Chapter 121 Forced Questioning Fangzi

"Lord Chen, the secretary of the Ministry of War? Chen Qingchi?" Wang squinted and asked.

"What? I didn't expect you, an old woman, to know the name of our master. Our master has resigned for many years, and now the master is his eldest son. The strong man was surprised that Wang could say the name of their grandfather.

"The eldest son? That's Chen Xuewen!" Wang's voice trembled a little, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"I know a lot. It's not bad. Our master's name is indeed Chen Xuewen. The master's little daughter has also entered the palace, which is very favored by our emperor, so we are not afraid of the Xue family. Just hand over the recipe. If you don't hand it in, you won't have any good fruit to eat. The man began to threaten again.

"Hai's mother, is it him?" Mo Quan asked Wang a question tremblingly.

"Yes." Wang answered heavily, slowly closed his eyes, and tears fell down his eyes.

"You beasts, you want to fight and kill the old man, let go of my parents and the army." Mo Quan looked angry and roared at the big men.

"Oh, the old man is quite arrogant. Is this to rush up to die? Come on, if you think your life is long, come up. Grandpa will give you a knife. The big man laughed and pointed the knife at Mo Quan.

"Don't touch my father." Mo Changhe had been punched a lot before, and he was put on his neck by a knife. Now when he saw that the man took the knife to his father again, he was furious. He struggled hard, broke away from the man who grabbed him, and hit him in the face.

The man didn't seem to expect that Mo Changhe would resist, and he was punched firmly in the face. He reacted and shouted towards the Mochang River.

Mo Quan and Mo Changhai and Chen Xuan hurriedly took turns to rush up.

Qiu and Liu also stared at the man who was suppressing Qiu Dajun. They picked up the rolling pin and hit the man. When the man saw that the two women dared to move the guy, they hurriedly let go of Qiu Dajun and greeted the two.

After Qiu Dajun was released, he did not dare to rest. There was no guy in his hand, so he took his turn to hit the bench behind the man.

Wang and Mo Mei also took turns to participate in the battle on the bench. When Qin saw her son rushing up, she was very worried, but looking at the situation of the Mo family, she didn't know where the strength came from, and she also took turns to join the battle. For a moment, the room broke up.

With a "wow", those fighting men were wet with things. Those men were stunned and were playing in the hustle and bustle. What did the family do with water? They can't solve any problems even if they get wet. But the water smells strange.

"Stop it, or I'll burn you to death." Molan shouted in a shrill voice.

Everyone was stunned. The girl held a burning firewood in her hand, and a little boy next to her also held one in her hand to burn them to death! How to burn it?

No! It was not water that splashed them just now. Was it oil? The leading man reacted and raised his sleeves and smelled it. It was very fragrant. It was indeed oil. They were splashed with oil on their bodies. The oil was ruthless when it was on fire.

There was a fierce light in the man's eyes, but he didn't expect this family to be a tough guy. This girl is only about ten years old. She actually splashed them with oil and burned them to death. This is not what ordinary girls dare to do.

"You are not allowed to do it again, or we will be buried with you if we can't get better!" Molan shouted harshly at those people.

Mo Changhe reached out and took the firewood in Xiao San'er's hand, waved at a few people, and said fiercely, "Come on, if you dare to come here, I will fight to the death and burn you."

When everyone was deadlocked, Mo Mei took her mistress back to the backyard and continued to take firewood, so that the firewood here would not be extinguished for a while and those men would do it again.

"How dare you!" A big man seemed to believe in evil and took two steps forward.

At this moment, Mo Changhe's heart was full of anger, and he couldn't care much. He shook the torch and rushed to the man. The man saw that he really came up and hurriedly retreated. He didn't want to be cooked. This family is crazy!

"You have to give the recipe today. If you don't give it, you have to give it. Do you have to spend it? I will stay with you and see when your energy consumption will be. There is still someone guarding at my door. You can't go out alone. The leading man had no choice but to take the Mo family for a moment, so he had to say harsh words.

Molan's heart is turning. How to get through this difficulty? It's definitely not possible to say that the recipe doesn't work. The Xue family is not only three brothers. At present, they are preparing to open a shop in the capital. If they pass out the prescription, the rest of the Xue family will definitely not let them go. At that time, it was a tragic fate that was waiting for them.

If you don't give it, you can't please yourself at present. Look at almost all the faces of your family members are injured, and even women are no exception. What should I do?

"No one in our family is literate, and we can't write any prescription you want. Why don't we say, you remember, can you?"

At the time when Molan was trying to find a way, Wang suddenly opened his mouth.

"Mother Hai, you said that the Xue family will not let us go. You can't say it." Mo Quan shouted in a hurry.

"Bad old man, no matter how much you say, let's see if the man won't beat you to death. Don't say, don't say we won't let you go now. As soon as the man saw that Mo Quan stopped Wang, he was about to come up with a round of fists.

"Don't, don't, let's say. Remember it." Wang hurriedly grabbed Mo Quan and whispered, "If you don't say that they won't let us go, let's talk about it. It's important to save your life now."

"It's your knowledge, but isn't your house open a shop? Why can't you read? How do you keep accounts? The man asked in disbelief.

"We are Uncle Cha. Let's see how many steamed buns we have made in total, and then check how much we have sold, and we will know how much we have made. As for those princes, they give the same money for dinner. They don't care about how many dishes and less vegetables, so they don't have to keep accounts Molan answered quickly.

"Brothers, who can write? His grandmother is a bear. I know me by words, and I don't know it. Let me fight and play with women. It's hard for me to write." The leader shouted and asked his hands.

"Hey hey, boss, I can only fight and play with women, and I can't write." A big man smiled.

"I know a few words, and I'll write them." Another strong man volunteered to say.

Mo Changhai found paper and pen. The big man stared and roared, "Your family has paper and pen, and he said that no one can write. How dare you lie to me!" Who lied to you? This pen and paper is used by my brother in private school. He has only been in private school for a few days. My husband just taught them to read. If you don't believe it, let me write a few. After Molan finished speaking, she stopped Erlang and shouted, "Brother, write a few words to them."

Erlang didn't say anything. He picked up the brush and wrote a few Chinese characters on the paper. Molan, who wrote the Chinese characters, wanted to laugh. Not only was it crooked, but also separated between the words. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a doll who has just learned the characters.

After he finished writing, he put down his pen and whispered, "I will write these at the moment, and no matter how much I have, I won't."

Molan nodded and said to Erlang, "That's good, brother, you are better than last time."

The man picked up Erlang's words and read it for a long time. After reading it, the man next to him, who could write, took a bite and cursed and said, "At this level, you dare to write. Your study is in the dog's stomach. Grandpa's feet are better than your writing."

He touched the ink and said, "Say it, Grandpa."

Wang stood up and whispered, "Then I'll talk about the powder for fried pork in scoop first. First, wash the sweet potato, then dry it, chop it with a cutter, and then take the funnel."

As soon as Wang said this, he listened to the Chinese character and shouted, "Stop." After shouting, he looked at Wang doubtfully and asked, "You are an old man, won't slander me, are you? Is it so difficult? I can't write most of the bullshit you said. You're trying to embarrass Grandpa, aren't you?"

"Who deliberately embarrassed you? That's what the Xue family told us. We have done it many times. If it's not difficult, not everyone can do it." Molan shouted at him loudly.

"That's right, but grandpa can't write these words. Damn it, you should have learned more from your husband. Boss, I can't write it. What do you think? The man had no choice but to ask their head for help.

"Then you can say it with your mouth. Let's write it down with our brains. The leading man's eyes flashed, and then let them say with their mouths.

"All right, then I'll say..." Wang said it crackly. Her words were basically in the local language of the village. In some places, even Molan didn't understand it, not to mention those men.

Those men listened to the clouds, and the leading man frowned and scolded, "Stinky old woman, you didn't mean to fool me, did you? You didn't understand a few words after saying so many masters. It's so difficult to understand how to remember! Speak official language to my grandfather.

"The official language? What is the official language? Is it what the official said? My family is not an official. We can't be an official in our lives. How can I speak official language? Wang's authentic dialect, the embarrassed look on his face, people can't see that it's fake.

"That's right. How can you speak official language in this broken place? What should I do? You can't understand what you're saying, and you can't write. It's a dilemma for you. That man had nothing to do for a while.

"Brother, doesn't your husband read? Why don't you ask your husband to write it? And Mr. Cheng, he is a person, and he can also write. Shall we go to him? Molan whispered her opinion.

"Don't make a wrong idea for me. You want to ask someone for help, right? No way, none of you want to go out. I won't give you this opportunity." The leading man stared at Molan's words, and he didn't let them out.

"What should I do? Why don't you go back first? In the evening, we will go to my brother's husband to secretly write the prescription, and then several masters will pick it up, so that they don't have to worry about us reporting. Besides, the backers behind several masters are so powerful that we don't dare to report to others. We still want to die. Molan said timidly.