The general kneels on the washboard again

Qin Fengyang is a middle-aged man with great business acumen and has experienced many ups and downs in life.

Yue Niang used this method to keep the father and son by her side, and he tried his best to comfort Yue Niang.

"We are already guilty, and there is nothing dirty about us. Miss saved us, which is a great favor to my father and me. If I am lucky enough to get my property back and clear my name, I will definitely repay you."

Yue Niang thought it was the heartfelt words.

Qin Shaobai also changed his usual attitude: "Thank you Miss Fu for your help."

Yue Niang looked at the two of them like this, not quite used to it: "Don't call me Miss Fu, just call me Yue Niang."

Qin Fengyang was the first to adapt: "Yue Niang, don't call me Boss Qin anymore, just call me by my name."

Yue Niang still felt strange: "Boss Qin, I never regarded you as servants. I don't want you to be so polite and humble all the time."

Qin Fengyang was silent for a while before he slowly said, "If you don't mind, call me Uncle Qin."

"Uncle Qin." Yue Niang said simply.

Qin Fengyang finally accepted this matter.

They have stayed in Rongzhou long enough, and it is time for Yue Niang and her group to return home.

Before leaving, Yue Niang bought a shop in Rongzhou City, right next to the teahouse, intending to use it as a clinic.

Leave Qin Fengyang behind and take Qin Shaobai away.

The breeze trembled slightly. Qin Fengyang looked at Qin Shaobai, who was dressed in white. "Shaobai, listen carefully to what Miss Fu says."

Qin Shaobai was more open-minded. The recent changes had gradually made him calmer. "I understand, father."

Yue Niang looked at the father and son who seemed reluctant to part, and could not help but urge them: "It's only for two short months. During these two months, Uncle Qin, you must think carefully about the store's problems."

Then he got on the carriage first.

The sun was scorching, and the carriage only felt a hint of coolness as it passed through the jungle.

Zhao Xiaoming, who was driving the carriage, gradually ran faster and the distance back to Qingshi Town was half the distance as before.

Yue Niang arranged Qin Shaobai to live in Guangrentang of Doctor Mo and Doctor Li.

Qin Shaobai was already very interested in medicine and learned it very quickly.

Yue Niang hadn't been back to Nanshan Village for a long time. Today the weather was good, so she went back with Erya and the others, and stopped by to check out the spices and tea.

The yard was well taken care of by Erya and her friends and had been renovated.

Yue Niang looked at Erya with emotion and said, "Thank you, sister Erya. This must have cost a lot of money, right? I'll tell you."

Erya was not polite and took out a stack of bills: "Take a look, the bills are all here, but you don't need to report them to me. You can just give more money when I get married."

Yue Niang hugged Erya and put her face against hers: "Okay."

Nanshan Village has changed a lot, with spice trees planted around every household.

When Yue Niang arrived at the tea factory, it was obvious that no one was prepared. They were just lazy and a lot of tea was burnt, leaving a lot of wasted scraps.

The workers were napping or playing cards in groups of three or four. Yue Niang coughed, "Ahem."

Several people were startled and suddenly woke up from their dreams, and the cards in their hands fell to the ground.

"Ah, Yue Niang?" The village chief's wife was the first to recognize Yue Niang.

Everyone became more sober when they heard the name: "Yue Niang."

Yue Niang's face was gloomy: "Aunt Fang, what are you doing?"

The village head's wife looked a little embarrassed: "We are working."

Yue Niang became increasingly angry: "Uncles and aunts, are you looking at me because you can't find anyone? Can you really sell this tea you roasted?"

The village head's wife put down the tools in her hand and said, "Fu girl, we are all neighbors, why are you saying this?"

Yue Niang finally understood, and this was their confidence, as they felt that Yue Niang would not touch their "iron rice bowl".

Yue Niang walked into the yard and picked up the scorched tea on the ground. "Really? Neighbors? I give you a bite to eat, and you want to destroy my rice bowl. Are there any neighbors who stab me in the back like this?"

This is probably why these industries can only barely maintain a balance.

Yue Niang looked at the somewhat embarrassed Erya and said softly, "Sister Erya, please go back first. I will take care of things here."

After Erya left, Yue Niang angrily surveyed the crowd. "Uncles and aunts, several nearby villages were in distress back then, and it was this tea factory that saved everyone. No one in our Nanshan Village starved to death. But now that life is better, this is how you repay me?"

Yue Niang then asked the village head's wife, "Aunt Fang, where is everyone's daily work roster and workload?"

The village head's wife took out a thick stack of papers from the house and tried her best to distance herself from the matter: "This is what the accountant wrote down. He comes here every day to record it."

Yue Niang took it and looked at it carefully. It was indeed Gu Xiu Fu's notes. There were not many people in Nanshan Village who had received any education, and no one was free to study hard.

After watching it, everyone stood there in a daze, waiting for Yue Niang to speak.

Yue Niang looked at the group of people's indifferent expressions and was filled with anger. "Okay, let's stop here for this month's accounts. I will pay everyone's monthly wages tomorrow. You don't have to work at the tea factory anymore."

At this time, an aunt named Zhang was unhappy: "Why?"

Yue Niang took the spoiled tea leaves and threw them at her feet. "Look, were these tea leaves spoiled when they were picked? It was obviously you who spoiled them by frying them. I'm already showing consideration for our relationship by not asking you to compensate me."

Aunt Zhang shut up: "Just leave, what's the big deal? I don't want to do this anymore."

Well, I have a temper.

Someone took the lead, and now only the village head's wife was left in the yard. She looked at Yue Niang a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, girl from the Fu family."

Yue Niang looked at the tea leaves on the ground and couldn't say the words of forgiveness. She lowered her head to pick up the tea leaves without answering.

Erya didn't leave. She watched everyone in the courtyard walk out with anger filled. Worried about Yue Niang, she also walked in: "Yue Niang, are you okay?"

Seeing Yue Niang picking tea leaves on the ground with her frail body, Erya felt a little sorry for her and followed her over to pick them up.

As he picked up the tea, he said, "Yue Niang, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of the tea factory for you."

Yue Niang said, "It's okay, Sister Erya, how are things in the spice garden?"

At this point, Erya felt even more embarrassed. "Over at the spice garden, those hooligans always mix other leaves in to weigh them. They're all from the same village, so I really can't do anything about it."

Yue Niang looked at the village head's wife who was still standing beside her, and finally felt like speaking: "Aunt Fang, you should go back first. I don't blame you. I know you are both embarrassed. Let me do this."

Yue Niang went to the spice garden without stopping. Now the spices from the Ding family have grown very big.

When they arrived at the spice garden, they watched Zhao Xiaoming's friends jumping around and having fun. They picked up a handful of leaves from the ground and stuffed them into the weighing pocket.

Yue Niang felt a surge of anger rushing to her head, and Zhao Xiaoming was reading a book at the place where the scale was being weighed.

Yue Niang rushed over and pulled his book down: "Zhao Xiaoming, look, look at what these people are doing?"

Zhao Xiaoming's eyes were hazy, and it seemed that he had just fallen asleep: "Yue Niang, why are you here? Don't worry, I'm watching here."

This group of people are different from those in the tea factory. If you offend them, it will be a fight to the death. Yue Niang can only talk to Zhao Xiaoming.

"Look at yourself, what kind of scale are you measuring? If you keep going like this, we'll all be broke. Okay, you won't get your monthly allowance for next month."

Zhao Xiaoming finally woke up from his dream: "Ah? How could this happen? They are my buddies who have shared life and death with me, and they are hurting me like this."