Xiaobao picked up a piece of mud on the ground and threw it towards Jinshan, "What a thief! You say other people are thieves, but you are the thief yourself. You even climbed over the wall of our backyard. To be honest, do you want to steal from our house? vegetable?"
Jin Shan looked at the direction the mud was coming from, and wanted to avoid it, but the mud seemed to have eyes, so he couldn't dodge at all, and his face was covered in mud.
The nose, eyes and mouth are gone.
Everyone laughed loudly, even Master Lizheng didn't say a word.
Jin Shan wiped the mud off his face and cursed, "You little bastard from outside, are you looking for death?"
This time Xiaobao didn't need to do anything, Xiaobao gave him a wink, and several other members of Xiaobao's brother group followed Xiaobao's example, picking up mud from the ground, and smashing the golden mountain all over their bodies.
Jinshan was very embarrassed.
"Lord Lizheng, even if their family grows vegetables well, the rice noodles and the like must be out of date!"
Huan Qingyan glanced at him, and Jin Shan lowered his head with guilt.
Huan Qingyan led them to the warehouse in the backyard again.
The warehouse is very clean and dry without any peculiar smell.
There are wooden shelves and tables on the walls on both sides, and dozens of bags of rice and flour are piled on the shelves.
The old man in Lizheng checked it, and it was very fresh.
The rice grains are plump, firm, white in color, crystal clear, and has a unique fragrance of green leaves.
The flour is also white and fine like milk fat, completely loose and not sticky at all. When you pick it up with your fingers, you can't feel the friction of the particles at all. It is the best noodles.
Huan smiled and said, "This is all the flour and rice we bought when we first moved to Wuming Town. It has been more than three months now, and we have kept them in good condition. There should be no problem. What do you think?"
Lord Lizheng nodded repeatedly, these flour and rice were much better than what he usually saw.
As for the fact that it was more than three months ago, he couldn't tell at all, and it's not unusual for ordinary rice noodles to be stored for a year.
"It's absolutely fine, it can be used for a year. Well, today is the old man who is too credulous and abrupt. I am here to apologize to you and your wife."
Everyone is also chattering.
"Have you seen, the vegetables grown by the big sister and these high-quality flour and rice, give me the feeling that those foods are more delicious."
"Yes, yes, no wonder it's so delicious, it's no wonder it's not tasty with such good materials."
"Jinshan, this guy, doesn't care about others at all. Maybe it's because the big sister's store has robbed his business. Why is this guy so narrow-minded?"
"Relying on his sister's relationship, his family has always been domineering."
Master Lizheng's face was not good-looking when he heard everyone say this, Jin Shan was using him as a weapon invisibly.
He glared at Jin Shan angrily, flicked his sleeves, turned and left.
Jin Shan couldn't stay any longer, and each of the Xiaobao Brothers threw him a ball of mud, which was enough for him.
He tried to grab one of the kids and beat him up, but the parents were there.
His parents also went into battle, picked up mud and paste it on his body, and he was no match for four hands with two fists.
Adults and children besieged him together, so he had no choice but to follow Master Lizheng's buttocks and run away.
Huan Qingyan sent everyone out of the courtyard and came to the gate.
Jin Shan, covered in mud all over, was at the corner of the street with his daughter-in-law. The two were chatting and discussing something.