Li Jiaoni nodded, "Well, I shouldn't have thought of it anymore. He didn't think we were relatives. If he had difficulties, we were relatives. If he had difficulties, we were relatives. If he had no difficulties, we were passers-by."

Wushuang glanced at Luo Cheng lightly, "Official Luo, you are from Lin'an. You have just lived in Yunhe County for twenty years. Why have you become relatives with the people there? If you want to fight, just hit him. If you can't do it, I'll hit you for you!"

Luo Fucai was so scared that he had a pale face, "You can't hit me, you, you... Luo Cheng, I am your sixth uncle!"

"Uncle Six?" Luo Cheng sneered, "If you really think I am your nephew, would you do such a thing?" He reached out and waved behind him, "Everyone comes in!"

"Yes, Luo Dongjia." The two of them replied tremblingly.

They shrank their necks and walked into the yard from Luo Cheng and Wushuang.

The light of the lanterns above the courtyard gate shone on their faces, and Li Jiaoniang recognized the two.

A servant who is guarding the gate, everyone calls him the second son.

One is a chef who specializes in washing vegetables in the kitchen. His surname is Hua, and everyone calls her Hua Niangzi.

She is the oldest of the three cooks, and she is the most powerful, but she is the least courageous.

"Second son, Hua Niang, what's going on?" Li Jiaoni asked curiously.

Luo Cheng glanced at them and said coldly, "Speak quickly!"

"Yes." The servant sighed, told Li Jiao Niang about what Luo Fucai had asked him just now, and took out the small porcelain box that he had bribed him to pretend to be a cricket. "He said this is very valuable, worth three hundred cents. I didn't think he was going to do something bad, so I accepted it."

The servant lowered his head aggrievedly and handed the porcelain box to Li Jiaoniang to see.

The fat chef Hua Madam also told her about Luo Cheng’s work, “He gave me a box of rouge. I was wrong and I won’t accept his stuff anymore.”

Li Jiaoniang looked into the hands of the two, and the things were not bad. Luo Fucai was willing to spend money on bad things.

"Uncle Six, what else do you have to say?" Luo Cheng said coldly.

Seeing that the plan was discovered, Luo Fucai started to be fooled, "I... can't I make a joke? I'm so calculating?"

Luo Cheng sneered, "If you don't sleep at night, just make a joke with me? Since Uncle Liu can't sleep, I'll find something for you to do. Wushuang--"

"Official Luo, please give me instructions!" Wushuang walked forward and said with his fists.

"There is a pile of firewood in the kitchen that has not been chopped, right? Take him to chop firewood." Luo Cheng said.

Wushuang's eyebrows and eyes lit up, "Yes, Luo Guanren."

The cook breathed a sigh of relief. The pile of firewood that was as tall as a small kitchen was usually chopped by her and her son. If someone helped to chop it, she and her son would save trouble.

Luo Fucai shouted angrily, "I... my hand hurts and I can't chop firewood."

"Then use your feet to chop and take it away!" Luo Cheng said angrily with a cold face.

Wushuang picked up a tree stick and shook in front of Luo Fucai, "Let's go, Luo Fucai."

Luo Fucai was most afraid of Wushuang. He gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was no way to do so, so he had to walk towards the kitchen with a dejected look.

Erzi and Cook Hua were afraid that Luo Cheng would punish them, so they were so scared that they were afraid to let out.

But Luo Cheng said, "It's not your fault for this. Let's go back to bed. You have to get up early to work tomorrow morning."

"I understand, Mr. Luo." The two nodded and handed over the things in their hands together, "We dare not accept this."
Chapter completed!