Because of his rush to work, Ruan Mingzi promised double the wages, and the final payment was quite considerable.

Ruan Mingzi paid the final payment with the silver notes without blinking, which made the cloth shopkeeper's favorable impression of her rise a little further.

Fifty cotton coats were stacked in one place, which was quite impressive. They almost filled the carriages of the cloth shop and couldn't sit in. Ruan Mingzi and the others simply followed behind and walked.

Because the road was slippery on the snow, the coachman didn't dare to hurry up, so the carriage slowly walked towards the courtyard with Ruan Mingzi and the others.

When I arrived at the alley, it was snowing today and the weather was cold. The alley was quiet and no one came out.

The wheels of the carriage were crushing the falling snow on the stone road in the alley. Soon, they stopped steadily in front of the courtyard.

The small yard is locked as always.

Ruan Mingzi walked forward. Before he could reach out to knock on the door, Ajiao had already turned his face coldly and reached out to stop Ruan Mingzi.

Ruan Mingzi felt a thrill in her heart.

She knew that Ajiao never aimlessly.

Something must have happened.

"What's wrong, step back." Ajiao whispered.

Ruan Mingzi took a few steps back as he spoke, subconsciously touching the drug in his arms.

The horse seemed to feel the atmosphere, and sniffed.

Perhaps it was because the horse's movement was too obvious, and the dilapidated courtyard door was suddenly opened from the inside.

More than a dozen domestic slaves with swords rushed out and surrounded Ruan Mingzi, Ajiao and others, as well as the carriage drivers.

The coachman had never encountered such a scene. When he saw the family slaves' dress, his knees were weak, and he almost fell down and shouted tremblingly: "My uncles of the Cheng family, I am just a delivery guy, I don't know anything!"

From the Cheng family.

Ruan Mingzi knew it.

Anger and anxiety that could not be suppressed in her heart rose, but she knew that she had to be calm and calm at this moment.

She wrapped herself in a hood and showed a little panic: "Who are you? How could you be here?"

The head servant holding a knife had three pockmarks on his face, and black hair was growing on the pockmarks. He looked a little vulgar and a little ferocious.

He spat on the ground, "Who are you? What are you doing here!"

The tone is fierce.

Ruan Mingzi rushed to Ajiao and hugged Ajiao's arm, looking like a little girl was frightened: "Brother, they are so scary! I'm so scary! Aren't we just sending cotton coats to the children for our aunt? What are they doing?"

Ajiao was a little stiff all over. He raised his hand and touched Ruan Mingzi's soft hair, trying his best to look like a normal brother.

The man with three black hairy squids on his face looked at the brother and sister in front of him suspiciously, and said in a rough voice: "You, take off your hood!"

The man saw the girl opposite pouting bright red lips, and muttered something in dissatisfaction, but he stretched out his small hand from the sleeve of the cloak to pull the collar and lifted the hood.

Showing a fascinating face.

The white snow sets off the girl's jade-like face, as bright as a blooming flower.

Many people were stunned and took a breath.

A few servants met Ruan Mingzi on the street yesterday and immediately remembered: "It's you!"

Ruan Mingzi showed an innocent and aggrieved smile: "It's me, what's wrong? I remember you, didn't you check me yesterday? Why are you here again today?"

The man in charge, with three black hairy pockmarks on his face, took out a portrait from his arms, spread it out and looked up at the girl in front of him. Seeing that she had no similarities with the woman in the portrait, her face slowly slowed down, but she was still waiting for it and did not relax at all: "What are you doing here?!"

He pointed at the carriage behind Ruan Mingzi with a knife: "What's in the carriage!"

Ruan Mingzi looked like a naive and ignorant lady: "My aunt told me two days ago that there were some lonely and helpless poor children here. She ordered fifty cotton coats, and I came to send them here."

She lifted the curtain on the carriage, revealing fifty-shaped cotton coats piled up in the carriage.

The man with three black hairy pockmarks on his face frowned and said in a rough voice: "Okay, that's it. Leave quickly and don't block our Cheng family from doing business!"

When the coachman heard this, he was like a general amnesty and climbed onto the carriage.

But Ruan Mingzi reached out to stop him: "Wait!"

The coachman looked at Ruan Mingzi with a panic on his face.

Ruan Mingzi didn't look at him, but frowned and looked behind the person with three black hairy pockmarks on his face, with innocence in his words: "What are you here to do? I'm here to deliver cotton coats for my aunt. Can you let me send them in?"

The man with three black hairy pockmarks on his face spitted heavily on the ground. He said angrily: "A group of gutter bugs that should have been damn long ago, what cotton coats are they for?!"

Anger flashed in Ruan Mingzi's eyes.

But she covered up very well and did not show any signs on her face.

"Why?" Ruan Mingzi took out a ignorant nonsense, "I spent all the money, I spent a lot of money. I can't waste this money in vain."

The man with three black hairy pockmarks on his face sneered: "I don't know when the smelly mouse will die. What should I do when I put on this cotton coat? Wasting! I can't die in a while-"

After hearing what this person said, Ruan Mingzi felt a sense of bad feeling.

At this moment, a servant with a knife next to him came forward and whispered a few words. Ruan Mingzi's hearing was not as obvious as Ajiao. She didn't hear anything clearly, only heard four words-

The time is here.

But when he saw the man with three black hairy pockmarks on his face suddenly smiled grimly and waved his hand, "Bring it here!"

A ragged child was taken out of the house like a chicken.

The child was very thin and kept kicking his feet, but was slapped by the person who carried her. He said fiercely: "Be honest! Otherwise, you can kill those smaller ones first!"

Xiao Shi's face was beaten to the side. It seemed that it hurt so much that he didn't dare to struggle anymore.

Ruan Mingzi's pupils slightly curled up.

The child had two braids on his head, and his obsidian-like eyes were filled with tears.

Who is it if it’s not Xiao Shi?!

The vicious servant carried Xiao Shi outside like a little chicken and said respectfully: "Brother Ma San, bring him here."

The man with three black pockmarks on his face said "um", looked up and down, and said disgusted: "Well, just let her!"

He glanced at Ruan Mingzi sideways and sneered coldly: "Go away quickly, the Cheng family will do their business, don't get in the way!"
Chapter completed!