Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

The old woman from the Mo family ultimately did not slap the little girl's face.

With quick reflexes, Madam Qiu leaned forward and pulled her daughter into her arms.

With a sharp "smack," the slap landed squarely on Qiu Niangzi's shoulder and neck, causing her to sway violently.

Several finger marks were instantly left on her neck, which shows how much force the old woman used.

This completely ignited the anger of the onlookers.

A chorus of curses erupted from the crowd, rising eight octaves higher than before.

"You heartless old hag!"

"Those who eat the flesh of the childless will surely die a horrible death!"

Someone squeezed halfway out of the crowd, pointed at the old woman's nose, and cursed, "Bullying an orphan and a widow, you'll be struck by lightning!"

The old woman's face turned pale and then red as she was scolded, but she refused to back down in the slightest.

She stood there, looking like a ruffled old hen, yelling at the crowd in a shrill voice, "Shut up! This is a matter for the Mo family, what's it to you!"

"This restaurant belongs to the Mo family, not the Qiu family! What right does this widow from another family have to monopolize the Mo family's property?"

"Let me tell you straight, anyone who dares to utter another word will never set foot in this shop again!"

She should have kept quiet, because once she did, the onlookers got even more excited.

A young man in the crowd shouted at the top of his lungs, "As if I wanted to eat at your house! What kind of good food can your chef cook?"

"Those signature dishes, weren't they all invented by Madam Qiu herself?"

"Your men can't even hold a kitchen knife properly! After Madam Qiu leaves, let's see how long your shop lasts! In less than a month, it'll probably be overgrown with weeds!"

The old woman rolled her eyes in anger, jumping up and down and yelling, "Bullshit!"

"It's just a few simple dishes, what's so difficult about it!"

"I've watched through the kitchen door a few times, I've got it all figured out! Even without that jinx, the shop will keep operating, business will keep going, and nobody can stop the Mo family from getting rich!"

One ordinary citizen retorted with a sneer, "If you're so capable, why didn't you do this earlier!"

"Exactly, exactly. Your shop almost went out of business a few years ago..."

Just as the two sides were arguing fiercely, a series of orderly footsteps suddenly came from outside the crowd.

Someone shouted, "The county magistrate is here!"

The onlookers quickly moved aside, making way for each other.

Magistrate Zhuo, accompanied by several constables, strode over.

Magistrate Zhuo was a middle-aged man in his forties with a square face and broad forehead. His beard was neatly trimmed, giving him a rather imposing air.

He usually disliked getting involved in these kinds of domestic disputes, leaving them to the constables. But today was different; he had a special affection for Moxiangju.

Firstly, the food at this restaurant is very much to his liking, and he comes here to eat once a month.

Secondly, he had a good personal relationship with Qiu Niangzi's deceased husband, Brother Mo, and they had drunk and played chess together.

Brother Mo was a kind and gentle man who spoke politely. He passed away at a young age, and I personally went to his coffin to offer three sticks of incense.

Brother Mo's body is barely cold, and this widow and her child are being forced out by her husband's family. He's been suppressing his anger ever since.

But he was, after all, an official, and this case was ultimately a family matter of the Mo family. He couldn't openly favor Lady Qiu, otherwise it would spread that the magistrate was helping the widow, which would damage his reputation.

He walked to the center of the crowd with a sullen face, his gaze lingered on Qiu Niangzi's face for a moment, then swept over the Mo family group, and snorted coldly.

"Madam Qiu has not committed any of the seven grounds for divorce. Your Mo family has no right to divorce her. If you truly want her to leave, there is only one way: a peaceful divorce."

"If you divorce, you must return every penny of the dowry she brought with her."

"From then on, men and women went their separate ways."

"You must not cause her any more trouble, understand?"

As soon as the county magistrate spoke, the Mo family members, especially the old woman, immediately wilted like eggplants hit by frost.

The old man and woman exchanged a glance, then huddled together with their eldest son and youngest daughter and whispered for a while.

Their original plan was to simply drive the people away without paying a single penny.

But the county magistrate himself declared that if they continued to be so domineering, the yamen's punishment would be severe. So, they had no choice but to reluctantly agree to the divorce and return Madam Qiu's dowry.

The dowry wasn't much to begin with; it only amounted to thirty taels of silver in total.

It was a respectable dowry back then, but compared to the flow of money at Moxiangju, it was nothing.

The shop's daily revenue is at least two or three taels of silver, which adds up to a little over a hundred taels a month.

The Mo family paid off Lady Qiu and her daughter with thirty taels of silver, and then immediately monopolized this cash cow. No matter how you look at it, they got the better deal.

Without wasting another word with them, Madam Qiu took the thirty taels of silver, picked up her daughter, and stood up from the ground.

When she stood up, her legs were numb from kneeling, and her body swayed slightly, but she quickly straightened up.

She bowed deeply to the county magistrate: "Thank you, Your Honor."

Then he turned around and walked step by step out of the crowd.

She paused as she passed her parents-in-law.

Those bloodshot eyes swept over them coldly, like two knives, making the old woman and the others unconsciously take a half step back.

But Madam Qiu said nothing, and walked away without looking back, carrying the child.

The onlookers automatically made way for the mother and daughter, watching the two figures disappear at the end of the long street.

Some sighed, some cursed, and one even secretly spat in the direction of the Mo family's gate.

Yun Shengsheng lowered the carriage curtain, her eyes still sparkling, her heart filled with excitement.

Just now, Xiao Mao Tuanzi told her about Qiu Niangzi's background and how formidable she was.

That's absolutely the chosen CEO!

She absolutely has to win this man over!

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Magistrate Zhuo frowned and prepared to leave, but was stopped by a tall man in brocade robes.

Mo Ning cupped his hands in greeting, leaned closer, and took out a plaque.

After reading it, Magistrate Zhuo's eyes widened instantly, and he almost knelt down.

Fortunately, Mo Ning reacted quickly and caught him.

"Lord Zhuo, my master is traveling incognito, so we cannot make it public."

"I need to discuss something with you now. Where would be a convenient place for you?"

Originally, Yan Shijin wasn't in a hurry, but since he had encountered the local magistrate, he decided to call his men and settle the matter quickly.

Magistrate Zhuo wiped the sweat from his brow and said in a low voice with his back hunched.

"My lord, there are too many people and too much chatter outside. Why don't you invite your esteemed guest to my residence?"

Before Mo Ning could speak, Chu Xiao walked over and whispered, "No, let's go to my family's restaurant instead! It's much more convenient there!"

"It's lunchtime now. If we can't eat at Moxiangju, let's go to my family's restaurant. We can't let His Highness and Sister Shengsheng go hungry..."