The wicked girl of the farm gate is a group pet

Chapter 177 Who is the white-eyed wolf

The ancestral hall of Xinghua Village was in a mess, and the villagers surrounded Shen Yue'e with a lot of chatter.

"Girl of the Shen family, you can't be so heartless! They are all from the villagers. If you don't give us a hand, the fresh bamboo shoots will emerge from the ground, and they will grow into elders in a few days. When the bamboo shoots are old, they will grow into mature bamboo shoots." Bamboo."

"That's right, fresh bamboo shoots have emerged. If you don't want to accept our bamboo shoots, you can use Changqingguan bamboo shoots. You taught us how to soak sour bamboo shoots."

Mrs. Wang was even more cheeky and yelled: "The sour bamboo shoots I thought were soaked were ruined. I don't know why they were soaked? Teach me your recipe for soaking sour bamboo shoots. I still have to wait to go back to soak the bamboo shoots." What! You don’t learn from your father, who donates silver every year to build ancestral halls, build bridges and pave roads..."

"I have no conscience, who has no conscience?"

Shen Yue'e sneered: "Back then, Cao'er and I were doing sour bamboo shoots business, and I kindly took care of you. I asked you to dig the bamboo shoots and send them to Changqing Temple. The price was the same as picking them up in Mingzhu Town. How much effort did you save? You are so lucky. Thinking about soaking sour bamboo shoots, I turned around and refused to send bamboo shoots to Changqing Guan."

"You don't want to send bamboo shoots, that's fine! Then I dug my own bamboo forest, so I can't use the bamboo shoots you sent, right? You can't make sour bamboo shoots even if you think about it blindly, and then spring bamboo shoots popped out of the ground. Your bamboo shoots In Mingzhu Town, I couldn’t sell them for a price, so I thought of selling them to Cao’er and me. The bamboo shoots in Mingzhu Town, which no one takes for a penny or a catty, are you going to sell us for two pennies?”

Shen Yue'e burst into tears: "Do you want me to imitate my father? Why should I imitate my father? My father donated silver taels to build roads and bridges for the village's ancestral hall. What happened in the end? Are you grateful to our Shen family? Or are you doing it for our Shen family? What have you done? My father has done so much for the people in the village, but in the end it was for you to persecute me?"

"Our Shen family owes you a lot."

Shen Yue'e roared angrily: "Where's your face? I understand, Doumi En, Sheng Michou, you people are just white-eyed wolves who don't know much about it."

Shen Yue'e burst into tears and screamed, and some people in the ancestral hall gradually showed shame on their faces.

There was also the one with a stiff neck, and Aunt Chang muttered in a low voice: "Who is the white-eyed wolf? How did the girl from the Shen family talk?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Mrs. Wang, who wanted sour bamboo shoots in her dreams, yelled.

"Shen Dashan, look at what your daughter is talking about? It's not only she and the girl from the Su family who can soak sour bamboo shoots, the owner of the Qian's shop in the town also soaks sour bamboo shoots!"

Mrs. Wang said confidently: "Since Mr. Qian's family can make money, we can compete with her and the girl of the Su family. Then why can't we take care of our villagers? Let's earn some money too. The Shen family is well, and the villagers are well, not everyone Okay!"

"Lizheng, Shen Lizheng, you also want our village to become richer than other villages, don't you? You can't help Shen Dashan's family just because your surname is Shen."

Mrs. Wang looked at Lizheng with a smile on her face: "Shen Lizheng, what are you talking about?"

Logically speaking, if Shen Yue'e and the girl from the Su family had to hand over the recipe for soaking sour bamboo shoots, it would be no different from grabbing.

However, Xinghua Village has always been more beautiful than other villages because of the good wine it makes.

Xinghua Village has been unable to produce good wine these years, and gradually weakened. Shen Lizheng dreamed of making the village rich and restoring its former glory.

He coughed heavily and looked at Shen Dashan: "Dashan, what do you think about this?"

(End of this chapter)