"Rice bucket!"

Song Yuanwai knew that the person had not been caught, so he smashed the tea cup in his hand on the ground with a bang.

The broken porcelain was scattered at Song Xiang's feet, and he was so frightened that he threw himself on the ground and shouted injustice:

"Master, it's not that the little ones are unreliable, it's really Qian Duo's stinky girl who is cunning and treacherous."

"You see she beat me, her eyes are swollen."

Song Yuanwai took a closer look, led by Song Xiang, all of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and they were covered with colors.

He was even more angry, and walked over and knocked Song Xiang on the head: "I was beaten into a pig's head by a girl, you are embarrassed to say, you are embarrassed to say!" ”

Song Xiang didn't dare to hide, and screamed in pain: "No, it's not that she fights alone." ”

"On the way, I met a group of people meddling in things, and when I saw injustice on the road, I drew a knife to help."

“……”

Song Yuanwai was so angry that he pointed at Song Xiang and the others and said nothing.

What's uneven? What helps?

Is he a bad person, is he doing bad things?

Is this how "the road is uneven and draws a knife to help"?

Song Yuan twisted the Buddha beads outside, and Amitabha Buddha suppressed the air for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

He asked: "Who else in Yungang Town doesn't know your bitter gourd face, and who doesn't have long eyes...... Have a finger in the pie? ”

Song Xiang was also stunned when he was asked like this, tilting his head and thinking for a long time.

Yungang Town is too small, and he has not been harmed anywhere in ten miles and eight villages, so he is sure that he has never seen those people.

"Xu is from a foreign country, so I don't know each other." Song Xiang was excited, opened the wound at the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly endured the pain to cover it.

Song Yuanwai kicked him: "Fart! ”

"What kind of traffic artery is Yungang Town, and what about a wealthy town?"

"I don't see outsiders coming for a year and a half in the past, why can you meet a few today, and you are still young and strong, and you are bruised all over your body?"

Song Xiang's brain was stuck: "That...... So, why exactly? ”

Song Yuanwai pondered for a moment: "You said just now that she bumped into the Mo family?" ”

Song Xiang didn't recognize it at the time, but remembered it on the way back.

In addition to Mo Chen in Yungang Town, who has the bearing of that beautiful scenery?

"That's right, he also dragged people away, that little hand, tsk."

"I don't know, I thought there were two people."

Song Xiang saw Mo Chen pulling Qian Duo away, and he didn't know if he pulled his hand, anyway, it didn't prevent him from adding fuel and framing him:

"Maybe, those people who beat us up are Mo Chen's people!"

Mo Chen stays in the courtyard all day long, and he doesn't come out to socialize, and he doesn't go to other rich people's posts.

Song Xiang didn't know what the specific situation was in the courtyard, and he didn't inquire about it.

But just like Song Yuanwai said, how could it be so coincidental that when they met Mo Chen, they were beaten?

Song Xiang hugged Song Yuanwai's thigh: "Master, these two people hook up together, rob you of business, bad your good deeds, and beat your people, I can't swallow this breath." ”

Even if he doesn't sue the black, Song Yuan can't be spared.

His people were beaten up on the street, what did the rest of Yungang Town think?

If you don't get back to the field, you will all learn from the black hands, will Song Yuanwai still mix here?

This breath must not be swallowed.

But how to do it, it will take two more days to wait for Mo Chen's true identity to be determined.

Song Yuanwai didn't wait long, and after three or four days in the blink of an eye, he went to the state capital to ask about the third uncle's letter, and there was a reply.

When he took it apart, he was immediately overjoyed, and asked people to quickly call Song Xiang over.

"Sir." The wound on Song Xiang's face had not yet subsided, and he was smeared with plaster like a fat eggplant.

Song Yuanwai almost fell off his seat in fright when he saw it, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Stand opposite, stay away from me." ”

Song Xiang obediently stood three meters away, nodded and bowed: "Master, what are you doing with the little one?" ”

"The third old lady has a letter." Song Yuanwai raised the letter in his hand: "The one in the town, fake!" ”

Song Xiang was stunned: "Really? ”

"Fake, the Mo family doesn't have the rules of sending their children to start from scratch at all!" Song Yuanwai rolled his eyes: "Now, see if I don't turn him over!" ”

Song Xiang hurriedly lowered his head and listened solemnly.

He's just a thug, listen, there is definitely not as much bad water in his stomach as Song Yuanwai.

Sure enough, Song Yuanwai did not disappoint: "I heard that the woman you robbed hanged herself?" ”

"Yes, it's very unlucky!" Song Xiang was angry when he mentioned this stubble: "I didn't wait for me to enjoy it at night, I hit my head and died, splashing my wall with blood, so I can only repaint, and I can't live there yet." ”

Song Yuanwai smiled coldly: "You give the girl's family some silver, and press this matter on the head of the surname Mo." ”

"Why give silver, then ......" Originally, Song Xiang was unwilling, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, his small eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Master, high, really high." ”

Framed, he's in the line.

Song Yuanwai was proud, shook his head and shook his ears: "The disaster relief grain will arrive tomorrow, and in addition to an old official, there is also the little son of Pei County Ling." ”

Song Xiang immediately understood, and made up the next plan in detail:

"I heard that Pei Xiaogongzi is young and vigorous, and he is the most impulsive, and when you expose the life of the Cao Kan surnamed Mo in public at the banquet, Pei Xiaogongzi will definitely not stand idly by."

"When the time comes, the surnamed Mo will be escorted to the county seat to eat a lawsuit, sir, you have taught your competitors a lesson, and you have also collected Qian Duo, which is like killing two birds with one stone."

This time, I have to let the other party know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has!

Song Yuanwai stroked his sparse goatee, and after laughing twice, he urged Song Xiang to hurry up and start to do this.

…………

"All the crimes of Song Yuanwai in the past two years are here."

"This is the list of bitter masters, and my subordinates have already helped write the complaint."

"This is the plan he intends to target you."

The man in black sorted several materials into categories and put them on Mo Chen's desk.

As soon as Mo Chen picked up a copy, he heard footsteps outside, and he glanced at the man in black, who immediately jumped out of the window.

Qian Duo happened to push the door in with a bowl of sweet soup, and saw a dark shadow flashing through the window.

She pointed out the window and was stunned: "There are thieves!" ”

"Thief, you ghost!" Mo Chen got up and closed the window.

Qian Duo stretched out one hand and rubbed his eyes: "Is it because I'm dazzled?" ”

Mo Chen didn't explain, sat down again, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" ”

“…… Isn't it that you want to drink sweet soup? ”

said that he would take care of him for two days, but as a result, Xu Niangzi's son has not been able to raise him well, so he renewed his leave.

Zhang Dongcheng did not come back either.

Qian Duo promised to be embarrassed to break the contract, so he could only stay in the ink house.

In the blink of an eye, four or five days passed.

Bimo Chen is not easy to serve, and he always tosses some tricks.

No, now the other party has added a preference for drinking sweet soup, saying that the weather is dry and you need to moisten your throat.

With a tense face every day, and there are no words, what kind of throat do you moisten?

Qian Duo put the sweet soup in Mo Chen's hand with a belly, and smiled at the pile on his face: "Add Chuanbei to the pear water, add honey, you can taste it." ”

Mo Chen didn't move, swept her eyes without a trace, remembered the other party's hints several times in the past two days, and sneered: "Nothing to be courteous, not a traitor, that is, a thief." ”