Chapter 208

Mrs. Qiu rushed out and rode on Mrs. Zhang's big fat bucket. She grabbed Mrs. Zhang's face.

"Ah ah... Kill, kill, help!" Mrs. Zhang desperately wriggled her fat body and waved her arms to catch Mrs. Qiu. She kept shouting: "you dead woman, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Looking at the two men fighting together, village head Wan was so angry that his beard was shaking: "pull them apart, pull them apart..."

Song Xintong also said to Da Ya who just came here: "protect mother-in-law Qiu quickly, don't let her be hit."

"..." village head Wan looks at Song Xintong. Is this a tug of war or a fight in the past?

After the two men were pulled apart, Mrs. Zhang's face was scratched: "you old man, you are protecting such a family. I don't know that you thought song Dashan was born by you!"

"I Pooh!" The autumn mother-in-law son vomited a mouthful of saliva toward the ground, "only you are so cruel, don't treat the birth as the birth, people are less than ten years old to drive people out of the house, if it wasn't for us a few old women don't have the heart to see, he is afraid to die early."

"I don't know what the bullshit Taoist priest was. He didn't kill you ten years ago, but later he killed you. I don't know if you, Mrs. Zhang, did something shameful and was discovered by Dashan. Otherwise, how could you have been so desperate and yelled to drive people away!"

"It's none of your business, my family's business is none of your business!" Mrs. Zhang dodged with a guilty heart, and then cried and scolded the same words as before: "how can I have such a bunch of broom stars? Are you not afraid of retribution? My old lady just wants to sell some sweet potatoes. What's wrong with me? Cuihua still can't move in the hospital. Please accept my sweet potatoes... "

Song Xintong hissed, hard not to change the move, right.

Several old men with crutches pointed to song Xintong: "song girl, don't do too much, God is watching! Even if the relationship is broken, it's still in the same village. We have to forgive others. Don't go too far! "

Song Xintong hates this kind of person who stands at the moral high ground and points at others. No matter whether you are an old man or an old woman, don't blame her for turning her face. She is about to speak, but she is pulled by Mrs. Qiu.

Song Xintong looks suspiciously at Mrs. Qiu. She shakes her head gently, indicating to her not to make trouble with some old masters, so as not to make it look bad in the end.

Wan village head also said: "Xintong, you know Zhang Cuihua broke her bone yesterday, and now she is still lying in the hospital. Although our village is not a village with the same family name, our ancestors came here together to escape from famine. The relationship is better than that of the village with the same family name. After decades and hundreds of years, it has developed so greatly."

"For the sake of the same village, let's take a step back. How about taking this sweet potato?" After a pause, village head Wan said, "your workshop has helped us so much in our village. Thank you and I'm willing to help you. If you are like this, I'm afraid it will chill our hearts."

Song Xintong calmly looked at village head Wan. He really stood and spoke without backache: "village head, as the saying goes, there is no square without rules. I have set the rules when I open a workshop. My uncles and aunts also agree. We work according to the rules, and we have nothing to say, right?"

"At the beginning, Zhang Cuihua, ye Guihua and a few other women scolded us so much and encouraged others not to sell sweet potatoes to us. In order not to be influenced by them, we broke our cooperation with them! Please note that it's not that we didn't accept their sweet potatoes at the beginning, but that their actions were too cold for us, so we decided not to accept them. "

After a pause, song Xintong said, "since this has been said, there is no reason to take it back."

"Village head, if you open your door to do business and others offend you, will you open your heart and continue to entertain them? Do they forgive them when they come here to splash and roll? If that's true, I'll go to your door and cry when I offend you. If I don't forgive you, I'll bring a group of people to force you to forgive me! " After Song Xintong said this, Wan village head and several old men's faces became very ugly.

Song Xintong turned his head and looked at Mrs. Zhang sitting on the ground. "Our gratitude and resentment with the Song family is not one or two days. It can be traced back to my father's ten years old. If you want to blame Zhang Cuihua, you have to blame her for what she planted and what she got."

"I don't know if you think I didn't chase you with a stick to beat and curse you, or what? Do you think I have a good temper? Think what I said was a joke? " Song Xintong looked at the women who said they would not accept sweet potatoes: "I don't beat people or curse people because I have good self-control. My mouth is not as dirty as yours!"

"I said not to accept, you don't stand to talk, no back pain!" Song Xintong coldly swept the crowd around: "you are also good at selling other sweet potatoes, if you don't want to sell them to me, you don't want to sell them. I can go to other places to buy them. But you, if I don't buy them, you don't want to make any money!"

"I'll leave it here today. If you have any complaints, I'm all ears!" Song Xintong pulled a chair to sit down and talked about the dark with them.

The people on the scene actually came to watch the excitement, but now the excitement will take away their income of more than ten taels of silver after autumn, so they will not want to see it again, and they will soon disperse in a crowd!

Several old men with crutches stamped their feet and turned their eyes with anger. They pointed to song Xintong's nose and said, "don't be too rampant!"

"I was still behind when I was rampant, and I don't know if several old people can still see it." Song Xintong snorted coldly, then looked at Mrs. Zhang, who was still sitting on the ground and was stupidly stunned: "Daya, drag her out, it's in my eyes!"

"Yes." Daya put Mrs. Zhang under her armpit, walked out of the workshop, threw them in the grass on the roadside, and then moved out two baskets of sweet potatoes, "dare to come to the door again, kill you!"

Wan village head looked at several respected old people who were also angry and ran away by song Xintong. His face was very ugly: "Song girls, they are old people in the village. They are most respected. You annoy them. If they trip you, I'm afraid it's not easy for you to do this workshop."

"Yes, Xintong." Mother Qiu also said, "that's what I mean by pulling you. If they do, I'm afraid few families in the village will be willing to help you with your work."