Zhang Jiarui was a scholar, so he didn't argue with Cui'er. After calming down his anger, he sneered, "Whoever is talking nonsense is clear to everyone present."
"Sorry, I really don't know. When I was first in charge of the family business, I didn't dare to make a big change, so the Zhu family's rented children were paid 50% according to the rules set by my father for the first three years. Two months ago, I changed it to 30%. After seeing the bad years, I simply waived it. I still have the account book to check, little brother, since you say that, there must be some misunderstanding." Zhou Yun Sheng spoke slowly.
Zhang Jiarui sneered, "There is no misunderstanding. Until yesterday, Zhu Laosi went to my house to urge rent. Sixty percent of the food is not less than one percent."
Zhou Yun Sheng's face was gloomy and terrifying after hearing this, and he looked straight at one of the young nursing homes. This nursing home is none other than Zhu Fushun, the son of Zhu Laosi. He originally wanted to hide with his father and go back to his hometown, but he didn't expect the owner to follow him up the mountain. Zhu Laosi left him in order to show his loyalty.
Ever since Zhu Ziyu was in charge of the family, the fourth Zhu has been greedy for the property of the Zhu family, raising Zhu Fushun to be very fat, and looking more like the young master of the landlord's family than Zhu Ziyu.
However, he looked like a pig on the outside, but he was as timid as a mouse on the inside. Zhu Ziyu glared at him, and he was surrounded by several other guards. He held a steel knife around his neck, and was instantly paralyzed as soft as mud. He knelt down while wiping tears and kowtow. The tongue seems to be in a knot, and it is impossible to say anything.
Zhou Yunsheng pointed at him and said, "This is Zhu Laosi's son, 60% of the rent is a matter of rent, I really don't know, when the rogues retreat, I will take him to confront Zhu Laosi, and I will definitely give the villagers one. explain."
He didn't say much, but the people present already knew that there must be something tricky about it. Zhu Ziyu only got 30% of the rent, but Zhu Laosi took 60% of the rent. Where did the 30% of the difference go? The answer is self-evident.
Zhou Yun Sheng paused, then said, "Furthermore, even when my father was in the Zhu family, they only charged 50% of the rent, and never received 60% of the rent. Among them, 10% was deducted, and whoever ate it, I must pay for it. Let whoever spit it out and return it to everyone."
His expression was gloomy and his tone was ruthless, making Zhang Shulin believe it by eight or nine points. Qin Ce gave him a deep look, then lowered his eyes and stared at the fire, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhang Jiarui's personality is extreme, and it is difficult to change who has a bad feeling towards him. He sneered, "It's not up to you to decide how much the rent is charged? If you cause people's grievances, you push someone out to take the blame for you. After all, it's your family's slave. It's up to you to decide whether to live or die. That Zhu Laosi has been a tiger for so many years, he certainly never thought that there would be a day when all the birds would hide their bows. How sad."
Boy, you are the truth. Zhou Yunsheng gave Zhang Jiarui a thumbs up in his heart, but his expression was very gloomy, and he said firmly, "I, Zhu Ziyu, don't think I'm a good person, but I'm not a bad person, so I can't do things like fish and meat villagers. I dare to swear to God, if If I really instigated Zhu Laosi to exploit the villagers, he would be struck by thunder and not be able to die, and after he died, he would go straight to the eighteenth hell and never be reincarnated!"
The ancients believed in fate, and even dared to make such a poisonous oath. Zhang Jiarui had nothing to say, Cui'er and Lu were so angry that tears came out, and they could not wait for the nursing home to drive these aggressive guys out.
Qin Ce suddenly broke the thick firewood in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "I swear not to mess with your hair, whatever you say I... we all believe it." After a pause, he was able to add the word 'we', which sounded quite Somewhat unnatural.
Zhou Yun Sheng lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, obviously in a bad mood.
Zhang Jiarui was even more unhappy than him, and criticized, "Let's not mention the renting child for the time being. It's always an indisputable fact that you robbed my family's secret recipe, right?"
Zhou Yun Sheng had long been annoyed by his aggressiveness, and this time he spoke without mercy, "I have a very sensitive taste, so I don't need to ask you for a secret recipe, I can understand the cooking method after eating it once, why should I ask Zhu Laosi to snatch it up again? Why not do this? Zhu Laosi was greedy, so he did that bad thing in my name. He wanted to pass the recipe to me to ask for credit, but I refuted it and asked him to return it in time. He didn't return it, and it has nothing to do with me, Zhu Ziyu. I have a debt and a debt. If you want to find fault, don't come to me. To tell you the truth, I really don't like that preserved egg, but its taste and appearance are unique. If you eat too much, it is very harmful to the human body, comparable to poison.”
The amount of information in his words was too large. Zhang Jiarui didn't know which one to question for a while. It took a long time before he shouted with a red face, "What nonsense are you talking about, how can my preserved eggs be poisonous?"
"You don't know if there is any poison?" The beautiful peach blossom eyes stared straight at Zhang Shulin.
No, the ancients even knew that preserved eggs could not be eaten too much? Zhang Shulin felt a little guilty, but he naturally brought it out on his face. If Qin Ce felt something, his eyes darkened.
Zhang Jiarui looked at his brother and then at Zhou Yunsheng, his already red face was about to shed blood.
Zhou Yun Sheng didn't want to make the Zhang family feel better, and continued, "Preserved eggs are made by mixing soda ash, lime, salt, and yellow dan powder in a certain proportion, plus mud and bran wrapped around the duck eggs, and marinated after fifteen or six days. Powder is a traditional Chinese medicine, pungent, salty, cold, poisonous, mainly for carbuncle, ulcer, golden sore bleeding, mouth sore, nebula, burns from soup fire, convulsion, madness, malaria, dysentery, vomiting and nausea. Appropriate amount can cure disease, overdose It will stay in the liver, lungs, kidneys, and brain, causing nausea, vomiting, headache, dizziness, abdominal pain, diarrhea and other symptoms, especially for children, if they eat too much, not only will their teeth not grow well, but their bones will easily break, which can be called endless harm. How could I, Zhu Ziyu, sell something like this?"
It means that the Zhang family knew they were poisonous and sold it, and all they made was black money.
Zhang Shi's husband saw what he said so firmly, he had already believed it ten percent, and looked at Zhang Shulin with disbelief. Zhang Shulin's face is now the same as Zhang Jiarui's. It's bright red, and there is still some tingling. It seems that he has been slapped dozens of times, and it is both uncomfortable and ashamed.
Of course he knows why you can't eat more preserved eggs. Thinking that everyone doesn't eat it every day, it's not very harmful, and there's no need to say it to affect the business. Right now, Zhou Yunsheng pierced it, as if he deliberately hurt others, even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn't tell.
After hesitating for a while, he said loudly, "I don't even know what the owner said about it. Fortunately, my family is not selling it now."
How could Qin Ce not see that he was lying, and his brows furrowed immediately.
Zhang Jiarui immediately responded, "Yes, my family has long stopped selling preserved eggs. Instead, your Zhu family opened a shop in the county town to sell preserved eggs."
"Shit, whose shop is that?" Zhou Yun Sheng ignored Zhang Jiarui and stabbed Zhu Fushun on Zhu Fushun's butt with a red-hot stick.
Zhu Fushun cried bitterly, "Master, please forgive me, that shop belongs to my father, and my father detained the recipe privately. When I go back, I will immediately ask my father to return the shop and the money."
"Forget it, you are a fish and meat villager, and you are greedy for the property of the master's family. You should take that shop and money to clear the government, maybe you will let your father get off lightly."
This is not intended to be private, but to sue the official. Zhu Fushun was so frightened that he rushed over to kowtow and begged for mercy, but was knocked out by Qin Ce's bullet.
Zhang Jiarui had nothing to say, and was very unwilling, but Cui'er opened the package, took out a box of chopped shredded chicken with a strange taste for everyone to eat, and said with a smile, "This is my young master who has eaten your home's lo-mei. You can try the improved ones later. My young master has already said that it doesn't matter if you eat a little preserved egg occasionally, but you can't eat more. If you know it, you should tell everyone earlier."
The rich aroma instantly filled the cave, making the already hungry people salivate. Qin Ce's attribute is to attack the loyal dog, so he couldn't help but twitch it, and his dark eyes radiated light.
Put sesame paste, sugar, vinegar, chili oil, pepper powder, sesame oil, fine salt and other seasonings together in a bowl and mix evenly, pour it on the crispy and soft chicken shreds, and finally sprinkle with cooked sesame seeds, not to mention the taste, light that The golden red color makes people greedy. The meat is fresh and tender after the entrance. It is salty, sweet, numb, spicy, sour, and fragrant.
"This craftsmanship is comparable to that of a royal chef, but the Zhang family's shredded chicken is far worse." Qin Ce commented in a fair way.
After trying one by one, the Zhang family's complexion changed from red, white, white, blue, blue, purple, and purple, and it looked wonderful.
Zhou Yun Sheng squinted at Qin Ce and grinned, "Have you ever eaten a royal banquet?"
Qin Ce hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "No, it's just an analogy." Then he quickly glanced at the young man's gorgeous face, lowered his head and thought to himself: Although the chicken shreds with a strange taste are good, they are not as good as the peach blossom eyes that Ziyu squinted over. more wonderful.
Zhou Yun Sheng no longer looked at him, and instead stared at the brothers Zhang Jiarui and Zhang Shulin, and said word by word, "I'm an old eater, and my tongue is especially sharp. As long as it's delicious, after eating it once, you can understand the essence of its cooking, and it can be improved. I have a single nature, and I would rather enjoy myself than sell it to outsiders. You sell yours, I eat mine, and no one is in the way. If I really wanted to make things difficult for you, I would have cut off your financial path long ago. To be honest, your Zhang family's lo-mei and hot pot are actually mediocre, only better than a fresh one, not so rare that I, Zhu Ziyu, have to force and snatch it."
After he finished speaking, he paused slightly, admiring the embarrassed expressions of the six members of the Zhang family, and immediately took out a white handkerchief from his arms, picked up a half-burned wooden stick and destroyed it, and wrote a brand new recipe for marinade. He handed it over, "Zhu Laosi is a servant of my family. He robbed you of the secret recipe. Although it has nothing to do with me, after all, I am not strict. This recipe is the one that I am most satisfied with after adjusting it several times. You can take it back. It can be regarded as compensation. If I see me in the future, if I still have this yin and yang face, I will not be as polite as I am now. People respect me one foot, I respect others ten feet, and people owe me one cent, I will have to pay a hundred times a thousand times. Come back, I, Zhu Ziyu, are such a person."
Throwing the handkerchief over, he squinted slightly, a bit of arrogance in his lazy expression.
Zhang Jiarui was very smart and knew how much benefit this secret recipe would bring to the Zhang family, so he endured the pain of being slapped in the face and reached out to pick it up, but was stopped by Zhang Shulin. He held the handkerchief in both hands and handed it back, murmured, "We misunderstood the owner. You are not wrong, but we have wronged a good person. We don't dare to ask for this formula, you can take it back."
Seeing that Zhu Ziyu was sitting still, he handed it to Cui Er. Cui'er didn't want to take advantage of the Zhang family, so she immediately took it back.
Zhou Yun Sheng tapped him with a wooden stick, and sneered, "Hypocritical."
There is also a well-known interpretation of this sentence in modern times - a bitch is hypocritical. Zhang Shulin was not sure if he meant that, thinking that he should not be an ancient person, so he smiled awkwardly.
After a series of slaps in the face, his sense of superiority as a modern man has long since disappeared.