Song Jinggong ignored Zhou Xihu at all, but first said respectfully to the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang: "My lord, please sit down."
Waiting for Cheng Lingxiang to sit down with a smile and nodded, Song Jinggong looked at Zhou Xihu who was standing there with an arrogant expression: "Young Master Zhou, please, too. I am honored to be accompanied by the magistrate today. Man, let your shop sign your name. The dishes are here."
The county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang felt at ease at this time. Zhou Xihu didn't seem to have the same attitude as he just now, making him feel dull. He secretly said that this week Xihu is really unreasonable, what about your uncle's sixth rank? I really settled your case, your uncle dare to reverse the case
Song Jinggong is not bad, knowing who is the master, and giving money is also happy, and she will definitely take more care of her in the future.
Zhou Xihu also found that he was too eager just now and forgot to greet people. Uncle said more than once that he must be respectful in front of the county magistrate. It is all because of this oil seller Song Jinggong. If it weren't for him, how could he have forgotten to talk to the county first? Let speak.
Thinking of this, he looked at Song Jinggong more and more angry, and after pouring tea to the county magistrate, he couldn't wait to ask Song Jinggong again: "Song son, do you know what I want?"
"Zhou Xihu, if you still talk to me like this, I will let you get nothing." Song Jinggong sank her face at this moment.
"You, you dare to call my name directly, and you dare to talk to me like this, don't forget, there is still a patient lying down who has eaten your family's oil."
Zhou Xi stood up immediately, in Sanshui County, he had never seen anyone dared to talk to him like this.
Song Jinggong smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from her arms without rushing, and threw it in front of Zhou Xihu. Zhou Xihu was dumbfounded. He didn't know any of the words written on the paper, and he didn't learn it since he was a child. , I didn't even memorize a thousand-character essay.
"Uncle Cheng, help me to see it." Zhou Xihu had no choice but to hand this piece of paper to the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang.
Cheng Lingxiang took the paper and slowly said, "I am the person who is responsible for selling oil. Because the person who pretends to eat oil poisoning has an enmity with me, he came to pretend to be sick and frame me. I know that things are not good and I am afraid. Being retaliated by others, I had to stay away from Sanshui County and seek survival elsewhere."
"Look, Zhou Xihu, the guy I hired temporarily has hatred with your person who pretends to be sick. Now he has been scared off. You said that your brother was sick after eating oil, so why didn't your brother's family report to the government? "Song Jinggong waited for the county magistrate to finish reading, and said leisurely.
"Maybe it's your guy who has an antagonism with my brother, and he deliberately poisoned it." Zhou Xihu didn't expect Song Jinggong to beat him up, so he had no choice but to reason.
"Well, it's also possible. Then let your brother report to the official, and let the government issue a marine arrest document. That guy was hired temporarily. I don't know his details. My vegetable oil has been sold to the entire Sanshui County. Among half of the restaurants and inns, there are still a few noble houses.
Zhou Xihu, you continue to look for someone to pretend to be sick. I will remove all the oil tonight. If you ask about those hotels, I must tell the truth. Zhou Xihu in Sanshui County can’t afford it. I will sell the oil to other states. I wonder if your uncle who assisted the Honshu governor can take care of me? "
Song Jinggong didn't even look at Zhou Xihu, looking at the autumn scenery outside the window threatening in disguise.
Zhou Xihu was really scared. Not only he was scared, but the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang was also scared, thinking that when so many restaurants in Sanshui County worked hard together, plus those nobles who were accustomed to eating vegetarian oil, it was still quite troublesome to question him. of.
Zhou Xihu discovered that he couldn’t use his power. He couldn’t sue the officials for issuing any maritime arrest documents. How much tax does the county charge less for selling oil to other places
"How about, Zhou Xihu, have you thought about it?" Song Jinggong asked.
The county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang felt that the people behind Song Jinggong were really powerful. After doing this, Song Jinggong had nothing to do. He collected the money, so how could he help out? Judging from the ink on the paper, it was written long ago. Really expect things first.
But now is not the time to talk about this, I still have to be a peacemaker, let's talk about something else.
"Xihu, it’s not the uncle who said you, you haven’t figured out if you are poisoned, so just go and find trouble with Zijin. This is not good. If you change someone, maybe you will be sued to the yamen. My uncle is not good at talking, so I don’t want to have a good talk with Zijin."
Zhou Xihu was worried about the consequences if things were discovered by his uncle. Seeing that the county magistrate was willing to help, he didn’t dare to ask for trouble. He was afraid that some people in the county who had already given official status would not be able to eat veggie oil. It's delicious, why should he make such a strategy.
The only thing I can do at this time is not to let Song Jinggong sell the oil to other places. He smiled and said, "Brother Zijin, I really can’t help but blame my brother for being cheated. I just thought. With so many people eating oil together, why only one person is sick? Jing Zijin only understood it after talking about it. Please forgive me, brother Zijin."
"It's easy to talk about, and you can know from this. Brother Zhou is also a loyal person. The past has been revealed. I think that Brother Zhou is very proud and must not be an ordinary generation. Song has a son in his hand that can change the color of sugar. If Brother Zhou is interested, Song is willing to jointly operate with Brother Zhou."
Seeing that the other party was soft, Song Jinggong followed the little boy's instructions and it was time to promise good things. While talking, he took out an oil paper bag from his sleeve, opened it gently, and placed it on the table.
"This is... sugar?" Zhou Xihu looked at the white thing in the paper, and looked at the county magistrate and asked uncertainly. He stretched out a finger and put it in his mouth, his eyes opened vigorously, "Sweet," It's really sugar, how do you make it like this?"
"Brother Zhou is right. This is sugar. This kind of sugar is different from the kind I used to eat. If it is tasted, this kind of sugar is better. If it is used as medicine, the original kind is needed. I don't know what Brother Zhou would like. Do this business?"
Song Jinggong asked with a smile on her face.
"Yes, of course I am willing, this business is good, the recipe, I did something before... Then what is it, Brother Zijin is willing to do business with me?"
Of course, Zhou Xihu understood how profitable it was to sell this item. He just wanted to agree, thinking that he would blackmail others before. Will they still do business with him at this time? I regret this in my heart.
"It’s wrong for Brother Zhou to say that. Brother Zhou didn’t know about it. He was deceived. I think Brother Zhou is so righteous and he will surely be able to do great things in the future. By then, I just want to flatter myself. Brother Zhou has some thoughts?" Song Jinggong said according to what the young master told him.
Zhou Xihu was in a state of excitement. The county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang watched and listened. The sweat was coming down. This was the man's method. The suppression in front was only a part of it. If you fight or pull, you can get it directly. A sixth-rank official's attention, he even used his seventh-rank magistrate, and it was easy to calculate.
The most terrifying thing is not this, but that person already knew it would be like this before. Doesn't he want to take this step when he sells vegetable oil? Otherwise, why not have a shop? Song Jinggong is in charge of two stores here. If you send a hundred taels of silver, you will get it. How about a few dozen taels of money to buy a store? The smaller the stall, the easier it is to be bullied.
What Cheng Lingxiang hopes most is to see the person behind Song Jinggong. He finally saw it with his own eyes. What is strategizing and winning thousands of miles away? What's more, that person thought of so many things. It must be hidden. The old man, sitting under the tree when he is okay, sipping the tea in his hand, looking into the distance, motionless like a mountain, moving like thunder.
Song Jinggong was also thinking about what the little son said, when the last thing was revealed, the surname Zhou was silly, and the county magistrate was restless, and it was unexpectedly taken by the little son.
Zhou Xihu really had no heart and lungs. He didn't think so much at all. Thinking that he would use this candy to make a lot of money in the future, so that his parents would praise him, especially his uncle, he felt that he was full of energy, and he grabbed a little sugar and stuck his mouth. .
"Zi Jin, tell me, how do you distribute the money?"
"Brother Zhou can divide as much as he wants. Even if Brother Zhou wants to be alone, I will give the recipe to Brother Zhou." Zhou Xihu asked quickly, and Song Jinggong answered neatly.
Zhou Xihu took two deep breaths and just about to speak, the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang suddenly interjected, "Xihu, thank you Zijin, this sugar will definitely not get less money in the future. It's better to just take five to five points. If you can't decide. , Then ask your uncle."
Cheng Lingxiang understands Zhou Xihu, he really dared to take other people’s recipes for nothing and earn all the money by himself. He really did that. It can be imagined that the people behind Song Jinggong will be disappointed and give up this path, let alone his. The county magistrate is here, and people may even give up with him.
Yes, give up. Don't look at him as a county magistrate, or be afraid of being given up by that kind of person. If there is that person, you can ask if you have something to do. If you give up, who else can you ask for
Song Jinggong laughed. He felt that his biggest decision in his life was to cross that bridge. Even if he had regretted the bridge, he really didn’t know what to say about the little boy. The little boy said, even if the surname is Zhou. If you don’t know the depth, the county magistrate will also help out loudly. What do people who follow such calculations want in this life
"Why is Zijin laughing?" Cheng Lingxiang wondered.
"My child... that person said, adults will do this." Song Jinggong seemed to have changed at this moment, from the inside out, with a reserved attitude and a straight body. The pride has penetrated from the outside to his bones.
Zhou Xihu didn't have time to think about what the two people were talking about, thinking about how he would become rich in the future, and said to the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang: "Uncle is right, I will go back and write to my uncle."
Then he turned his head and said, "Brother Zijin, I will go back today, and tomorrow I will invite Brother Zijin to the next Baiweige for a drink."
Waiting for Zhou Xihu to leave, the dishes came one after another. Song Jinggong picked up the chopsticks and said, "My lord, since the dishes are here, let’s eat them. ."