God-given peasant wife's good fortune

Chapter 893 Ze'er Extra Story (8)

Xianxian blinked her eyes, half understanding.

Mrs. Zhuang smiled, and said: "In the future, if you encounter such a thing, you need to use your brain more. You have to think about how to prevent it from making a big deal and prevent this kind of thing from happening again?"

Mrs. Zhuang taught her great-granddaughter, and Hao'er and Ze'er followed Zhuang Yong to the Zhuang's porridge shed to see if anyone was injured.

Xianxian tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked, "Great-grandmother, do you mean that I should tell those rascals in private?"

Mrs. Zhuang showed a gratified smile: "That's almost what it means."

"But look at their attitude, even if I tell them in private, they won't listen to me, right?" Xianxian said after thinking for a while.

"That's why we need to use our brains." Mrs. Zhuang said patiently: "The porridge shed belongs to us. Our porridge shed originally stipulated that each person can only receive porridge and steamed buns once per meal, and repeatedly go to the porridge shed to get food. , once you are discovered, you will be blacklisted, and you will not be allowed to appear in our porridge shed in the future, and your mistake is to forget that you are the eighth lady of the banker."

Although Xianxian is young, she knows everything: "Great-grandmother, do you mean that I can ask the steward to handle this matter?"

If the steward came forward to deal with it, he could directly send someone to take those scoundrels away, so that it would not cause chaos.

Xianxian's eyeballs rolled for a long while before she said seriously: "Great-grandmother, I won't be reckless in the future."

"Okay, then let's go and have a look."

Because this little great-granddaughter was extremely intelligent since she was a child, her old man deliberately cultivated her, and this girl grew up under her knees, so Mrs. Zhuang paid more attention to this great-granddaughter than the other great-granddaughters. Some.

Over there, Haoer had already interrogated a few men who had jumped in the queue. After a few words, Haoer found that their accents were wrong. After being frightened, they confessed honestly. It turned out that they were not real refugees, but a man a few miles away from Shengjing Farmers in small villages have been coming to pick up food since they set up porridge sheds outside the city, and then send it back. At most, they would pick up seven or eight times a day.

It was cold, and the porridge they brought back would be eaten first, and the steamed buns would be stored and eaten slowly, and when they wanted to eat, they would just put them in the pot and heat them up.

"Madam, please don't send us to the government. We have no other choice. It's because the harvest in the field is not good this year. Otherwise, we wouldn't do such a thing." Several farmers cried to Mrs. Zhuang for mercy. .

Mrs. Zhuang looked cold and did not speak. Zhuang Yong understood and yelled at several people: "Your harvest is not good, and these displaced refugees are suffering? You have houses and fields. The weather was good two days ago. If you don't be lazy, will you have no food left?"

Zhuang Yong paused, and Zhuang Cheng then scolded: "It's fine if you share porridge like refugees, but you are greedy! Not only that, but after you were discovered, you even tried to hurt my young lady. It is an unforgivable crime!"

Any bad harvest is all an excuse, but it is true to want to get something for nothing!
Several farmers immediately thought of the little girl just now, and their faces turned pale with fright. They didn't know that the porridge shed belonged to that little girl!

The reason why they went to this porridge shed to jump in line was because they found that the porridge in this porridge shed was much thicker than other porridge sheds, and the steamed buns were also bigger, whiter and more fragrant than those in other porridge sheds. stuck.

"Send it to the government." Mrs. Zhuang said indifferently.

Mrs. Zhuang didn't pity them because they were farmers, nor did she pity them because they begged for mercy. They gave porridge here to help those who really need it, not to let some people take advantage of it. If she let these people go, the future It's bound to happen again.

In fact, Zhuang Yong and Zhuang Cheng's speculation was correct. These farmers were indeed lazy owners, and the government servants found out as soon as they inquired.

Because these few people did not commit any major crimes, and it is not easy to be sentenced too harshly, they were only detained for a few days, and they were released after making them suffer. This is a later story.

The weather was too cold, and Mrs. Zhuang asked the coachman to prepare to go back to the city to deal with the affairs of several farmers.

"Great-grandmother, I'm hungry." Xianxian tugged on Mrs. Zhuang's sleeve and said anxiously.

Mrs. Zhuang looked at the sky and couldn't help laughing: "Look at me, I forgot the time."

Xianxian blinked and nodded vigorously.

"Can you eat porridge and steamed buns?" Mrs. Zhuang asked.

Although their Taifu's residence is not a luxurious family, there are at least five dishes for lunch and dinner. I don't know if this girl can swallow this white porridge and white steamed buns?

"I'll just eat a steamed bun to cushion my stomach first." Xianxian curled her lips reluctantly, the thing she dislikes the most is plain porridge.

"What about you?" Mrs. Zhuang looked at Hao'er and Ze'er.

Hao'er looked at Ze'er, and Ze'er twitched the corners of her lips: "I can do it."

After finishing speaking, Ze'er ordered Hong Lie to get rid of it, and let Mrs. Zhuang and Xianxian go back to the carriage to wait. There was a charcoal basin burning on the carriage, which was warmer than outside anyway.

"Our own porridge shed, what's the line? Stupid to death!" Xianxian was a little afraid of Ze'er, and didn't complain until she got into the carriage, but she was afraid that Ze'er would hear her, so she lowered her voice very low.

Such a long line, when the porridge and steamed buns were brought, she was starving.

Mrs. Zhuang smiled and said nothing, this girl is still young, she can't understand some things.

Mrs. Zhuang pushed the window shutter a little, and looked at Ze'er, who was sitting upright on the horseback, with a smile in her eyes.

This child is actually only five years older than Xianxian, but he can think so deeply.

A few farmers just jumped in line and caused chaos. Now Ze'er asked Hong Lie to line up. It's not that he is stupid and insists on getting rid of it. He did it for all the refugees to see.

This is their porridge shed, and they all have to obey the rules and line up. Who will dare to jump in line in the future?

Ze'er was facing the farmer's porridge shed, but she didn't notice that there were several refugees in front of another porridge shed behind her, who looked at each other and quietly walked out of the team.

Because of the strong wind, Mrs. Zhuang glanced at Ze'er and was about to close the car window, but because Xianxian peeked at Ze'er outside the car, she suddenly found a few refugees with big knives slashing at Ze'er. Unconsciously screamed.

At the same time as Xianxian screamed, Ze'er also sensed several murderous auras approaching, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. Just when the swords fell from the hands of several refugees, he jumped up. At the same time, there was an extra soft sword in his hand.

The refugees only felt a white light flash in front of their eyes, and then their necks felt cold, and then their eyes widened in horror.
(End of this chapter)