The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

A smile as bright as a flower bloomed on Murong Qiuhe's face... Didn't this reputation get back?

She pressed her hands a few more times, signaling people to keep quiet.

"Okay, next question." Murong Qiuhe put away the account book this time, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. "Let me ask you... did you two come to us in person to accept the job, or did you get it from someone else through an official introduction?"

Qi Chuan tried to recall it, without hesitation:

"Official teeth."

"Oh?" Murong Qiuhe's tone revealed a hint of intrigue: "Are you sure?"

Through her slightly unfriendly eyes.

Qi Chuan could see that if he nodded or said yes at this moment, he would definitely be beaten.

But if I change my mind, the remaining money will be handed over to me.

Damn it! He just boasted about being a good person and serving the people, and now he's threatening him again?

Qi Chuan clenched his fists and was about to give the answer with certainty when Wei Zhou suddenly sat up straight.

"Can I ask you a question first?"

After Wei Zhou was beaten, his eyes became much clearer.

"If it's relevant to this matter, feel free to tell me."

Murong Qiuhe agreed very generously.

For a time, her favorability among people increased rapidly.

Look, how reasonable!

"Mo Xinren...is he from your side?" Wei Zhou's voice was a little hoarse when he said this.

"Mo Xinren." Murong Qiuhe repeated the name silently, then turned to look at Old Yaotou who was in charge of accounting and other Zhengmeng staff present.

He asked, "Have there been any new additions to the official dentistry recently?"

"No, Boss Murong, it's still the same ones as before." Someone responded immediately.

"it is good."

Murong Qiuhe turned her gaze back and said calmly:

"No."

At this moment, Wei Zhou clearly felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably.

Although he tried his best to remain calm, the fear and anxiety from deep within his heart still seeped through his throat and permeated every word he uttered. He muttered:

"How is this possible, how is this possible..."

"Consul Mo, he's not one of yours?"

Qi Chuan was stunned. "But he said yes. He clearly said so."

"Okay, the truth is out!"

Murong Qiuhe clasped her hands together, her tone becoming more lively. She looked at the people who had been waiting at the door for a long time and reminded them:

"I would like to advise all my fellow villagers to keep their eyes open when seeking employment in the Zhengmeng League in the future!"

"If you really don't understand, you can go inside and read the notices posted on the wall, or ask our staff. Don't look for third parties just to save time and trouble."

"Otherwise, you'll end up like these two fools, deceived by the unscrupulous and black-hearted Si Ya!"

"Not only is the work exhausting, but I also don't have enough to eat, and in the end I even earn half as much as others."

She emphasized it again at the end:

"You must remember this and don't be fooled!"

After receiving people's loud response, Murong Qiuhe nodded with satisfaction.

She turned her gaze back to the ashamed Qi Chuan and said:

"You must have encountered a private tooth."

"It's not that we gave you less money, but that you were cheated.

"We have warned people about this countless times, but many people still fall for it."

Zhengmeng has done enough!

Perhaps some people want to join the Zhengmeng, become one of them, and receive a monthly allowance that can cover their family's living expenses.

However, due to its lack of strength, the fact that it only recruits practitioners has deterred countless people.

But even so, the Zhengmeng will still release some tasks from time to time.

For example, they can clear paths through mountains, build bridges, and repair walls, fences, and roof tiles that have been damaged by the battle between good and evil.

After all, practitioners have greater responsibilities and cannot do everything themselves.

Just provide those who have been unemployed and are at home with a job that pays well.

It not only makes rational use of labor, but also indirectly reduces the number of poor people who are forced to become bandits due to life pressures.

Xiao Jianxin witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. At this moment, he had a great change in his opinion of Murong Qiuhe. Putting himself in her shoes, a sense of frustration arose in his heart.

It is true that Murong Qiuhe's approach was too violent, but the final results were undoubtedly outstanding.

If it were him...

I may not be able to do better than her!

"Xiao Mutou, are you satisfied with my demonstration?" Murong Qiuhe raised her eyebrows proudly.

"What? I can do it too."

The corners of Xiao Jianxin's mouth rose slightly, and a sincere smile quietly bloomed.

This smile contained a long-lost sense of ease and joy. All the troubles and worries of the past seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Only the purest part of the heart remains.

"Just bullshit." Murong Qiuhe rolled her eyes and said nonchalantly, "I don't know who was scolded back in disgrace, and I don't know who was muttering that young people nowadays are too impatient..."

"Anyway, it works."

Xiao Jianxin lowered his head and touched his nose... The fourth brother said, as a man, you have to say yes even if you can't!

"I'm sorry." Qi Chuan took a deep breath and apologized to Murong Qiuhe sincerely, "We misunderstood."

"You shouldn't have said that to me."

Murong Qiuhe pointed at the pleased old Yao behind her, her tone casual and rather helpless:

"Go back and find your consul. If he didn't sign the so-called unfair terms, you can report him to the yamen runners. Maybe you can get the rest of the money back."

"You two don't look stupid, you dare to come to the Zhengmeng to cause trouble, you have some courage."

"Besides...he's a monk."

She took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve:

"Here's some medicine for bruises and sprains. Apply it on him when you get home... Here you go!"

"Thank you, thank you."

Qi Chuan pursed his lips, stretched out his hands to take the small porcelain bottle, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry to cause you trouble."

Murong Qiuhe waved her hand generously, "Every failure is a learning experience. If you can learn from this lesson, it won't be a big deal."

Qi Chuan clasped his fists and bowed again, then helped the dim and dazed Wei Zhou up, sighing softly:

"Let's go back, Xiaoyao is still waiting for us."

"Ah."

Wei Zhou's voice was hoarse and his smile was bitter:

"I once dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, but I didn't expect to be deceived as soon as I left the village... Hey, Xiaoyao was taken away by Consul Mo this morning. I need to tell her about this as soon as possible."

Xiao Jianxin frowned and held up his chin as if in deep thought. His features were handsome and expressive, making people yearn for him.

"What are you thinking about so intently?"

Someone patted him on the back, interrupting his thoughts. He frowned slightly and was about to express his dissatisfaction.

But he was choked back by Murong Qiuhe's smiling and rubbing fingers, and then said helplessly:

"I will return it..."

"Junior sister!"

Xiao Jianxin shouted that he wanted to steal some green grapes, but Wen Zixi was shocked when he was discovered.

"I just saw some flies flying around on it, and was about to wipe it off..."

Wen Zixi silently put down the green grapes, feeling quite reluctant.

"That's not what I meant. I wanted to ask you."

Xiao Jianxin frowned and said:

"Do you remember the evil cultivator who escaped this morning?"

"let me see......"

Wen Zixi tried to recall:

"The one who looks tall and thin, with a slightly yellowish complexion and seems malnourished?"

"Yes, that's what people called him."

"I think his name is...Moxingnin?"

At this time, Wei Zhou had already stepped one foot out of the door. Hearing this, he paused and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What's his name?"