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Chapter 1383 Treat shit as gold

The originally peaceful sleeping night was blown up by this 'cannon fire'.

Lord Fu Ya also realized the seriousness of the matter.

He hurriedly followed the waiter from Zuixianju to the restaurant.

The restaurant is brightly lit.

But the scene in front of him shocked him incomparably.

A group of people are scrambling for a bucket, and some people put their hands into the bucket.

Their eyes were red as they scrambled, and shouted as they scrambled: "It's mine, the gold is mine, it's mine."

"Gold?" The lord Fu Ya looked at their strange behavior suspiciously.

If you don't understand this, you will look at them like a bunch of lunatics.

How can anyone treat the excrement and urine in the pail as gold?

The shop waiter's black hair was messy and his face was pale, and he had blocked them for a while: "My lord, they didn't know why, and it became like this in the middle of the night. When I found it, I hugged the bucket and said that it was full of gold, silver and jewels, and I couldn't stop it at all."

Master Fu Ya's face was pale.

This is the first time he has encountered such a strange thing. He felt a headache, and he patted his forehead: "Go, go to Dali Temple to find Murong Siqing, no, it is said that Murong Siqing has something to go out, go, get Mr. Bai Mosi You are here."

"Yes."

A quarter of an hour later.

Dressed in a blue-gray robe, the gentle and jade-like Bai Mosi hurried over.

Because he had already heard about the situation on the way here, so he didn't waste his time asking again. After seeing the situation that was more serious than expected, he narrowed his warm eyes and asked the waiter and the shopkeeper: "Today are they What did you eat?"

The waiter and the shopkeeper looked at each other, and said, "No... I didn't eat anything, it's just the food from the restaurant."

"Is everyone like this in the restaurant?" Bai Mosi asked again.

The shopkeeper sighed: "Most of them are like this."

Bai Mosi knew it in his heart, and then pressed them directly: "Why are you two okay?"

Hearing this, the shopkeeper and the waiter knelt on the ground: "My lord, do you mean that we poisoned you? Your lord is wronged. Our Zuixianju is a century-old brand, which has been passed down from generation to generation. We all come here especially for the name, how dare we smash our own signboard."

Bai Mosi paced around and asked, "What did you eat today?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while, and said: "Today, the restaurant is crowded with people and is very busy. The waiter is in charge of serving the dishes. We don't have time to eat the restaurant's dishes, and we didn't ask the chef in the kitchen to make us another serving. We ate the cakes my old mother brought to me yesterday."

"Apart from the guests, who else has this situation." Bai Mosi seemed to have found the crux.

The waiter in the shop thought for a while, and said, "There are other waiters, and the chef is also like this, but they are not that serious."

"Is there any more pastry?" Bai Mosi cast his gentle gaze on the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, there are more."

The shopkeeper took out the pastry that his old mother gave him, and Bai Mosi took it over, and asked again: "Are there any leftovers from today's guests?"

"Yes, yes." The waiter went to the back kitchen and put the leftovers into a brown paper bag: "My lord, it's a bit dirty."

"Go on." Bai Mosi said with a glance at his subordinates following behind him.

Those people are still grabbing the barrels, and the officials are desperately trying to stop them.

A trace of complicated emotions flashed across Bai Mosi's gentle eyes, and he said: "Put away all the barrels, and the people in the government office will stay and watch them, and don't let them do anything that hurts you."

(End of this chapter)