If you let one or two people from behind come to you who are about the same luck as this little man, you will be in no way able to pass it!

Wei Wanshun felt that he was unlucky today and did not dare to bet on his luck in the future. He just wanted to stop the losses in time and quickly closed the stall.

If you don’t let it play, he can close the stall.

But those onlookers stopped doing it.

"That's right, why don't you let it play?"

"Just when someone else didn't hit him for ten times, you didn't say you wanted to close the stall. Why is this little boy, Junyun, getting better at this moment, and you're going to close the stall?"

"Is it possible that it depends on the other person's luck and you can't afford to do this business? Good guy, you have the final say in this. Do you do a business that makes money or lose money?"

"This level of pudding is originally a gamble on luck. Whether it is profitable or loss depends on God's will. There are so many people playing this level of pudding, because of this fun. Aren't you broken the rules of pudding like this?"

“That’s it…”

A bunch of people tried to win the pass just now, but they didn't hit the target. Now they watched Song Jingyun hit the target so many times with interest, and thought that they would get some luck in the young man later and win something back. As a result, Wei Wanshun came like this, which was really annoying.

Moreover, Wei Wanshun’s appearance of not being able to afford business is also suspicious. He thinks that this person is just doing business that he will definitely make money, so there must be something wrong with his business!

A group of people surrounded Wei Wanshun and asked for an explanation.

It's so unlucky today!

When he met someone with such a good luck, he didn't say anything, but he was surrounded by someone to ask for an explanation.

Wei Wanshun was so angry that he smoked his orifices. When he saw Song Jingyun next to him was also squeezed into the crowd, he looked confused, as if these things had nothing to do with him, he became even more angry.

It’s all your fault, you are a slut. If it weren’t for you, my business would be good!

You are a scourge!

The more Wei Wanshun thought about it, the more angry he became. He took advantage of the incongruous crowds and raised his hand to slap Song Jingyun.

Anyway, the business can't be done, so I don't care about getting a little messy now.

Let’s talk about it first!

And there are so many people, it is impossible not to admit others if you don’t admit it.

I will kill you, a harmful spirit!

Wei Wanshun thought so, and when he slapped, he also used all his strength to beat Song Jingyun to death.

But before the slap fell on Song Jingyun's face, Wei Wan felt his wrist tightening.

Wei Wanshun was surprised and looked up to meet Jiang Mixia's cold gaze.

I just want to bully her son-in-law, and it depends on whether she agrees or not!

Wei Wanshun felt more and more angry when he saw that he was the wife of the little Langjun family. He tried hard to break free, but after trying it twice, he found that Jiang Mixia was too strong, so he simply raised his left hand to hit Jiang Mixia again.

OK, if you are not dying, then she will be polite.

Jiang Mixia stopped Wei Wanshun's other hand with lightning speed, and then threw it aside.

Wei Wanshun was shocked, then his feet were light and he was thrown out like a sack. He hit the big turntable and rolled on the ground for a few more times before he stopped.

And two stone-like things were also thrown out.

The sound of ding ding ding chucking on the ground made a crisp sound, and finally rolled down at the feet of passers-by.

"What is this?" Someone picked it up.

"It looks strange, it seems to fall out of the man's sleeve."

"This is a magnet, which can absorb iron!"

The person I picked up heard someone else say this, and took the thing to the big turntable and tried it. He saw a "bang" and sucked it up.

"Tsk, no wonder others can't hit it, no wonder the little husband was trying to persuade the little husband to continue playing, and they were trying to get the money back!"

"Isn't this a lie?"

"If this is not stopped by the lucky little man, I wonder how many people I'll cheat!"

"Don't say so much, send this trick-making thing to the yamen!"

"Let the county magistrate beat him up and let him have a good memory!"

Everyone was talking and picking up Wei Wanshun, twisting his arms to report to the official.

Some people who watched the fun were left behind, and they were still pointing behind their backs. They were not persuaded to disperse themselves until the yamen came.

Song Jingyun was trying to make a fuss with her ability. After being asked by the yamen for a few questions, she was gone.

The other onlookers also made evidence, only talking about how Wei Wanshun was making trouble and how he did a bad business.

The yamen officers asked for it and went back to the yamen to report.

Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun looked at it getting late, and also took their things to find the people who came to the county town with them to drive the car.

"That incident just now was so scary." Song Jingyun felt a little bit like a disaster, and kept sighing, and finally looked at Jiang Mixia again, with a look of gratitude, "Fortunately there is a wife here."

"Or otherwise this box of reunion pastries would not be saved."

Gimmixia, “…”

I thought the little son-in-law was thankful that she was there, so he avoided being beaten by the stall owner, and the result was that he was happy because the pastry was not damaged.

However, this was said from the mouth of a young son-in-law...

Everything seems to be very reasonable again?

The big reunion pastry I brought back was enough and it took several days to finish it.

All the fabrics that Guan Pu had been sent to the workshop and were made into bamboo basket straps.

As for the white porcelain bottle, it was placed in the house and a few peach blossoms blooming in spring were inserted.

The pink petals, contrasting with the white porcelain bottle, add a little more vitality to the whole house.

It can be said that everything is useful.

Gimmixia is very satisfied with this.

Song Jingyun seemed a little regretful and scratched her head and said, "It's a pity that she won't let her play later. Otherwise, she could hit another porcelain bottle so that she could put two bottles of flowers in the house."

Peach blossoms are beautiful, and apricot blossoms are beautiful.

Moreover, peaches and apricots are delicious, one is pure sweet and the other is sweet and sour.

"You can't be too greedy." Gimmixia comforted her, "This time it's already a great luck. If you encounter something that is agitated in the future, you can't act rashly."

"Actually..." Song Jingyun stumbled for a moment and replied, "I know the stall owner did it on purpose, but I wanted to play, so I followed the trend according to his words."

Gimmixia, “…”

I feel like Mingjinger in my heart, but I just want to play?

Seeing that Jiang Mixia didn't say anything, Song Jingyun added, "Actually, it's not like being greedy, I just think I can win."

Then he said, "Actually, I saw something sticking behind the turntable, but I didn't know what it was for. I always felt that it was wrong, so I took it off quietly when I was revolving, and then quietly put it back."

Gimmixia, “!!!”

You have to look at your son-in-law with admiration!

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Chapter completed!