Chapter 232

The ox cart stopped at the door of the house. The village head's daughter-in-law just came out of the house and was stunned to see Zhang Gen.

"Mother in law."

Zhang Gen's voice is loud.

The village head's daughter-in-law answered with indifference.

Zhang Gen was not annoyed. He said with a smile, "lian'er, take down the snacks you bought for your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Wei Lian didn't say anything. She came down from the ox cart with two boxes of snacks in her hand and walked into the courtyard. She said with a smile, "Niang."

When the village head's daughter-in-law saw that these two boxes of snacks were not cheap, some of them were distressed for her, "what else can I buy when I go back to my home?"

"The head of the family has made money and we are well off. It's nothing to buy two boxes of snacks."

"Come in."

Let his daughter go in. As for Zhang gen, he didn't even pay attention.

My uncle is a white eyed wolf. I and the village head have been very kind to him these years. I didn't expect that he would do something like that for hundreds of Wen, which almost made the village head angry.

The village head's daughter-in-law is still angry. She is not willing to talk to him.

After entering the room and sitting down, Wei Lian went straight to the topic, "mother, is my father still in the workshop?"

"No, there are more people selling sweet potatoes these two days. Your father is too busy to come back for lunch."

"Was Dad angry when he did that last time?"

Zhang Gen didn't tell her about it until yesterday, when the sweet potatoes he received didn't sell. Zhang Gen told her to come with her today after he drove the cart home.

Although she was angry in her heart, she had the cheek to follow so many sweet potatoes that she could not sell them and wasted her own money.

Speaking of this, the village head's daughter-in-law was very angry. "It's not just angry. Your father is going to be very angry. How can you do such a thing? That's beating your father in the face. "

Having been the village head for so many years, he is respected everywhere. I didn't expect that he would lose face on his uncle. If Wei Qian and his wife hadn't come to persuade him every day, the village head might have been really angry.

Wei lianmo stood up and said, "I'll go to find dad."

"I'll go with you."

Knowing why she came, the village head's daughter-in-law, though angry, still turned to her daughter.

Wei Lian didn't refuse, so they went out together.

"Mother in law."

Zhang Gen still licked his face.

The village head's daughter-in-law was angry, but she was still thinking about her daughter. Her face softened. "I'll go to the workshop with lian'er to find your father-in-law, and you'll wait at home."

"Ah."

Zhang Gen responded happily.

Watching the two go away, the smile on their faces closed.

Zhou Jiacun said that if he didn't accept sweet potatoes, he wouldn't accept them. He was caught off guard and had no choice but to pull Wei Lian over. However, as long as they accept it today, he will come tomorrow.

Earn a lot of money a day, face is nothing.

The village head is very busy. When his daughter-in-law and Wei Lian come to him, they see him.

Happy, "lian'er, why are you free today?"

Wei Lian's face is a little red, "Dad, the sweet potatoes collected at home have not been sold."

When she said this, the village head immediately understood what was going on.

Thinking of what Zhang Gen had done that day, his face turned ugly immediately, but he owed Wei Lian his daughter. He took a deep breath and said, "where is it?"

Wei Lian said hastily, "in our house, if you agree, I'll let Zhang Gen drive the ox cart."

The village head sighed helplessly and waved, "go and shout, let him come to line up."

Wei Lian answered and quickly went back to call Zhang Gen.

Zhang Gen came quickly and stood in line after the crowd.

Several carriages came from afar, came to the queue and stopped. Huo Nan said, "what are you talking about? My father stopped collecting sweet potatoes? "

The boy nodded, "I heard that. It's said that some of the money in the family can't be turned around. The master has asked people to stop for a while."

"Can't you open it?"

Zhang Bao doesn't believe that Zhang's family is so big that he can't make it through these days.

The boy looked around, stepped forward and put it in his ear. "It's said that a woman came to order 20000 pieces of cloth a few days ago and only paid 5000 taels of deposit. As a result, the dye came out, but no one came to pull the goods. All of them fell into our own hands. It's worth two or three hundred thousand taels of silver."

"It's such a thing."

The boy nodded, "I can't be wrong. I saw the manager of the dyeing workshop come in a hurry that day. He was scolded by the master."

Zhang Bao discussed it and said, "go, go to the dyehouse."

Xiao Si busy let people prepare a sedan chair, carried to dye workshop.

The manager of the dyehouse lost a lot of weight.

He has never made such a big mistake in managing the dyeing workshop for so many years. Sitting in the room, he sighs and sighs. He has no spirit.

Zhang Bao comes in.

The steward thought it was the man in the dyeing workshop. Without looking up, he asked weakly, "what's the matter?"

"What happened to the dyehouse?"

The steward suddenly raised his head and stood up, "young master."

Zhang Bao sat down on the stool, one leg on the other, leaned back, took out the young master's style, and asked, "what happened to the dyeing house?"

"This..."

The rules of the Zhang family are very strict. No one is allowed to interfere in business except Mr. Zhang. He is also in charge of anything. He directly reports to Mr. Zhang. Now Mr. Zhang has not spoken to him and asks Zhang Bao to inherit the family property. The manager dare not tell him.

Zhang Bao shook his clothes and squinted at him. "Why, can't I ask this young master?"

The manager's forehead was sweating, but he still didn't let go. "It's not that I can't do it, but I don't have the master's command. I can't tell anyone about the dyeing house. Please forgive me."

"Neither can I?"

The steward bowed, "yes."

Zhang Bao's eyes cooled down and looked at him like this.

The steward hung his head, and the sweat on his forehead became bigger and bigger. It would drip down at any time, but he still bit his teeth and didn't say a word.

"All right."

Zhang Bao stood up, did not continue to embarrass him, "since you do not say, I go back to ask my father."

"The master knows better than I do."

The steward said in a hurry.

Zhang Bao sneered, and the laughter fell on the steward's ear. He suddenly realized what he had said wrong, and his old face turned red.

Zhang Bao paid no attention to him and went straight out of the dyeing workshop. After returning to the house, he went to find Master Zhang.

Master Zhang's face is not good-looking. He has lost so much money in vain. Heartache is heartache, but it's more suffocating. I don't know who did it to the Zhang family.

Zhang Bao went into the house, "Dad."

Master Zhang's displeased face was even worse, "want more silver?"

"I didn't move one or two of those I asked for that day except those for my mother."

Master Zhang's face softened. "It's not easy for you to be a son of your mother. You have to be filial to me, but it's enough. No matter how big the family business is, it can't stand the toss."

"I know."

"What can I do for you?"

"I heard that our dyehouse has been dug up?"

Master Zhang's eyes were sharp. "Who told you that?"

Master Zhang had this news blocked, and no one was allowed to reveal it. It's not for anything else. The main reason is that he can't afford to lose the man. After playing with the eagle all his life, he was finally pecked. His face can't pass.

"Dad, I don't mean anything else. I just want to share some for you."

"Sit down."

Zhang Bao sat down and said, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Master Zhang told him about it.

After hearing this, Zhang Bao thought, "in fact, this is easy to do. Dad can ask people to draw down the woman's appearance, and let people follow the accent and take the portrait to find it."

Master Zhang's eyes brightened. He's been patronizing these days. He's suffocating. Why didn't he think of this method? He immediately ordered him to go on, "go, call the steward, and then find a painter."

The painter was soon called in, and the steward came in a hurry. According to his description, the painter drew the people and the steward showed them.

Zhang Bao recognized Xia Xi and exclaimed, "it's her!"