The next day, three new faces came to Yangliu Village and drove large carts to the Guoguo Kiln to pull tiles.
Xia Qianqian was surprised not to see Qingtong: "You are..."
"It was sent by the enamel hand warmer." said the old man in the lead.
Xia Qianqian understood immediately that it was someone sent by Gu Changsheng, and immediately and enthusiastically took the person to the field. There were hundreds of tiles, which filled up a large cart. It took a whole morning just to load the tiles.
The news that Xia Qianqian had sold all her tiles also spread in Yangliu Village, and some curious people came out and asked, "Xia Qianqian, have you sold all your tiles?"
"Yes, it's sold." Xia Qianqian smiled.
"Where did this big customer come from?"
Xia Qianqian pretended to be mysterious: "It's not convenient to reveal."
"You're not going to steal the Xia family's business, are you?" Jiang Ming asked sourly.
"How is that possible? If I were to steal their business, they would come over and skin me alive?" Xia Qianqian smiled, secretly glad that Gu Changsheng had bought the tiles sent by his second and third uncles yesterday. But why did that guy buy so many tiles
"No wonder your family ate meat yesterday. I could smell the aroma of meat." Uncle Liu smiled and was very happy for Xia Qianqian.
Jiang Ming said, "Living in a drafty thatched house and eating braised pork, he is such a foodie!"
"It has nothing to do with you." Xia Qianqian glared at Jiang Ming. It was really hard to describe the thatched house. It was so leaky that it was freezing cold. When she made some money next year, she was going to build a big brick and tile house to live in!
"Yeah, it has nothing to do with me. You are not my wife, so I don't care which family's young master you are in town." Jiang Ming sneered loudly.
The villagers looked at each other, all skeptical of Xia Qianqian's "ability". After all, she was just a thirteen-year-old girl, how capable could she be
Xia Qianqian's face changed drastically, and she strode towards Jiang Ming: "What did you say? Say it again!"
She was stern and ready to fight. Jiang Ming was scared and backed away: "What's the point of beating people? Everyone in the village knows that you go to town every day and bring benefits back every time. Your little deeds have spread a long time ago."
"A mess? Then tell me clearly today, what's wrong with me? If you can't explain it clearly, I will break your head!" Xia Qianqian was furious and waved her fists aggressively.
Several villagers stopped her and advised her kindly: "Some people can't stand you doing well and gossip about you. Don't bother with them."
Seeing that someone was trying to stop him, Jiang Ming became bolder and spoke more harshly: "Where is the broken part? Is there anyone who can tell me clearly?"
Several hooligans in the village burst into laughter and looked at Xia Qianqian with prejudice. Qin was so angry that she burst into tears: "You are talking nonsense. Our Qianqian is a good girl! My tiles are good, so there are big customers buying them."
"Haha!" Jiang Ming sneered, and the villagers began to discuss in a low voice.
Xia Qianqian was completely enraged. She broke free and ran headfirst into Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming was knocked away...
He turned into a black arc, crossed the white snow scene, and landed ten meters away. His head hit the stone and blood gushed out.
The villagers were all frightened and stared blankly. Jiang's mother ran over, hugged Jiang Ming and cried, "Oh my God, someone has killed someone, my son's head is broken..."
"From now on, those who like to gossip should stay away and don't let me hear it. Otherwise, Jiang Ming will be his role model!" Xia Qianqian put her hands on her hips and shouted loudly with great momentum.
With so many people watching, no one dared to help Jiang Ming and his mother.
(End of this chapter)