Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Although today is already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year will be celebrated in two days, many restaurants in the town are still open, with large red lanterns hanging outside their doors, making them look cheerful and full of New Year flavor.

However, the money in his own restaurant is deserted and the door is closed. What's more important is that the red carved door with iron locks is mottled with marks of being chopped and kicked everywhere.

"Huangtian Bodhisattva, what's going on?"

When Mrs. Du got off the car, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. Looking at the damaged door of her house, she couldn't help but shed tears. "Who did this?"

Mu Zhongqing also came over, looked at the carved door that was kicked to the point of collapse, and couldn't help but asked in a deep voice: "Weier, have you ever offended anyone?"

Caiwei lowered her eyes, and a coldness flashed in her eyes. There were some things that she could handle alone, and she didn't want her parents to worry about her anymore.

"My daughter is a prostitute. She doesn't drink, gamble, or get into fights. How can she offend others? Someone must be jealous because our business is so good, so she would do such a thing."

Her emotions were well hidden. Apart from her grievances and atmosphere, no one could see the evil spirit emanating from her body.

Originally, she had thought of dealing with Tianjizi's old boss first, and then going to Bianzhou Mansion to do things. If she didn't have time to pay attention to them, forget it. Anyway, she didn't suffer much in the hands of their husband and wife.

However, they couldn't wait to seek death. They blatantly smashed up her restaurant and demonstrated nakedly to her!

good! very good!

she said to herself.

Now, she has a lot of money, and she will immediately join the business. She will be rich in the world. She doesn't need to care about the few taels of silver earned by the Bafu Restaurant every day. However, the Bafu Restaurant is a business she came to this world to carry out. She has extremely deep feelings for her, just like a mother feels for a child born in ten months' gestation. No matter what the child looks like, in the mother's eyes, he is the best, unique, and cannot be allowed to have anything. blasphemous.

Her restaurant was smashed up, just like her child was bullied. How could she swallow this feeling?

"Hey, I wonder how Jiujin and the others are doing. Are they injured?"

Mrs. Du was worried. Compared with the restaurant, she was more worried about people.

Caiwei said to Uncle Zhang who was driving the car: "Uncle Zhang, could you please go to Uncle Zhou's house to see how Uncle Zhou and Jiu Jin are doing? Are they injured?"

"Yes, Miss."

Everyone in the host's family got out of the car. Uncle Zhang flicked his whip and drove to Jiujin's house to see the people.

When the children got out of the car and saw that their home had been harmed like this, they were all very angry. Wen'er said angrily: "Sister, if you find out who is harming us, you will definitely not spare him."

"That's natural." Caiwei said coldly.

Back in the backyard, Aunt Zhang, Sister-in-law Liu, Chunliu, Zhu'er and others came out to greet Mu Zhongqing, while telling Caiwei about the smashing of the restaurant.

It turned out that on the night Caiwei left, several servants at home had already fallen asleep. Suddenly, they were awakened by the sound of "table tennis" in the front yard. When they heard such a noise, several people were frightened. , after getting dressed, he hurried to the front yard to see the situation.

As a result, as soon as they entered the restaurant, they saw six or seven burly men, armed with swords and sticks, hacking and smashing in the restaurant. The neat and clean restaurant was smashed by them, including tables, chairs, benches, cups and dishes. They were smashed to pieces, and no one was spared. Several large urns containing wine were also smashed, and the mellow aroma flowed all over the floor...