Bursts of applause erupted from under the ring.

The carriage that went back was running between the crowd, and since getting into the carriage, Song Qingshan's eyes had never left Song Zhizhi.

"Why are you staring at me all the time?"

"Why did you give me the martial arts school?" Song Qingshan asked the question in his heart.

Song Zhizhi patted the folds on the hem of her skirt and sat up straight, looking at Song Qingshan's sincere and resolute gaze, "Isn't this obvious?" Your martial arts are strong, of course the martial arts school will be handed over to you. ”

"My martial arts are strong, but management is not so easy."

"Then learn! You are so smart and willing to endure hardships, you will definitely learn! ”

Song Qingshan's sword frowned slightly, "But there is still a lot of work in the store that I need to do." ”

"There I am! There I am! Thursday shouted through the curtain, "I can do all the hard work!" ”

Song Qingshan's face was slightly gloomy, in Yang'er Town, there was only one man who could stay by Song Zhizhi's side for a long time, not even Song Si'er.

"Did you hear that? I've got Thursday left! Thursday is also a good helper! Song Zhizhi sighed.

"Nope." Song Qingshan said, "Zhizhi, if I go to the martial arts school to be a steward, I must also have a helper by my side, you give it to me on Thursday, let me use him." ”

"Huh? What about the store? Shall I hire someone again? ”

"No, you don't." Song Qingshan said, "Every morning, Thursday and I clean the inside and outside of the pharmacy an hour in advance, and after the heavy work of the day is done, the two of us will go to the martial arts school again." ”

Song Zhizhi was silent.

"Don't you think it's possible?"

"Not really! But if that's the case, won't you and Thursday work too hard? ”

"Boom!" With a bang, the carriage stopped suddenly, if Song Qingshan hadn't caught Song Zhizhi in time, she would have flown out.

Thursday shouted outside, "Sister Zhizhi is not good! Our carriage has hit someone! ”

Song Zhizhi hurriedly got out of the carriage.

I saw a woman lying in front of the carriage holding her legs and howling, "Who is the one who can't drive the carriage for a long time?" This is going to kill me! Ouch hey! It hurts me! It hurts me! ”

Song Zhizhi had experienced a porcelain touch in modern times, so she could see the trick of the porcelain man at a glance!

"Come and see the neighbors! Whose coachman doesn't have long eyes in this car, it hurts me to death! It hurts me! ”

In an instant, the surroundings were full of people.

"Whose carriage is this? With such a new carriage, it seems that only Song Zhizhi has it in our town, right? She couldn't have bumped into someone, right? ”

"Really! Widow Meng walked on the road well, this car driver is really not long-sighted, what should I do if I want to kill someone? ”

"This responsibility must be on Song Zhizhi, let her lose money! You have to pay a lot of money! ”

“......”

Song Zhizhi didn't pay attention to these gossips at all, she was about to step forward to expose Widow Meng's little tricks, but someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "The village chief is here!" The village chief is here! Let's let the village chief administer justice for Widow Meng! ”

Song Zhizhi didn't believe that the village chief of Chenjia Village could uphold any justice, according to the memory of the original owner, this village chief was not a good thing!

"What's going on? Everyone was quiet. "The village chief is about fifty years old, and he looks lean and ordinary, but his slender eyes are full of fine light.

The village chief of Chenjia Village is called Chen Fucai.

Chen Fucai looked at Song Zhizhi, "Did your car hit someone?" ”

"Yes." Song Zhizhi replied calmly.

"Then since you admit it, let's honestly pay Widow Meng's silver! I'm busy with a lot of things, so that's it! Chen Fucai said.

There has long been gossip in Chenjia Village, since Widow Meng died a man, relying on her own three-point appearance, she had already hooked up with Chen Fucai, so Widow Meng often cheated in the village and town, and let her succeed.

"I admit that my car hit Widow Meng, but whether she took the initiative to hit it remains to be verified." Song Zhizhi said expressionlessly.

"What do you mean by that? Do you want to say that Widow Meng crashed into your carriage herself? Joke! Only a fool would find his own death! Chen Fucai said, "Song Zhizhi, you can't bully a widow just because you have money!" ”

Over there, Widow Meng had already begun to beat the ground and cry bitterly, "I just died a man the year before last, do you want to take me away today?" It's nothing if I'm dead, it's just what I'm going to do with my doll who is not yet three years old! ”

The surrounding neighbors expressed sympathy for Widow Meng's plight, and openly and secretly reprimanded Song Zhizhi for not being able to drive a car.

"Song Zhizhi, you hurry up and compensate Widow Meng's silver, don't delay my time! I still have to go to the county magistrate to talk about the economic development of the village, if you spoil my business, then you are the enemy of the whole village! Chen Fucai coerced Song Zhizhi.

Song Zhizhi clasped his hands around his chest, not in a hurry at all, "If the village chief wants to be busy, he will be busy, the matter between me and Widow Meng, we will handle it ourselves, if it is really not handled well, then go to the Qian County Order, let him administer justice!" ”

"But the village chief is in such a hurry to help Widow Meng, is the gossip in the village true?" Song Zhizhi smiled, "I don't want to come to the village chief to take a fancy to a widow, right?" ”

Chen Fucai's face changed, "Song Zhizhi, what are you talking nonsense?" How dare you slander me! ”

"I don't dare! It's just that the real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real. If the village chief has nothing to do with Widow Meng, can he stand up and help her like this? ”

"I'm just passing through!" Chen Fucai said angrily.

Song Zhizhi stretched out his hand and pointed to the way to the yamen, "Then the village chief, you can go, we will solve the matter between the little woman and Widow Meng by ourselves." ”

"Song Zhizhi, you are too bold and reckless for you!" Chen Fucai pointed at Song Zhizhi, "You dare to talk to me like this, you don't want to go back to Chenjia Village, do you?" ”

"Of course I want to go back to Chenjia Village!" Song Zhizhi suddenly raised his voice, "You are the village chief of Chenjia Village, yes!" But Chenjia Village is not your Chenjia Village alone! Chen Fucai, do you want to force me to sue you to the county magistrate because of this little thing? ”

Chen Fucai's eyes were full of fierceness, "You fucking dare!" ”

"What am I afraid of? You can protect and condone Widow Meng for personal reasons, why can't I go to the county order to expose the evil things you did for the sake of justice and people's hearts! ”

Chen Fucai didn't know how much Song Zhizhi knew, but he couldn't take risks.

"Forget it! See you didn't mean to, let's go, let's go! Chen Fucai asked Song Zhizhi to leave quickly, and at the same time looked back at Widow Meng, "I will give you the silver you are sick and injured, and it is all scattered!" Scattered! ”

The village chief spoke who dared to disobey, and everyone dispersed in an instant.

Song Zhizhi and Song Qingshan returned to the carriage, and on Thursday they continued to drive the carriage to the pharmacy, and on the carriage, Song Qingshan asked Song Zhizhi, "How do you know about Chen Fucai?" ”