In the book, I was fed by my sister

More and more people are buying mushrooms.

Song Ran was busy weighing items for customers with skillful techniques and quick movements.

Song Li was responsible for taking the coins and counting them.

An aunt watched Song Li counting money and asked curiously, "Can such a young child know how to count?"

Song Li paused, it was over, the secret was exposed, her sister had never taught her how to count.

"Yes, dear, can you count clearly? Don't make mistakes for Auntie."

Song Li replied stiffly, "Li Rongrong taught me. I can still count within a hundred." Li Rongrong is a big kid, so it wouldn't be wrong to rely on her.

Song Ran was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that his little sister, although not much of a talker, was actually quite smart. There were only a few children in the village who could count to one hundred at the age of four.

"Oh, my grandson is six years old and can't even count to a hundred. Is this kid your older one? You don't look that old, but your kid is already that big."

Song Li: It’s over, it’s exaggerated.

Song Ran blushed: "Where's my sister?"

"Everyone, make way."

The crowd buying groceries was pushed aside.

"Butler Wang!" Song Ran recognized this distinguished guest. After all, he gave her three taels of silver at once. She would probably remember it for the rest of her life.

The people who were pushed aside were unhappy, but looking at the cloth on the person who came and the big thick bracelets on his hands, they knew that they could not afford to offend him.

Mrs. Wang walked up to Song Ran, picked up the mushrooms on the stall, frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "It's so good, why don't you take it to your house?"

Song Ran was confused for a moment, she asked blankly: "What?"

Seeing this, Anzi, the servant following behind Mrs. Wang, immediately added, "What my steward Wang is asking is why the mushrooms you sent to your house these days were of very poor quality, but you are selling such good goods here."

Song Ran was a little overwhelmed. "Since you came to the village to collect mushrooms last time, this is my first time to sell mushrooms in the market, and I have never delivered any goods."

Wang Po was a house-born girl who had been making a living in a big house since she was young.

Seeing Song Ran's confused expression, he immediately realized what was going on.

She ordered: "Anzi, take this stuff away." After that, she turned and left.

"what?"

An Zi came forward and said to Song Ran, "Miss, can you calculate how much the basket and mushrooms cost? Is one tael of silver enough?"

Song Ran nodded repeatedly: "It's definitely enough." The remaining mushrooms in the basket only weighed about ten pounds at most.

Anzi left a silver ingot, picked up the basket and left.

When the bystanders saw the man walking away, they whispered, "Rich people are just different."

"What a pity, I acted too late. Something that a rich and powerful person would appreciate must be great."

"Girl, when will you come to buy next time?"

Song Ran felt like she was in a dream. She excitedly held Song Li's hand and said, "Little darling, this steward is our destined benefactor."

Some people meet noble people, while others suffer misfortune.

That evening, a bloody man was dragged out of the Gu residence from the back door.

*

"Sister-in-law, are you sure this is okay?" Li Shibo asked.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled softly and replied, "I saw that the old man also handed in something, so I have to prepare in advance."

Lin Shibo looked at the piece of paper in front of him. There were scribblings all over the place.

He just heard that his sister-in-law was going to write a complaint, and he was puzzled for a moment. His sister-in-law could actually read. Now it seems...

"Boss, how much do you think this is?"

The shop owner looked up at the paper, glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and Lin Shibo, and said with a smile: "Two sheets of rice paper, plus the cost of the pen and ink, I'll charge you twelve."

Su Xiaoxiao secretly felt lucky that Song Ran gave her six more copper coins, otherwise she would have to mortgage her brother-in-law here and then find a way to borrow money.

After leaving the study, Li Shibo couldn't help but sigh: "Sister-in-law, why don't you bargain?"

"Ah? Can this be bargained for? Why didn't you remind me?"

Lin Shibo: My eyes are almost broken from blinking.

"Sister-in-law, where are we going now?"

"What time is it now?"

"I guess it's almost Si time."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the sky, then looked around, and then asked, "You don't have a clock, how do you know?"

"It smells a bit better inside the store."

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly realized, "It's a lifelong learning, so let's go to the government office!" After saying that, she walked forward excitedly, took two steps and turned back, smiling and said to Li Shibo, "Hey, you lead the way."

The two arrived at the gate of the government office, and Su Xiaoxiao noticed the big drum standing at the gate at a glance.

Isn’t this the drum used in TV dramas to appeal to the authorities for grievances?

She looked around the bass drum but didn't see any drumsticks.

"Sister-in-law, what are you looking for?"

"The drumstick is just a drum, but there is a drum without a drumstick. What's the difference between this and putting a trash can under the report mailbox? Isn't this obviously making it impossible for ordinary people to file complaints?"

The officer guarding the gate of the government office noticed the two men's behavior and stepped forward to ask, "What are you doing here?"

Su Xiaoxiao imitated the tone in the TV series: "Sir, we are here to file a complaint."

The officer frowned. He looked at the two people's attire and guessed that they were villagers from nearby. So he asked, "Which village are you from?"

"Ewha Village."

"Can the village chief make adjustments?"

"It has been adjusted, but..."

Before Su Xiaoxiao finished her words, the officer interrupted her and asked, "Do you have a complaint?"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded and handed over the two petitions she had prepared.

The young officer opened it and frowned. He asked in confusion, "What did you write?"

Su Xiaoxiao said awkwardly: "The writing is not very good."

The officer shook his head, folded the petition, and continued to ask: "Are you filing the complaint yourself or is it your family that is seeking justice?"

"I'm filing a complaint on behalf of someone else."

"For others? That's the job of a lawyer. Stop fooling around, little girl. Go away! If you stay here any longer, I'll sue you for disturbing the law and order and drag you away to have you beaten with ten sticks."

The young officer pushed Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao staggered a few steps and remembered what Song Ran said in the car. It seemed that this was not a place for ordinary people to make decisions.

But she refused to believe in evil. Justice must be upheld!

Su Xiaoxiao walked towards the drum step by step. If there was no drumstick, she would make one by hand.

The young officer turned around and had not taken two steps when he heard the sound of drums. He thought to himself: This girl is finished.

A man walked out of the government office, still smelling of alcohol from last night. He asked loudly, "Who is complaining?"

The young officer quickly ran to the man and whispered, "Guotou! A young woman looked very young. She must have been making trouble. I must have bumped into her by accident. I'll chase her away right now!"

However, Su Xiaoxiao shouted loudly: "Sir! I'm here to file a complaint!"

Gu Wu glared at the officer and said, "Humph, I have nothing to do during this period of time. I will try this case!"

As soon as Song Li and her sister arrived, they saw Su Xiaoxiao being brought into the government office.

Song Ran stepped forward and asked the officer, "Sir, is the trial going to start today?"

"Open it, the drum has been beaten, and I don't know if it will disturb the county magistrate." The young officer looked like he was praying for the best.

The drum can only be beaten for major cases. The drum cannot be beaten for trivial matters such as unpaid debts, servants running away, fights, etc. Otherwise, it will disturb the normal work of the county magistrate. If punished, the person beating the drum will also be beaten with a stick.

He just read the woman's complaint, but that was not really a complaint.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Shibo ran away.

He had to hurry to find his eldest brother, as his sister-in-law seemed to be in trouble.