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"What nonsense are you talking about? If you have the guts, stop right there." The village chief was so angry that he would have run out directly and given him a beating if he hadn't had work to do.

Qing Nu carried the butcher's dish behind the two of them and returned to Yu's house. She thought bitterly in her heart, "You asked me, a great master, to serve this?" If it wasn't her own master, she would definitely let that person know why the flowers are so red! She was beaten!

After returning to Yu Mansion, Jiang San couldn't wait to take a bite, but frowned. Thinking of what the master said, he tried hard to swallow it. He didn't spit it out, but just drank two big gulps of water.

"Not very delicious," he drank two sips of tea, feeling quite puzzled. It was obviously delicious before, but why did it smell spicy and fresh now, but taste weird when eaten?

"You eat better food every day, so naturally you won't think it's so delicious. Isn't there a saying that when you're hungry, everything tastes delicious?" Jiuli picked up the hair near Jiang San's ear with her fingertips, but her eyes were full of satisfaction.

She has been raising it for so long that finally there is some result. She can endure hardships and appreciate fine wine and delicious food.

"I knew it," Jiang San suddenly realized and scolded again, "I thought there was something wrong with my taste buds, I couldn't taste such delicious food, so this is it."

"Wife, you've spoiled me," Jiang San raised his eyes. He used to eat everything, but now he only cared about the taste.

"If you have the conditions, you can eat whatever you want," Jiuli disagreed. Besides, being picky about food is not a big problem.

"I always felt that there was something wrong with the village chief's eyes," Jiang San recalled, and then continued to eat the pig-killing dish in his bowl.

"Didn't you say you don't like it?" Jiuli turned her chopsticks, "Leave the village chief's affairs to me."

"I don't like it, but I can't waste food," Jiang San replied, and then said, "Okay, I'll trouble my wife then." His eyes curved into crescents.

"No trouble, but do I have a reward?" Jiuli looked over with a smile in her eyes, "Is there no reward?"

"Isn't it natural for my wife to help? What reward do you want?" Jiang San blinked and pretended to be ignorant, speaking with a matter-of-fact tone, "All I have was given by my wife, how about giving me the reward as a reward?" He rolled his eyes and moved closer.

Jiuli's eyes fell on Jiang San. His facial features were delicate and his skin was fair. He was indeed the handsome cub she raised.

"How can this be considered a reward?" Jiuli moved her fingertips, "Why not make me a sachet? This one of mine is old."

Jiang San's smiling face fell. Was his wife joking with him? Making sachets? His shabby embroidery work of sewing mandarin ducks into ducks and gyrfalcons into birds?

He didn't even want to give it to his wife, even if she had the nerve to wear it outside.

"My dear wife, can we try another method?" His face was bitter and wrinkled, no different from a bitter gourd.

"No, I just want a new sachet. Jiang Jiang, are you willing to reject me?" Jiuli said gently.

"This," Jiang San hesitated. His wife was very nice to him, but the sachet was too difficult for him. "Is it necessary?"

"Yeah," Jiuli said with mischief in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll do it." He gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and added, "My wife can't laugh at me."

"How could I laugh at you?" Jiuli touched the sachet in her hand and suppressed the smile in her eyes. She was quite looking forward to it.

"That's good," Jiang San breathed a sigh of relief and thought about how to make a simple and beautiful sachet.

"Eat first, you're thinking too much now." Jiuli skillfully picked up some food for Jiang San, "Don't eat that, we'll talk about it later."

"Okay," Jiang San wolfed down the meal, touched his stomach, and paused as he was about to lean back in his chair. He sat upright, supporting his forehead with one hand as he thought.

"I have something else to do, so you should think carefully about how to embroider a beautiful sachet for me," Jiuli pinched Jiang San's cheek.

"Okay." Jiang San nodded subconsciously. Hmm? What did she say? A beautiful sachet? It was hard for him to make a sachet.

It has to be good-looking, are you sure this won’t kill him???

Jiuli had already walked a long way at this time. She stood there and looked back before turning around and going into the study.

The Qing slave who had been waiting for a long time came out from the side, with a distinct smell of blood on his body.

"You came here without washing?" Jiuli glanced at Qingnu, and the smell of blood hit her face, very strong.

"Aren't you afraid of delaying the master's business?" Qingnu smiled awkwardly. She knew that the master liked cleanliness.

"What do you have to say? Why are you so anxious?" Jiuli sat leisurely on the armchair, playing with the jade pendant around her waist.

"There are many new visitors in Xingze City. I'm afraid they have found out where the master is. Some of the people who came here have just been dealt with." This also explained the smell of blood on his body.

"His Majesty knows everything, why are you panicking?" Jiuli said disapprovingly, "Even if they find out, what can we do about it?"

"Let someone create some trouble over there so that we don't have to sit there and watch them all day doing nothing. Fleas don't bite, but they are annoying." Jiuli said it nonchalantly, but with murderous intent in her voice.

"I understand." Qingnu told Jiuli about several major events that happened in the capital, and then talked about today's events. "The wild boar was indeed released by someone."

"My subordinates and Qing Shi have examined the scene. The direction in which the rope was untied is not something a wild boar can break free of. In addition, the binding method is unique and can only be opened by someone who has inherited the same tradition."

"As for rushing towards my husband, it was because the clothes he wore that day had some powder on the embroidery thread," Qingnu repeated again, feeling that Jiang's mother was really meticulous.

I always feel like he has seen this method somewhere before?

"The powder was bought from a shop in Mingfeng Town. I checked and found out that the owner behind it is Jiang Sheng. It can make the color of silk thread more vivid and is often used as dye powder."

"Few people know that it can cause large animals to have the urge to attack. It's a folk remedy among folk remedies." Jiang Sheng and her husband must have such a deep hatred that he could even find this thing.

"The one who bought it was a distant relative of the village chief. He said it was for dyeing, so it went through many hands. The laundrymen in Yu Mansion were together with the villagers, and they also wanted to please the master husband."

After all, everyone in the Yu Mansion knew that the master doted on her husband, and that they couldn't climb onto the bed, so of course it would be quicker to please the master husband.

"Father Jiang and Mother Jiang just mentioned it casually, and they did it very cleanly," Qingnu began to wonder where Mother Jiang worked. Such a flawless operation should not be underestimated.

"Send all those implicated to the government. I don't need to teach you what to do, right?" Jiuli tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes filled with the coldness of a knifeman.

"I understand." Qingnu said loudly, thinking that she didn't need to live anymore. She was very familiar with this job.