"Wujiazhuang?"

Hearing this, not only Zong Jiyuan, but even He Qingyu was stunned, after all, they had just heard about this place from Mrs. Jin.

The two glanced at each other in unison, and Zong Jiyuan asked again,

"So, there's also a region being annexed here? It's just, why did Wujiazhuang come to find trouble with Cui Jiaji? ”

"That's what you're talking about,"

Speaking of this, Cui Zhan also looked irrepressibly angry,

"You say, apart from some poor people, what oil and water does this Cui family have to fish? It will even be annexed, and I don't know what the owner of Wujiazhuang thinks. ”

"It's not surprising,"

At this time, He Qingyu, who had been listening silently, chuckled and said,

"Presumably, if there are many annexed places, it will make people look up to them, regardless of whether he has oil and water to fish."

"yes,"

Hearing him say this, Zong Jiyuan couldn't help but nod and said,

"Brother Qingyu is not wrong at all, but for places where there is no oil and water, they generally won't come to harass them."

"It's true,"

Second Brother Yu, the owner of the rice stall, had already finished the food, and while bringing it over with a tray and putting it on the table the same way, he interjected,

"Those Zhuang Ding thugs in Wujiazhuang really rarely come to us, probably because the money extorted is not enough for them to run errands."

"That's fine,"

Zong Jiyuan looked at the food in front of him, although it was coarse tea and light rice, it was also simple and affordable, so he picked up the chopsticks and said to He Qingyu,

"Brother Qingyu, come and taste this real farmhouse meal, it is definitely a unique flavor, keep it as you like to eat."

"yes, then I'm really going to have a taste."

He Qingyu also said with a smile on his face.

The three of them sat here eating and chatting, originally looking at everything was calm, but at this time, six horses came running from the end of the street, Cui Zhan turned his head and looked, sneered and said,

"It turned out to be that kid, how could he come to our village."

"Who is it?"

Zong Jiyuan listened and asked curiously.

Cui Zhan glanced at the group of people who were getting closer and closer, and said,

"The leader is Ma Xiaofeng, the son of the head of Wujiazhuang, who relies on his father's power to loot everywhere all day long, but he rarely comes to us, what's wrong today."

"Don't you need to ask, you must have gone somewhere else to search and you want to go back to Zhuangzi and pass by us."

The second brother Yu picked up the road and delivered a plate of home-made pickles.

Zong Jiyuan tasted it, nodded and praised,

"It tastes really good."

said it, but his eyes had already fallen on the people who were following Ma Xiaofeng.

Of the other five, four of them were dressed in Zhuang Ding's clothes, except for one man in blue, and it could be seen from a distance that they were out of place with those people, both in terms of the posture of the horsemen and in their expressions and demeanors, and the most important thing was that the man looked familiar.

With this sense of familiarity, Zong Jiyuan's gaze locked on that person's body. However, in this way, this group of people all felt her gaze, especially that Ma Xiaofeng, probably because he had done too much to do things, and naturally he would be weak-hearted, and he was very uncomfortable when he was stared at, even if it was not him, this guy was also annoyed, and when he arrived at the food stall, he suddenly grabbed Ma and turned his head to look at him viciously.

Seeing him like this, Zong Jiyuan felt very funny, reached out and took a sip of a cup of hot water, still looking at their group.

At this time, the four Zhuang Ding, like their masters, also looked back at the three people sitting at the table, but only the man in blue who made Zong Jiyuan care very much did not look back.

After such a "contest between eyes" for a while, Ma Xiaofeng couldn't hold back and shouted,

"What are you looking at?!"

"Oh?"

Zong Jiyuan deliberately made a stunned look, and then he really shifted his gaze to him, and said in a slightly surprised tone,

"Yo, when did this add a few more people? I'm sorry, Xiaosheng, I just looked at the little yellow dog on the other side, and I didn't notice you. ”

A few words, everyone couldn't help but be happy, and He Qingyu couldn't hold it back, sprayed a mouthful of water on the ground, choked him and coughed constantly, Cui Zhan also seemed to join in the fun, while beating his back for him, while saying,

"Ouch, this son, you're choking."

"You ......"

Of course, Ma Xiaofeng was even more annoyed, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't compete for attention with a "little yellow dog", but he was unwilling to just forget it, he held back for a while, but he threw his anger on the stall owner Yu Erge,

"You, hey! Say you! It looks like your business is not bad, have you paid the occupation tax?! ”

"What kind of tax do you pay?"

Zong Jiyuan didn't want trouble to fall on this honest man, so he took over and said,

"His house hasn't opened this morning, and I met someone like me who doesn't pay for dinner, maybe there will be rip-offs next, how can you afford to pay taxes."

"You...... I said, who is you little?! Why don't you pay for food! ”

Ma Xiaofeng was brought by Zong Jiyuan, and he didn't know what to say.

Zong Jiyuan sneered and said,

"Even if some people can't beat the eight poles can come to collect taxes, of course I can eat without paying."

"Good, good, good!"

This Ma Xiaofeng was so angry that he jumped off his horse and said,

"Just say this to you, I won't ask them for this tax money today, I'll count everything on you!"

"Eh, you said it yourself!"

Zong Jiyuan patted the table after hearing this, pointed his finger at him again, and said in a very serious tone,

"Whoever doesn't talk is the grandson of that little yellow dog!"

"Who do you say is the dog grandson?!"

Ma Xiaofeng was about to be stunned by this, looking at his posture, he couldn't wait to rush over and fight with the other party to relieve his hatred.

But Zong Jiyuan laughed more and more annoyingly,

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the hurry, and no one is robbing you, if you want to be a 'dog grandson', just talk and don't talk about it!"

"You—Good! I'm going to take money from you today, sir! I can't take out ten taels of silver, I'm not done with you! ”

This Ma Xiaofeng's name is not wrong at all, he is really "crazy" when he talks about it, and he is ten taels of silver as soon as he opens his mouth.

Zong Jiyuan naturally wouldn't be afraid of him, glanced at his angry look, and said with a smile,

"If you want to talk about silver, I really have it with me, and I have brought a lot of it, but why should I give it to you? It's no fun to give you the money for no reason, don't you think? Let's have a good fight, and if we lose, we will give ten taels of silver to the winner, what do you think of this idea? ”