The princess only wants to get rich and support her family

The gangster lowered his head, as if his eyes were dried by the wind, his eye sockets were so dry and painful that he couldn't even shed a single tear.

He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything. He just stared at the ground, not knowing what to think.

The old man crawled over, tremblingly stretched out his old, dark and cracked hands to hug the gangster, paused in mid-air, stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something, his eyes drooped slightly, and a trace of sadness seemed to flow across his face, and suddenly he withdrew his hands and sat down dejectedly.

Before I knew it, it was already past noon.

As lunchtime approached, an atmosphere of anxiety grew among the crowd.

The delivery man was getting closer and closer, and when he reached the embankment, the carriage stopped.

"My Lady Princess, are they still going to be dealt with?"

Zhang Dacheng came closer without Hu Luanfei noticing. When he opened his mouth, she was almost scared to death.

Although the scoundrel is a bad apple that disrupts discipline, he cannot be said to have committed all kinds of evil. He must be punished. After all, he doesn't even take his own father seriously. If he is let off this time, he will definitely do more damage next time.

Although the old man's experience is pitiful, it makes sense that if you don't take care of your own children, there will be others to take care of them.

Zhang Dacheng and the others also had angry expressions on their faces. They hurriedly lifted the old man up, using a little more force. The old man was light, and his feet suddenly hung off the ground.

Everyone exclaimed, and in a moment, a figure rushed over, holding the old man's waist with one hand and pushing Zhang Dacheng away with the other. Surprisingly, the tall and strong Zhang Dacheng was pushed to the ditch and sprained his foot. He frantically struggled to steady himself. Seeing this, the other yamen runners dared not breathe or move, for fear that the slightest breath would blow Zhang Dacheng into the ditch.

"Please give me a hand!!!"

It was really because Zhang Dacheng was too big, and it was easy for him to lose his balance in an unbalanced state. He fell into the water with a "plop", splashing a huge amount of water.

"Sir!" The guards finally realized what was happening and rushed to the scene of the crime. The ditch was not deep and could not drown the tall and strong Zhang Dacheng. He just fell from a place that was neither too high nor too low, so his posture was a little inferior.

One side was pulling people ashore vigorously, while the other side was running away with the father without stopping.

Hu Luanfei took a step forward, and the kneeling workers moved tacitly to block his way.

She had heard that the old man lost his mother at the age of three and his wife at the age of twenty. He was not loved by his father and stepmother since he was a child. He finally got married and had children with his own ability, but his wife died early in childbirth. It was not easy for him to raise the children alone. It was reasonable that the children grew up bad without the guidance of their mother. Everyone saw it, and any flesh-and-blood person would not be indifferent.

But if she gets really angry, no one can do anything about it.

But she did not take any action, and others did not dare to take it lightly.

Hu Luanfei looked back involuntarily as she watched the father and son running some distance away. Zhang Dacheng immediately groaned, "I sprained my ankle. It hurts so much" to get rid of her.

Her poor acting skills made her see through Jang Dae-sung's clear stupidity.

Some of the yamen runners were just scoundrels. They could hurt themselves just by pulling people across a shallow ditch. I wonder what they do for a living.

Now, Hu Luanfei had no one to rely on. He finally waited for the gangster's moment to catch his breath, but he missed the chance to catch him.

Hu Luanfei snorted coldly, turned around and left, passing by the dining car. At this moment, the aunt opened the lid of the pot, and a sweet and greasy smell of braised pork wafted out, rushing straight to Hu Luanfei's forehead.

Before she could even marvel at the deliciousness of the food, a sudden urge to vomit made her cover her mouth and rush under a big tree to dry heave. She vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach and she began to vomit acid.

"Oh no! The food is poisonous!" Zhang Dacheng roared, and several yamen runners behind him rushed over and surrounded the old couple who delivered the food, and they all drew their knives.

The old couple immediately huddled together like frightened rabbits, their faces pale and their tongues tied, unable to speak clearly: "Sir, Sir, Sir... We, we are innocent!"

Zhang Dacheng came over quickly and lifted the lid of another pot, and a puff of hot smoke rushed straight to his face. When the smoke dissipated, the fragrance of the rice immediately aroused his hunger.

The dishes look good looking from the left, the rice looks good looking from the right, no matter how you look at it, the food doesn't look like it's poisonous.

"Can I have a taste?"

The old couple immediately took out bowls and chopsticks and handed over the food. "We have been delivering food to the workers of this project for a long time. It is absolutely safe and reliable."

Zhang Dacheng ate with relish without any hesitation, holding the bowl and chopsticks and eating while walking.

The yamen runners next to them were pushing each other, squeezing each other and making noises of different tones, and some were even making faces.

Zhang Dacheng realized his plot only later. Before he finished eating a piece of meat, he was frightened by a look that was enough to kill him. He was so hungry that he completely forgot that someone was staring at him.

Hu Luanfei came to his side at some point and asked him sinisterly, "Is your foot healed? Can you tell me what elixir or medicine you took that made you so healthy despite your sprained foot?"

Zhang Dacheng wanted to play dumb and was ready to go back to his painful look, but Hu Luanfei didn't buy it. He gave an order directly: "Go and catch them. If those two are missing a hair, I will skin you alive!"

The weather and wind direction have changed now. If it were Zhang Dacheng during his insane period, ten Hu Luanfeis would not be enough to fill the gaps between his fingernails.

Seeing that pretending to be injured didn't work, Zhang Dacheng had no choice but to obey.

But the workers are difficult to control, and as a senior official, he cannot come into conflict with them.

The acting of both sides was too fake.

Hu Luanfei couldn't bear to watch it any longer. "I don't want to punish them. I just want to help the old man teach that bastard a lesson. Now that I see that the bastard still has a place for me in his heart, I know that he still has a conscience. I plan to give them a chance to continue working here."

The people and officials who were in a mess stopped the fight quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Dacheng rarely smiled at Hu Luanfei, "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have to act so hard."

As he spoke, a gust of wind blew by, and the tall and strong figure had already run several feet away, and soon caught up with the father and son.

Hu Luanfei ordered Le Yao to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked the gangster to write a letter of guarantee when the father and son returned to the dam.

The gangster hesitated for a long time.

Hu Luanfei raised his eyebrows: "Why, you are not happy?"

The rascal blushed and stammered, "I can't read."

Hu Luanfei scolded him without mercy: "Who taught you to be so arrogant even though you are illiterate? Your father?"

"It's none of his business!"

When the old man was mentioned, the rascal got angry, as if the old man was his Achilles' heel. However, Lord Hu Luanfei was magnanimous and didn't care so much. He asked Zhang Dacheng to teach the rascal to write the letter of guarantee, and then taught him to read it out in public and then press his fingerprints.