Travel back to ancient times and open a Sichuan restaurant

Boss Zhao came here with the carriage, and he was sitting in the carriage waiting for his subordinates' reports.

"...Of the four people who came that day, one is still missing. We suspect he is hiding in this village." The person who spoke was the leader that day.

"Have the other three been dealt with?"

"We've taken care of it. We'll make sure no one finds them."

The master and servant exchanged glances, both of which showed understanding.

The three people who were dealt with had all done many shameful things for him. So what they called dealing with them just meant killing them and throwing them into a mass grave.

As for the remaining one, he is a new member and we don’t know much, but out of caution we still have to find him and deal with him cleanly.

The leader quietly circled the village while no one was paying attention.

When they reached a corner of a blue brick wall, they imitated the cuckoo's call twice. This was their secret signal.

Not getting a response, he moved on to other places.

After searching all the houses in the village where people lived, he couldn't find anyone. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was really not there?

"No?" Boss Zhao frowned, thinking that this person didn't know much, and Yunzhou and Wuzhou were far apart. As long as this person returned to Wuzhou, he would know. "Then there's no need to look for him. Go and help load those watermelons onto the truck first."

In his eyes now, the water melon in his hand was naturally more important. This was the first time he saw someone selling water melons other than foreigners. He was simply astonished.

Zhao Dajun's entire family has gone out, and now no one in the village is willing to get close to his family, not even a single person can come to help.

After his father, who was over 60 years old, knew that his son had negotiated a big deal with another boss, he was grinning from ear to ear the whole day and was particularly proud in front of other old men in the village.

The family huffed and puffed as they moved the watermelons, five hundred in all, onto the boss's carriage.

Thinking about how much these 500 water melons were worth, they worked even harder.

Zhao Dajun rubbed his hands and came to the carriage where Boss Zhao was. "Boss Zhao, look, these 500 watermelons are packed. How much is this?"

Boss Zhao, who was dozing in the carriage, opened his eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and then opened the curtain. "Is it ready? Let me see."

He got off the carriage and saw from afar that the twenty carriages he brought were all full. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay! I'll give you the money right away."

Zhao Cunliang gave his men a look, and they understood and took out a purse from their pockets and came forward, "Here is the money for this time. We have to come again in two days, so you have to prepare the goods early!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Dajun bent down and took the purse with a smile, but when he weighed it he realized the weight was wrong. When he opened it, he saw that there were only two small ten-liang ingots and a piece of silver!

This is not right!

Five hundred water melons, each worth five hundred coins, it is definitely not this number!

"Boss Zhao, this is not right, this silver is wrong!" He immediately started yelling and tried to grab Zhao Cunliang's clothes.

"Wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhao Cunliang looked back at him with a half-smile on his face, "You and I signed a contract and put our fingerprints on it, why are you suddenly saying it's wrong?"

Zhao Dajun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The villagers around him also looked over and listened to them attentively.

"Didn't you say that a watermelon costs five hundred coins? You only gave me twenty-five taels of silver. How can that be justified?"

Boss Zhao showed a surprised expression, "Five hundred coins? Who told you five hundred coins? Our contract clearly stated that you would sell it to me for fifty coins each. How come you said five hundred coins each?"

"I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect you to be so greedy!"

what?

Zhao Dajun was about to faint. None of his family members had expected such a situation to happen and they were all a little dazed.

"How, how could this happen? Are you lying to me?"

"Hey, why are you talking like that?" Boss Zhao was a little dissatisfied with this statement. "If you hadn't asked me to lower the price to fifty cents, I might not have been interested in your water melon."

There was a lot of noise here, and soon someone went to find Zhao Ganwei.

As soon as he walked over, he heard Zhao Dajun yelling hysterically, "Impossible! This is impossible! I'm not willing to sell it for 200 coins, how can I agree to sell it to you for 50 coins?!"

Boss Zhao smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, go back and look at your contract. Is fifty coins written in black and white on it? I don't have time to fool around with you, so I'll leave first. Remember to prepare your goods early the day after tomorrow."

He turned around and got on the carriage. Zhao Dajun's wife was so angry that she wanted to come up and tear him apart, but was pushed away by a man.

The carriages drove out of Xinghua Village quickly. Boss Zhao was in a good mood and humming a little tune. The contract not only stated fifty cents, but also stated that Zhao Dajun could only sell water melons to him in the next ten years.

Even if Zhao Dajun doesn't want to grow water melons again in the next ten years, it doesn't matter since he has already succeeded this year.

Even if they report him to the authorities, they can't do anything to him because he was not forced to put his fingerprints on the document. He was in a good mood, opening the curtain and enjoying the scenery along the way.

Just after he left, Zhao Dajun's father couldn't bear the blow and fainted.

Everyone hurriedly carried Uncle Zhao back home, but when they turned around they found Zhao Dajun lying face down on the side of the road. After helping him up they discovered that there was blood at the corner of his mouth and a pool of blood on the ground. This was caused by his anger.

"What the hell is going on here!" Zhao Ganwei slapped his thigh in anger. "Dajun's wife, can you tell me what this contract is about?"

Now everyone has finished their work and picked the melons that were to be picked today. When they have some free time, they gather in the main hall of Zhao Dajun's house to listen to what is going on.

Zhao Dajun's wife's eyes were red from crying. She took out a piece of paper from the inner room and said, "This, this is what Dajun brought back. It says it's a contract signed between him and Boss Zhao. It says we will sell each melon to him for 500 coins. Who knew this would happen today? What should I do?" Then she started to cry again.

Zhao Ganwei took the paper and read it carefully. Although he didn't know many words, he could understand most of the words he knew on it. After reading it, he started to curse.

"You bastards! How dare you cheat me like this?! Why don't you have more caution? How can such a good thing happen to you?"

He paced back and forth angrily, and the crying of the Zhao family members could be heard again in the room.

As soon as Mr. Zhao woke up, he hugged his wife and cried bitterly, unable to accept this reality.

Next to the main room is the room where Zhao Dajun and his wife sleep. The person lying inside now is Zhao Dajun, who is so angry that he is vomiting blood.

Others who were watching the fun also offered suggestions, "How about reporting to the authorities? Let the officials make the decision for Zhao Dajun?"

"Can't you just not sell it to him? He's such a liar and I still sold the melon to him. How shameless!"

Zhong Ruyi was sandwiched in the crowd, holding an apple and eating it expressionlessly.

She had just come down from the mountain when she heard that Zhao Dajun had been cheated. She immediately became curious and came to watch the fun. However, she did not expect that the person who cheated Zhao Dajun was actually Boss Zhao.

Before I could figure out how these two people got involved, I heard Zhao Dajun's heart-wrenching cries from the inner room.

"He lied to me! He lied to me! He made me press my fingerprints!"

She reached out to clean her ears, and she didn't expect that Zhao Dajun was an invisible tenor, with amazing penetrating power.