Chapter 107 They have good intentions, but they are not humble
At the meeting hall, a few people from Bishui Village were having a quarrel with a few people from Liujin Village.
Qiao Huaping walked in holding an umbrella.
Someone shouted, "Ms. Qiao is here!"
The villagers in Liujin Village subconsciously looked towards the door.
I saw Qiao Huaping shaking the umbrella out of the water and closing it with a "swish" movement, a clean and neat movement.
They all also stopped talking.
The people in Bishui Village had never seen how Qiao Huaping single-handedly killed almost half of the village, so naturally they didn't understand why the people in Liujin Village called Qiao Huaping over.
The leader, Mo Gensheng, was not very happy and said: "...Brother Guo, you are a scholar and a cultural person. We are talking about something. Can you please call a woman over?"
Guo Tailin came to take stock of supplies. His beard curled up in anger and he cursed: "Without this woman, you would still be in jail waiting to die!"
This was not the first time Mo Gensheng had heard similar words.
The last time he heard this, Mo Gensheng was very disapproving.
But after hearing this again this time, Mo Gensheng frowned and looked at Qiao Huaping.
——What does this mean?
Guo Tailin sneered coldly, and proudly puffed up his chest: "Ms. Qiao from our village, you outsiders naturally don't understand how powerful she is -"
When Guo Tailin said this, he suddenly realized that he had been arguing with Mo Gensheng and had forgotten to say hello to Qiao Huaping.
He hurriedly turned around and greeted Qiao Huaping: "Ms. Qiao, it's a bit embarrassing to trouble you to come over for this matter, but you can help us make an idea when you come - these people from Bishui Village, look.
They have some clothing materials that we transported from the village earlier and want us to give them to them."
Mo Gensheng said plausibly: "These materials originally belonged to our village, but they were robbed by these bandits! ...Besides, your village chief has also said that, but let us search first."
Guo Tailin turned red with anger and refuted: "What are you talking about! We had already transported these before the village chief spoke, and we plan to share them together when this is over!"
Mo Gensheng said: "Look, isn't this still divided? Isn't this a knot? It was originally our fabric, but now it returns to its original owner, isn't it okay?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand and asked someone to pull the cloth away.
This is obviously a rogue move.
Guo Tailin was so angry that he was speechless.
"Wait a minute." Qiao Huaping took a step forward and walked towards the pile of fabrics piled in the meeting hall. "You said these piles of fabrics were snatched by bandits from your villagers?"
Morgan's chest puffed up: "Of course!"
Qiao Huaping sneered, stepped forward and picked up one of the pieces of cloth: "The wrapping cloth stamp on the outside of this piece of cloth also has the official seal printed on it. It is obviously a piece of cloth sent to Beijing. Do you think this is from your village?...
Could it be that there are some thieves hiding in your village who dare to rob official confessions?"
Mo Gensheng's expression changed and he cursed in his heart. How could he have imagined that these cloths were official cloths robbed by bandit leaders?
He was about to say something, but Qiao Huaping had expected it and laughed again: "You want to say that you don't know? Then you know now, you can say it - since you swore that this batch of cloth is yours
The villagers must have recognized who these official cloths belong to. Come on, tell me, whose family these official cloths belong to?"
Mo Gensheng's face turned green, his expression changed several times, and he was speechless.
The other people in Bishui Village who had just made trouble with Mo Gensheng couldn't help but take a step back, with a look of shame on their faces.
When Qiao Huaping saw this, he sneered coldly: "Don't tell me? Think clearly. This is not reporting the truth, concealing it, and covering up! I'm sorry, when the rain stops tomorrow, you can come with me to the county government office."
Only then did Mo Gensheng panic, and he kept saying: "I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong! This is not the cloth of our village!"
Qiao Huaping held up the piece of cloth and shook it: "Are you really wrong? Take a closer look at the pattern -"
"You saw it wrong, you saw it wrong!" Mo Gensheng nodded hurriedly.
Other people in Bishui Village echoed incessantly, and they all cleared up the relationship very quickly.
Guo Tailin, a scholar, has a hard fist.
Qiao Huaping sneered and put the cloth down.
Mo Gensheng looked at the pile of cloth and felt really unwilling to do so. He gritted his teeth and said, "Since this is official cloth, how dare you take it?!"
Qiao Huaping glanced at Mo Gensheng: "You don't have to worry about this. The bandits in the Crouching Tiger Mountain Village were suppressed by our villagers. They are just old cloth. Why would the county magistrate embarrass us?"
They gave the county magistrate a huge amount of credit, but if the county magistrate knew something, he would not get in trouble with them.
What's more, for this kind of official cloth, as long as the official seal on the outside is removed, who knows what kind of cloth it is?
If Qiao Huaping hadn't glanced at the cloth transport truck that happened to be passing by the county government office when she was dealing with bandits at the county government office, she wouldn't have known that this pattern was the seal of the official cloth.
Mo Gensheng's teeth were itching with hatred, and he said angrily: "...your village has no shortage of these cloths, why are you so stingy?"
Several others echoed in unison.
Guo Tailin glared at him!
Sure enough, as Village Chief Lu said, these people in Bishui Village are just feeding unfamiliar white-eyed wolves!
They had previously thought that they would distribute some of these cloths to the people in Bishui Village so that they could wear some clothes, but they never expected that they had good intentions, but others had no intention of being humble!
Taking advantage of the fact that they had just suffered a big disaster, they insisted on claiming that these cloths were robbed by bandits from their village and wanted to take all the cloths away!
Fortunately, Mrs. Qiao was there and slapped them back!
Guo Tailin couldn't help but glare at those unconscious ones: "Stingy or not, what does it have to do with you?!"
"For those of you who are studying, don't you still have a saying that says, 'Without clothes, you can wear the same robe as your son?'" Mo Gensheng, who had been reading for several months, pulled the article and asked, "You just have the heart to eat and dress yourself well and look at us?"
You’re naked? Why are you reading the books of sages? Sages don’t want cruel and unfeeling people like you.”
Guo Tailin was so angry that he was shaking with anger after being told by Mo Gensheng again.
Qiao Huaping stood close to Guo Tailin, and helped Guo Tailin calm down, and said calmly: "Don't they have clothes where these bandits live? Don't you know how to get them?... It's just that you have evil intentions and want to occupy these.
Bubo, you have to slander and slander others? Do you really think that everyone else is a fool?"
The originally soft-hearted people in Liujin Village were slightly shaken by Mo Gensheng's words, but Qiao Huaping's words suddenly made them think about it.
That's right! Bandits usually wear clothes. With so many clothes, how can the people in Bishui Village be short of them?
They just want to covet these pieces of cloth!
Guo Tailin became even more angry: "Are you worthy of using a sage's book to criticize others?! Shameless villain!"
Everyone in Liujin Village looked at each other angrily!
Mo Gensheng's dark thoughts were directly poked by Qiao Huaping. He stared at Qiao Huaping fiercely, thinking that this stinky bitch had really ruined him once, twice, and three times!