When it got light, Brother Jin had already finished sweeping the street gates, humming a ditty and sprinkling water.

"Brother, I'm in a good mood today."

The old man who looked after the neighborhood said with a smile.

Brother Jin grinned at him and went in happily.

The yard is still very quiet, and the smell of food comes from the kitchen, as always, but no matter how you look at it, you feel that the sky is bluer, the trees are greener, and there is spirit everywhere.

"Brother Jin..."

Someone called softly outside the door.

Brother Jin looked back and was startled.

A big fat face stood in front of the door. He seemed to be smiling, but his eyes immediately disappeared.

"Who are you?" Brother Jin shouted.

"I am Mr. Zhou..." Mr. Zhou said.

Master Zhou?

Brother Jin looked at him in disbelief, looking up and down.

"We haven't seen each other for a day, why have you become so fat?" Brother Jin shouted in surprise.

Damn this kid, is this fat? This is bloated!

Mr. Zhou looked embarrassed, but no one could tell.

"Is your wife up?" he asked.

"What are you doing with my wife? You want to rob my wife..." Brother Jin shouted.

Before he could finish his words, the fat-faced Mr. Zhou rushed towards him and covered his mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense." He shouted repeatedly, with a bit of panic.

Brother Jin was so covered that he almost lost his breath and finally broke free.

"Who is this? Breaking in and killing people early in the morning?"

The maid who walked out of the hall said, looking at Brother Jin who was coughing repeatedly, and then looking at Master Zhou, she didn't recognize him at first glance.

You can see it from the sky! Come here to kill people! Even if you give him ten more courages, you wouldn’t dare!

Mr. Zhou shouted in his heart and looked towards the hall.

Beyond the maid, a woman stood in the hall, wearing an autumn shirt with plain flowers and a satin dress with gold trim, looking over with a serious look.

With just this glance, Mr. Zhou's whole body softened.

"Jiao Jiao'er..." he shouted, covering his face and sitting on the ground, "This is all a misunderstanding..."

Banqin laid out the food, looked at it carefully for a moment, then sprinkled some chopped sesame seeds on the porridge, then picked it up and headed to the hall with satisfaction.

Mr. Zhou was still sitting in the yard, crying with snot and tears.

"...I really do it for you. You are sick and I feel worried. I just want to guard your store for you..."

"...I am wholeheartedly for you, I can't trust these people..."

"... Your aunt also wants to take you back so that she can serve you... You can't just listen to others and just hate us..."

Banqin knelt down and pushed the food over.

The maid picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Cheng Jiaoniang.

Mr. Zhou's repeated crying in the yard has become quieter.

"That's very good." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at him, "You did this for me, how could I hate you."

very good?

Irony! This is irony!

"Jiaojiaoer." Mr. Zhou said, "We are really here for you."

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"Well, that's not good," she said.

"Jiaojiao'er, then, please be so noble and spare my life and your aunt's life." Mr. Zhou tentatively begged.

"Why do I want your lives?" Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said.

"Jiaojiaoer, please be kind and generous and help us solve our problem. Your aunt is about to die..." Mr. Zhou said with tears.

It turns out that Mrs. Zhou broke her head and went home with a high fever, talking nonsense. Mr. Zhou almost choked on tea at Shenxianju and returned home with a swollen face. Although he can still walk now, he still has a swollen face.

I feel like it won’t be long before I’m like Mrs. Zhou.

After hearing what he said, the maid and Banqin were stunned and immediately laughed.

"Master Zhou, you are scaring yourself." The maid said, "Our wife just woke up at that time, and she just met Mrs. Zhou once, and she ran away, and you didn't even see her. How can you blame her?

To my wife?"

"No blame, no blame." Mr. Zhou was so frightened that he waved his hands, "Jiao Jiaoer, we have no blame, we just ask you to be more generous..."

"Oh, you'd better go find a doctor quickly." The maid scoffed.

They are not sick, what does this little girl know!

Mr. Zhou raised his head and looked at the woman sitting peacefully in the hall, his intestines turned green with regret, how could he forget it?

Why have you forgotten the fate of those who go against this woman?

In an instant, the fate of those people flashed through his mind like a revolving door. Those who were shot to death, those who were forced to hang to death, those who were angered to death, those who were burned to death by fire from the sky and chopped to death, those whose futures were ruined, and

The most terrible thing is that she ruined so many people's fortunes, but she didn't get a drop of blood on her hands.

Whoever offends her or blocks her way will have a good end!

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou felt that his head and face began to swell again.

"Jiaojiaoer, what a lesson to heaven and earth, I really did this for you." He cried with tears, "Just think about it, you are so sick, how can no one take care of this store?

Can you let a few slaves take care of it? Jiaojiaoer, our Zhou family is not short of money. The dowry I gave to your mother was enough to support half of the Cheng family. I really do it for you. You are no longer here. I am you.

Uncle, if I don’t watch over you, who else can help you?”

He said and pointed at the maid.

"You girl, please think about it with your conscience. Are the things you said about me true?"

The maid chuckled.

"Madam." She turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang, "You are so kind. I haven't had time to tell you that during your illness, my uncle and the fourth son came to the store to help. It's really..."

She said and looked at Mr. Zhou with a smile.

"...It's really hard for them..."

What?

Haven't had time to say yet?

Mr. Zhou was stunned.

He...he doesn't believe it!

Otherwise, how could the couple be so sick that they were dying? They must have been drugged by this woman! At the moment when Mrs. Zhou came to carry her back, when she was having tea in Shenxianju! Yes, that's right, it must be so.

, this woman must be on guard!

"Jiaojiaoer, we are really here for you!" Mr. Zhou raised his hands and beat his chest again and shouted.

Cheng Jiaoniang put down her chopsticks.

"Uncle, what exactly do you want me to do?" she said.

"Jiaojiao'er, please save my life and your aunt's life." Mr. Zhou raised his head and begged with tears.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him for a moment.

"Although I am uncle, I still cannot break the rules of medical treatment." She said, "Your illness is not fatal, so I cannot treat it."

Mr. Zhou was even more convinced, look, look, just like Liu Xiaoli!

She was in a desperate situation, but she didn't need to save her. Once the rules were set, no one could do anything to her if she didn't save her!

"Jiaojiao!" Mr. Zhou stood up and took a few steps forward, "Jiaojiao, I really do it for you. Please let us live."

Cheng Jiaoniang frowned.

"Hey, madam, are you frowning?" The maid on the side couldn't help shouting in surprise.

frown?

Cheng Jiaoniang wrinkled again.

"Really, really." Banqin also came over to watch and shouted happily.
To be continued...