The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 241 Tea-fighting competition. Who doesn’t kneel in the ancestral hall?
"Is there a group fight at the tea-fighting competition? Wait for me, I'm going to help someone out!"

After hearing what Aqing said, Mo Yiqing, who was lying on the bed, quickly got up, put on his clothes and pants, and followed Aqing out, ready to go and help.

Fight!
Whether we can fight or not is another matter, but we must not lose to the opponent in momentum before the start of the game.

Ansheng had a strange look on his face and was hurried out by Aqing, holding him by the scruff of the neck.

"Ah Qing, come and look at An's toes. They're all curled up now."

"Guess why it shrank."

"You don't need to wear a helmet when fishing, but we have to bring one for Lao Deng, because there is a high possibility that our Lao Deng will be beaten up by a group of people."

An Sheng moaned and secretly complained about what happened to Yu Zhenghong.

Isn’t that so-called shady tea the oolong tea that I helped Lao Deng roast to enter the competition?

And what is Lao Deng doing?
He actually called his friends to be his real self offline!
An Sheng simply couldn't imagine how many strong men Yu Zhenghong could carry once the official information was released.
All the relatives and friends that Lao Deng summoned will soon become boomerangs and hit him.

When going out, before getting on the tram, Ansheng reached out and wrapped his tail around the helmet next to the electric bike.

Although Lao Deng had done some damage, he still had to be saved.

Aqing stepped on the accelerator and soon arrived at the tea-fighting competition in the small farmers' market.

The tea farmers and tea merchants who were supposed to set up tea stalls have now all gathered in the competition area. The crowd is huge at first glance, and there should be no less than 700 or 800 people.

Some tea merchants and tourists from other places stood on the periphery with confused faces, watching the crowds rushing towards the event.

The official tea art masters of the tea fighting competition and related organizing personnel rushed back and forth to appease the angry masses.

The residents of Changxi Town were especially fierce in their cursing.

While the tea-fighting competition was officially organized, the Changxi Town Village Committee provided everything from venues, sponsorship, and performances. The original intention was to create a grand and glamorous event, but the competition ultimately caused a major stir in Changxi Town.

"Aqing, come here!"

Yu Zhenghong, who was on the phone just after entering the arena, saw Aqing coming in. He quickly waved to Aqing and said:

"You're just in time. The village chief seemed drunk last night and hasn't woken up yet. Please help me make the phone call here. Dad has to go to the village committee to help. Look at what a mess this has caused. We've lost all our face."

The tea competition held in Changxi Town was tainted with shady dealings.

Moreover, such a ridiculous thing happened under the watchful eyes of all the masters, and I lost all my face.

The Changxi Town Village Committee was furious. If the matter was not made clear, there would be no end to it.

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An Sheng, who was lying on A Qing's shoulder, listened to what Yu Zhenghong said, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly complained:

"As the number one fragrant oolong tea, it's perfectly reasonable for it to cause a little misunderstanding, just like it's perfectly reasonable to hang a portrait of King Louis XVI on a highway."

Earlier on the phone, Ansheng thought the situation at the scene was very heated, and that even the grandfather might be brought out, and the neighborhood committee uncles took off their clothes and lined up, intending to start fighting.

but
Judging from the situation at the scene, everyone was ready to discuss an explanation and clarify the matter, rather than actually planning to do anything.

The tea-fighting competition has been held for nearly twenty years and its credibility among the public is still very convincing.

Ansheng also understood that everyone was just waiting for an official reply to find out whether the number one in fragrant oolong tea was from their own county.

Whether one is a local here does not refer to the household registration of the tea farmers or tea merchants, but to the place where the tea is produced.

One of the entry criteria for the village-level tea competition is that each village at the county level must have tea fields or use tea leaves from each village.

Just like Dahongpao will not participate in tea competitions.

Wouldn't it be a crushing victory if we used tea leaves from certain high-quality production areas to participate in village and city-level competitions?

What's the point of fighting then? It's purely a competition of money.

"Ah Qing, let's get out of here now! Or maybe we should move our household registration out. Otherwise, I can't even imagine how awkward the situation will be when the information is released later."

"Oh my goodness, I have to go up on stage and be inspected by seven or eight hundred people in a rotating procession." An Sheng whimpered. "Oh my! There are so many people. I feel like everyone is staring at my little bell. I feel like everyone has great ill will towards my little bell."

"Xiao An, it's okay. I won't mess up your basket." Aqing called Lao Chen, who had not answered the phone, and scratched the little fox's chin with a hint of apology.

The competition area was packed with people, and Aqing could understand that the little fox was afraid of the unfamiliar environment.

But I do have things to do now. Once the village chief is called in to uphold justice, I should have nothing to do.

"Ok?"

Mo Yiqing was startled when he heard the word "bell". He took a step back with a slightly strange expression and looked at the thing half-hidden by the fox's big tail: "Although I already knew that Xiao An's gender was male, I am still curious, why do you, a male little fox, have double-breasted clothes?"

"You males can't just get breast augmentation to nurse when the females can't, right?"

"Hey?"

Ah Qing was stunned after hearing what Mo Yiqing said. She looked at An Sheng, whose face was filled with black lines. After thinking for a moment, she said:
"Maybe. Everyone uses public models, right?"

An Sheng looked at Mo Yiqing, his face full of black lines: "An is just a fox, don't ask me such profound and complicated questions. If you really have nothing to do, go to the Internet and bring me some pornographic pictures."

"Aqing, what did the little fox say?"

"He said he would turn you into a pornographic picture"

"hold head high?!"

…………

Just when Ansheng and Mo Yiqing were arguing about who would have higher sales of pornographic pictures.

Lao Chen's call was connected.

Ah Qing told the village chief everything about the tea-fighting competition.

"what?"

Old Chen opposite was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and the sleepiness and ambiguity in his words disappeared, and he said in surprise:

"Stop it! Qing'an Oolong Tea is from our village!"

"Has your dad forgotten? I told him before to find a few tea makers to help make tea. That Qing'an Oolong tea was made by the master himself!"

"Fuck it! Everyone told me not to drink, don't drink. Drinking will only cause trouble, but I won't listen! Ah Qing, go ask your mom to hold Ah Hong down and beat him to death with military boxing. I'm coming right over now!"

"Dududu-"

Old Chen hung up the phone, and Aqing was completely stunned after hearing that.

She subconsciously glanced sideways at the door of the neighborhood committee office in Changxi Town.

My father was standing on the steps, giving a mobilization speech with other respected elders in the village.

Although Aqing couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, she could vaguely hear words like "fairness" and "justice".

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Aqing was in a hurry to go out, so she just put on a pair of canvas shoes.

Inside the canvas shoes, the round, white toes with a hint of pink curled up, slightly lifting the shoe cover.

Aqing stared at her phone with a dull expression and called her mother who was also in the neighborhood committee.

"mom"

"Dad exploded."

Chen Peipei: “???”

(End of this chapter)