Author: That sour sugar

Chen Fan didn't know how much the Liu family's industry is. What she knows now is the fabric garment shop, pharmacy shop, and two high-profit industries. She doesn't know how much the land there is.

She wanted to go upstairs to take a look, but a guy was wise and was about to run over: "Girl, you can't go upstairs, everyone upstairs is full of distinguished guests."

I didn't see anyone just now, but now I'm running so fast?

Qin Zheng grabbed his collar and lifted him up: "There is a notice in your store saying who can't go upstairs?"

The guy was so scared that he stammered: "Aren't this all agreed upon?"

"Who told you that this is a convention? I have never seen other stores as sluggish as you do."

The guy is sarcastic: "Hurry up and put me down! Otherwise we're welcome!"

Qin Zheng swung his hand and the guy walked around the air.

"Can we go upstairs now?" Qin Zheng asked.

Two guys rushed down from the stairs and reached out to grab Qin Zheng. Qin Zheng kicked them away, and the guy in his hand was still holding it up.

The next moment, she put the guy down and didn't throw him down. But the guy didn't stand firm and sat on the ground, with a pool of water stains on his clothes.

The people in the store covered their noses one after another. They wanted to hide and glance there.

The concubine came down and stood on the stairs and condescendingly: "Who is here to be arrogant!"

Qin Zheng replied lightly: "This guy won't let us go upstairs."

"Do you know how expensive the things in this store are? How many common people want to go up the second floor?" The concubine stood so high, her face tilted upward twenty-five degrees.

"You are a concubine, who will give you a proud face here?" Qin Zheng's tone was still faint, but the concubine blushed with anger.

"My husband is the county magistrate!"

"Are you qualified to talk about your husband? Only his wife can talk about your husband."

"Why do I say that I am also from the county magistrate's office? Arrest them!" She shouted loudly and three people broke into the door.

"A servant or a yamen runner?" Chen Fan asked Zhang Ci.

"He dares not use yamen runners," said Zhang Ci.

The woman curled her lips and looked at Zhang Ci, her eyes lit up.

"Who is causing trouble here?" a fat servant who led the lead shouted.

Neither Zhang Ci nor Qin Zheng spoke.

The concubine's voice sounded sharply: "The three of them! Capture them!" The people in the store flashed to the wall.

Three people rushed over, and Qin Zheng defeated them alone.

Two yamen runners came in: "Who is causing trouble here?"

The fat servant pointed his hand: "They bully the wife."

The tall yamen runner glanced at the concubine: "How did they bully?"

"They beat the shop guys and kicked my servants."

“What’s the reason?”

"They broke upstairs." A guy shouted.

“Can’t they go upstairs?”

"What second floor is the common man going up to? The man is entertaining noble people." The man is confident.

"What kind of noble people are there upstairs now?"

"The county magistrate's wife is upstairs."

"Does a concubine dare to say that she is noble? She can be rewarded and given for sale." The yamen runner's words made the concubine blush again.

Another small yamen runner retorted: "She is the woman of the county magistrate. How much business she brought to this store? What is it that she is not a noble person?"

"It's all the money from Hualiu's family, and they really treat her as a scallion?"

"Be careful to annoy the adults." The little man reminded him.

"Old people love the people as much as their children, how can they tolerate bullying others by virtue of their power?"

Well, this tall hat is not easy to lift. The small yamen runner touched his head.

"I can't talk about the money from Hualiu family." The little man found the entry point. The big man cut and stopped talking.

Zhang Ci walked out the door, and a guy shouted: "Do you want to leave after hitting someone?"

"What do you want?" Qin Zheng looked at him.

"Will you not pay for the money after beating someone? The yamen runners are still here, is it reasonable to beat someone?"

"You can pay." Zhang Ci nodded.

Qin Zheng took out two flat gold ingots from his waist bag: "Is it enough to beat you to death and pay your family for money?"

The onlookers stared at the two gold ingots and looked straight.

"How much do you need to compensate after kicking you?" Qin Zheng asked again.

Look at me, look at you, no one says anything.

Qin Zheng took out another jade pendant: "Do you have this kind of jade in your store?"

The onlookers looked straight again.

Qin Zheng looked at the concubine: "You said we can't go upstairs?"

The concubine gasped quickly and did not speak.

"Who can you help invite a doctor?" Qin Zheng glanced at the audience.

"I, I!" a young man watching the fun at the door shouted.

Not long after, he came with an old doctor.

Qin Zheng bowed to the doctor: "Please ask this doctor to help them diagnose and treat them. How much is their injury? How many days of rest do they need to rest? How much does it need to be compensated for the medical expenses and dietary expenses? "

The doctor took their pulse one by one, lifted up their clothes to check their bodies. Everyone looked at him quietly, and saw him lifting his clothes to turn over his face, or crossed his fingers and covered his eyes.

After the doctor finished the diagnosis and treatment, he said, "None of these people were injured and did not delay work. If you want to make compensation, the girl can compensate you at your discretion."

"How much does their wages per day? I will pay for three days of wages, three days of meals, and frightened comfort fees. Do you think it's better to compensate?" Qin Zheng asked the audience.

"My man, you'll have to spend the whole day with twenty quotas a day." Someone said.

"A servant of Yang's family can be at most thirty cents a day."

"The money for meals is enough for three to five cents a day. It costs ten cents better, and then twenty cents better."

"What should they eat if they are not injured? They usually eat twenty cents a day?" Someone retorted.

"Each person costs 150 cents. Do you agree?" Qin Zheng asked those servants.

The crowd of onlookers said in unison: "Wow——"

"I just kicked and lost 150 cents! I'm willing to let her kick me," said several people.

"I've earned several days of wages." Someone said.

The fat servant was dissatisfied: "We were beaten! We were victimized!"

"Aren't you losing money? It's only 150 cents if you don't take medicine or stop work. It's so cost-effective." Everyone rushed back one after another.

Qin Zheng paid the doctor thirty cents for medical treatment, and the doctor thanked him repeatedly.

She also counted 150 cents to each of the beaten servants and put them one by one.

"Has the beating of you been resolved?" Qin Zheng asked.

A few people looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at the onlookers, and received the money. They could not argue with the onlookers even if they had any opinions.

"I've solved the problem of beating you. How do you solve the problem of our clothes wearing civilian clothes? We stopped my girl from letting her go upstairs?"

Those people were stunned.

"The common people of the Daxiang Dynasty are also the people of the Daxiang Law. Does the Daxiang Law say that you can look down on me? Can you stop me? Do you want to go to the county government to ask?" Qin Zheng asked three times in a row.

No one answered.
Chapter completed!