You are unlucky and I am tough

"What do you mean? Who stole the spice packets?"

Cheng Dafu glared at him. "Why, you're the only one who can research braised food, but we can't? We researched this ourselves, and we can keep it as long as we want. We can sell it wherever we want. If you have the guts, go to the county government and sue us."

Zhao Daya snorted coldly, holding her head high. "It's Cheng Shuang. Although my wife and I haven't been educated, we know that we need evidence to convict someone. Do you have any evidence?"

"Really?" Cheng Shuang laughed at their shameless appearance and said, "Then let's have some chicken feet."

This change made Zhao Daya stunned for a moment, and then she was about to pick up chicken feet for her.

Cheng Dafu held her down and held out his hand. "Two cents."

Cheng Shuang threw two coins over, received a braised chicken foot, took a bite, and then...

"Bah... What a joke! Selling stinky things!"

After saying that, she threw the things to the ground fiercely, and she grabbed the simple stall in front of her and overturned it.

"Ahhhh..."

Zhao Daya screamed in panic, looking at the braised food and brine spilled all over the floor, then she shouted "I'll fight you to the death" and rushed forward to hit Cheng Shuang.

The people on the street were attracted by the noise. Cheng Shuang swung her hand at the person rushing towards her, and there was a loud and crisp sound.

Zhao Daya was stunned by the slap. Cheng Dafu, who was standing next to her, rushed over when he saw his wife being beaten. However, before he could touch Cheng Shuang, Wei Qinglang came over and kicked him to the ground.

Wei Qinglang went up and twisted Cheng Dafu's arm behind his back, pressed his head on the ground covered with brine, and shouted to the people who gathered around to watch the excitement, "This black-hearted stall owner, the things he sells have a fishy smell, and the soup he uses to cook the food has also gone bad, and he still uses it to cook food and sells it to my wife. My wife overturned their stall today to prevent anyone from being cheated again."

"Okay, well done."

When the onlookers heard what was going on, they all cheered loudly. Some of them, who had just bought something here, jumped out at this moment.

"Damn it! I was wondering why it tasted so bad. It was completely different from the one they sold this morning. I threw it away after taking two bites."

"You've lost your conscience. I was wondering why it tasted so strange, and I threw it away before I finished it. I only thought it was worth two cents, so I didn't make a fuss about it."

"It must be imitating the one from this morning. They can't sell the food because it's not tasty. They're still selling it even though it's gone bad."

The surrounding people were filled with curses from the onlookers. Cheng Dafu was pressed to the ground and screamed in pain because his wrist was broken. Zhao Daya had a palm print on half of her face and she shrank to the side in fear.

She can act like a spoiled brat in the village, but she doesn't have the courage to do so outside.

Cheng Shuang looked at Cheng Dafu who was pinned to the ground and said, "You black-hearted stall owner, do you know you are wrong?"

"I know, I know." Cheng Dafu nodded vigorously.

Seeing that he admitted it, Cheng Shuang gave Wei Qinglang a look, and Wei Qinglang let go of him.

Cheng Dafu got up in a mess, picked up a stick and wanted to settle the score, but he was immediately surrounded by people who had bought things from his stall. They asked them to return the money and apologize, and he could only watch the donkey cart go away.

"Have you let out some anger?" Wei Qinglang asked after walking a distance away.

Cheng Shuang stretched out the hand that had just slapped someone and said with a smile, "It feels really good to swing it in a circle and slap someone, but my hand hurts a little bit."

Knowing that her younger brothers and sisters would definitely be confused, Cheng Shuang turned back to tell them what had just happened after leaving the city and asked them to stay away from that family in the village in the future.

Wei Nanxing was a little worried, "Will they come to make trouble when we get back?"

Cheng Shuang shook her head. "Don't worry, they don't dare to come. If they make a big fuss and the whole village knows about it, they will be even more embarrassed."

When we returned to the village, the sun had already set. It was midsummer and still light, so many people took advantage of this time to weed and water the fields.

Cheng Pan looked at it and said that he would go to Beishan to water the watermelons tomorrow.

Speaking of watermelons, Cheng Shuang calculated the dates and found that the watermelons would be ripe by the end of the month when the villagers were harvesting. Wei Qinglang had already secretly applied fertilizer twice during the planting period, and it should be enough to apply fertilizer again in a few days.

Everyone in the village knew that their family was going to the county town to worship the Weaver Girl, so they greeted them along the way. The donkey cart soon stopped in front of the bamboo house.

Cheng Shuang used the key to unlock the car, and the Wei Qinglang brothers unloaded the donkey cart.

Wei Xinyi walked over, touched the donkey, and said that it had worked hard today, and she would cut the tenderest grass for it to eat tomorrow.

Cheng Pan brought chicken and goose meat and asked Cheng Shuang which one to cook tonight. Cheng Shuang unlocked the door and pushed it open. "It's too hot. Make the chicken soup and the goose stewed in an iron pot together, otherwise they will go bad. Put the leftovers in the pot and keep them warm on the stove for tomorrow's meal.

As for the snakehead fish, if it is still alive, you can put it in a bucket of water for now.

As soon as we got home, no one was idle. My brothers and sisters-in-law didn't know what stewed goose in an iron pot was, but after hearing Cheng Shuang mention it several times along the way, they were also looking forward to it.

Cheng Pan asked how to make it, and Cheng Shuang stuffed everything into Wei Qinglang's hands. "Your brother-in-law and I can do it. You can just knead the noodles. We won't cook tonight and we'll have noodles."

Cheng Pan nodded, went back to his room to change back into his usual old clothes, and then went to the kitchen to busy himself.

Wei Nanxing was the same. He was reluctant to work in his new clothes, so he changed back into his old clothes and went to fetch water.

Wei Qinglang held up the goose and asked, "What ingredients are you going to put in stewing the goose?"

Cheng Shuang said, "We have star anise, cinnamon, and ginger at home, as well as dried mushrooms. The beans from the vegetable garden outside are also edible. Pick some green beans and put them in. Then go to other villagers' homes to buy some onions, garlic, and white radish."

Wei Qinglang nodded, "Then you prepare the side dishes. I'll chop them both first."

As he spoke, he carried the things into the kitchen, and Wei Xinyi hurried to help light the fire and boil water.

Cheng Shuang took a basket to the vegetable garden, picked a handful of Chinese cabbage, and found that the eggplants were almost ripe. Then she picked some green beans and long beans. She planned to take the long beans to other houses to exchange for some radishes, onions and garlic.

Cheng Shuang doesn't like eating onions and garlic, so she didn't think of planting them last time. In addition, almost every household in the village grows onions, so whenever she needs them, she has to buy them from other households or exchange them for other things.

After sending the vegetables back, Cheng Shuang went out with the long beans. The nearest Xu Sanpo's house had no radishes, so she went straight to the village head's field while it was still daylight.

When I just came back, I passed by the headman's house and saw Yang watering the vegetable garden behind the house.

Afraid of being seen and chased by Wangcai, Cheng Shuang went straight to the back of the village head's house, stood on the path across the fence and shouted, "Aunt Yang, do you have white radish, onions and garlic?"

Yang, who was watering the plants, stopped her work and waved, "Yes, come in, pull them out at your convenience."

Cheng Shuang ran over and entered through the fence gate. The village headman's vegetable garden was quite large. The three acres of mustard field had been plowed again after being harvested. Other vegetables were also growing well, most of which were seeds given by Cheng Shuang.

Cheng Shuang walked around and pulled out a white radish, two onions and a garlic clove, then went over and handed the beans in the basket to Yang, saying it was an exchange.

Yang quickly pushed it away. "No, no, it's just a carrot and two green onions. Do our two families need to be so polite?"

"I didn't give you this bean because there weren't many varieties. Auntie, take it back and try it."

Cheng Shuang took a bean and demonstrated directly, "Just pinch off the two ends, then cut it into small pieces and stir-fry them directly. You can also stir-fry them with meat."

Yang was surprised and didn't refuse. "Okay, I'll try stir-frying it with some braised pork tonight."

Cheng Shuang added, "I just took a look around, and the cabbage and eggplant are almost ready to eat. If you don't know what to cook, feel free to come to me."

Yang nodded repeatedly, and Cheng Shuang took the exchanged dishes home.

While walking on the road, I met Cheng Xiaomei who was surrounded by several women.

Cheng Xiaomei wore a new set of clothes today, which she bought at a clothing store in town. Her mother said that the Feng family had become rich and had a lot of money, and if she married into the Feng family, they would spoil her like a young lady.

So she begged her mother to give her some money to buy her two new sets of clothes. After she got married, she would be a young lady who would no longer have to work all day, so naturally she had to dress better.

Sure enough, as soon as she put on the new clothes, everyone in the village praised her. She was feeling proud when she looked up and saw Cheng Shuang coming over.

She was carrying a basket of vegetables and was wearing a light blue cross-collared skirt. The material was obviously much better than hers. Her hair was casually tied up, but there was a silver hairpin in her hair that was obviously worth a lot of money.

What made Cheng Xiaomei most indignant was that she seemed to have become more beautiful. She was no longer as skinny as before, and her skin became whiter, as if she had turned back to her childhood. She looked so fair and tender that everyone who saw her praised her for her beauty.

She was not convinced. She had obviously become ugly because of working hard every day and not having enough to eat, but she became ugly again after getting married. It must be because Wei Qinglang had money to let her eat meat and buy beautiful clothes for her to dress up.

When she marries into the Feng family, she will also live the good life of a young lady.