The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

After the steward Zeng left, the village chief was so angry that his hands trembled. He gritted his teeth and stood there for a while, then turned around and forced a smile at Jiang Ning and the two of them: "Zhuo Jing has already prepared the meal, wait for the two of you to eat first. I'll take you to tea again."

Jiang Ning didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and said, "I'm sorry."

The lunch was insipid, and as soon as the meal was over, the village head asked the two to wait a while, went to the neighbor's house by himself, called a strong young man named Weng Shi, pointed at the two and said: " These two shopkeepers want to buy our tea, you go and inform the big guy, bring all the tea leaves here, and show the two shopkeepers."

Na Weng Shi was overjoyed, and immediately agreed, and turned around to inform the villagers.

Jiang Ning said to the village chief, "There's no need to bother, it's the same when we go to see it."

The village head shook his head and said: "The two shopkeepers are kind, but it seems too much trouble for each family, so it's better to move here."

Jiang Ning saw that he couldn't persuade him, so he gave up. After a while, many villagers brought their tea with them. Their tea was packed in big boxes and gathered in the yard of the village chief's house. Looking around, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan, two strangers from outside, were slightly curious in their eyes.

Gradually, there were more and more people in the yard. The village chief looked at the crowd and saw that they were almost there, so he said to Jiang Ning and the two: "Okay, let's open the box and have a look at the tea?"

As the boxes were opened one by one, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan looked over one by one. The boxes looked big, but the space inside was very narrow. The tea leaves were wrapped tightly. The tarpaulin is coated with tung oil, and the tea leaves are also preserved very well, exuding a strong tea fragrance, and dry as before.

Han Zhiyuan knocked on the wooden box, and there was a muffled sound inside. He asked curiously, "What's inside?"

The village chief explained: "The box is specially made, and there are some small grids inside, and then a small bag made of coarse cloth is filled with lime, and then sealed, which can prevent the tea from growing moths."

Jiang Ning smiled: "This is a good idea."

The village chief chuckled: "The things passed down from the ancestors are naturally good."

I just looked at the tea leaves for the whole afternoon. Except for a small part that was improperly preserved and damp, the rest were all high-quality teas, totaling 210 five shi. Jiang Ning was very satisfied. After discussing with Han Zhiyuan, he agreed The village head said: "We will come back tomorrow and pay the money with one hand and the tea with the other. What do you think?"

The village was overjoyed, and after a few good words, he said: "The two shopkeepers don't need to hire another person. There are a few young and strong men in our village, and it is not a problem to pull a few bullock carts to help you to Yuezhou City."

For Jiang Ning and the others, this is naturally a good thing, and the matter is settled, and everyone is happy.

In the early morning of the second day, the people from Chunxipo really drove over to bring the tea leaves. There were seven or eight carts in total, which were quite impressive.

When unloading the goods, the village head said that all the boxes containing the tea were also given to you, and two additional carts of wooden boxes were also sent.

After the two readily handed over the money, they asked them to send the two carts of wooden boxes to the grain store.

The village chief asked doubtfully: "Aren't they put together? Should they be separated?"

Jiang Ning said with a smile: "The room is small, I can't fit it in."

It was not a troublesome thing to transport them there, and the village head readily agreed, and ordered a few people to drive the ox cart, and went with Jiang Ning and the others to the grain shop in the market.

The group of them was mighty, causing passers-by to stop and look sideways. When they reached the gate of the grain shop, the people who had remembered the tea shop had got the news and rushed over with them.

The person who came here had an acquaintance besides the steward Zeng who received the tea, and stared at the two in amazement: "So it's you!"

The meatball-like Steward Zeng shook his face and said, "Recognize them, Steward Wu?"

Manager Wu was really the one that Jiang Ning and his wife met at the tea shop that day. When he saw the manager Zeng asking a question, he immediately grumbled: "See, met once..."

Steward Zeng squinted his eyes halfway: "The two big customers you mentioned, shouldn't they be them?"

Manager Wu kept his mouth shut like a quail. Manager Zeng sneered and scolded, "Stupid thing."

He walked up to Jiang Ning waving his fan, raised his chin, glanced at him through the gap where his eyes were almost invisible, pointed at him with the fan, and said arrogantly: "Where are you from? I don't understand this Yuezhou The rules of the city?"

Jiang Ning smiled and didn't answer, Han Zhiyuan reached out and grabbed his hand holding the fan, and said with a smile, "If you have something to say, talk about it, what do you mean?"

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" The hand that was once in charge was so painful that it was grabbed, and suddenly howled like a pig: "Let it go, let it go!"

Only then did Han Zhiyuan throw away his hand, shook it in disgust, and said, "Where are you guys from? What are you doing in front of our shop?"

Steward Zeng grinned and held one hand, gasped for air, and was about to explode when suddenly a clerk behind him pulled his sleeve and said something in a low voice. He took a breath of anger, and gave the two of them a hard look: "If you dare to rob us of the business we have remembered in Yuezhou City, no matter what your background is, we will ride a donkey to read the libretto, we will wait and see!"

As he said that, he led a group of people away with wind.

The village chief was worried about them, and hesitantly said: "This... will it be nothing?"

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "It will be fine, thank you very much." As he spoke, he took out some money and said, "This is our kindness. We invite the villagers to drink, and I hope the village chief will not refuse."

The village head declined several times, but seeing that Jiang Ning insisted on giving it, he had no choice but to accept the money, and took the villagers to leave.

The story is divided into two parts. The steward Zeng was originally a distant nephew of Zeng Hean, the owner of Zeng Ji. He suffered a disadvantage in the field, so he couldn't be willing to swallow this sullen breath, so he went back angrily and told Zeng Yuanhua to add fuel and jealousy. When Zeng Yuanhua heard it, someone dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, so it's okay? !

That afternoon, he rushed back to the Zeng family's mansion in the east of the city. As soon as he entered, he asked the concierge, "Is the master back?"

The concierge replied: "I will arrive early this morning."

When Zeng Yuanhua found Zeng He'an, he saw that Zeng He'an was drinking tea and listening to music in the flower hall, so he stood obediently and waited. When he finished drinking a cup of tea, half an hour had passed, and Zeng He'an finally put down. Chazhan said, "What's the matter?"

Zeng Yuanhua leaned over and said, "The Shen family also wants to get a share of the tea market now?"

"Huh? Who did you hear from?" Zeng and An finally raised their white eyes and looked at him.

Zeng Yuanhua said in a sullen voice: "Recently, Ziming was collecting new tea at Chunxipo, but for some reason, those tea farmers insisted on raising the price this year, and refused to sell it desperately. I just found out today that it turned out that the Shen family was behind it and sent those tea farmers away. I have collected all the tea, the Dong family, the Shen family, don’t they want to fight against us?"

Zeng and An Sulai knew his temper, their ears were soft, and their brains were even more inflexible. If they weren't from the same clan, Zeng Yuanhua and his mother begged him in front of the whole clan, I'm afraid I wouldn't use him at all. Yi glanced at him distrustfully: "The Shen family? Where is the Shen family's shop?"

"The one next to the river in the south of the city."

Zeng and An continued: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Zeng Yuanhua suddenly got stuck, he hesitated and said: "This... Ziming told me personally..."

"When you're old, you still hear that the wind is the rain." Zeng He'an threw down the lid of the teacup, made a jingle sound, and laughed, "That old Shen Lefu, if you lend him ten more courage, he won't dare to go to me." With this hand, his eldest son almost wiped out an acre of land, how dare he? Besides, didn't the Shen family move the leather goods store in the south of the city?"

Zeng Yuanhua recalled it carefully, wiped off his sweat immediately, and said, "Okay, it seems to be."

"Next time, don't come to me about something like this without a shadow." Zeng and An waved their hands a little annoyed: "Three sentences will miss the bottom line, so you can't use your brain more?"

Zeng Yuanhua didn't dare to speak anymore, only Nuonuo should agree, but Zeng He'an didn't intend to let him go, and continued to ask: "How is the tea shop recently?"

Zeng Yuanhua wiped his sweat and replied, "It's okay. At the beginning of the month, I shipped a boatload of tea to Luyang, about [-] shi, and then signed a contract with a tea merchant in Shangjing. They sent [-] Shimaojian new teas, and they brought in a lot of new teas a few days ago, no, but..."

Zeng and An frowned: "But what?"

Zeng Yuanhua felt a little regretful that he had come this time, and instead of suing him, he was about to fall in. While scolding Zeng Ziming who had pushed him back and forth countless times in his heart, he replied: "But there are still two hundred stones missing right now. ..."

"Two hundred stones?" Zeng and An opened their eyes and stared at him aggressively: "What day is today?"

Zeng Yuanhua Na Na: "21st."

Zeng and An almost laughed angrily at him: "There are still two hundred shi of tea leaves, you don't have to think of a way, instead you have the leisure to talk to me about these shits?! Someone robbed the tea leaves, what should I do? Let me teach you? Comparing the two, you can't tell which is more important? What is your brain used for?"

Seeing him trembling like a quail from fright, Zeng and An were even more furious, and slammed the table, the teacups clanged and the tea splashed, pointing at him and yelling at the idiot. Pointing to the door again, he said, "Get out, I don't care what method you use! If the two hundred stones of tea leaves are not filled, get out of here as soon as possible!"

So Zeng Yuanhua was so frightened that he hurried to leave. Zeng Hean was so angry that he grabbed the teacup and threw it towards his back, smashing it right on the ground. With a crisp clang, the teacup rolled to the ground , torn apart, a lot of tea leaves hanging on top of Zeng Yuanhua's head, dripping wetly, Zeng Yuanhua didn't dare to turn his head back, hurriedly quickened his pace, and rolled out in a hurry.