The Prime Minister's delicate wife can control her husband

Chapter 12 Beggar

"This place is only a thousand eight hundred meters away from home. There's no need to pretend to care about me outside."

Jiao Niang thought to herself, waved her hand behind his back, and disappeared from Yan Lang's sight.

Looking at the dazzling array of shops, Jiao Niang's eyes stopped in front of the upscale "Jinduanfang".

Driven by curiosity, I walked into this shop.

As soon as Jiao Niang stepped into the shop, she was recognized by the owner.

"Madam, it's you!"

The man grabbed Maolan's wrist excitedly.

"Who are you? The seamstress from the tailor shop in the east of the city?"

Jiao Niang also recognized her immediately.

"Congratulations, I haven't seen you for a few days and you've become the owner of a store on Main Street."

"Thanks to my lady, I have the opportunity to be promoted to the manager of the main store."

"Me?" Jiao Niang listened to her words and pointed at herself.

"Madam, don't you know? The boss behind our Brocade Shop is Young Master Yan?"

"So the store I went to town to buy clothes from was also...his?"

"How could that shop catch Master Yan's eye?

Since you left, a group of people have been going to tailor shops all over the city, asking what dress you are wearing?

As long as you can provide the accurate size of your dress, you can become the owner of the Brocade Shop."

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"What she said is consistent with what Yan Lang said. It seems that I misunderstood Yan Lang?"

Jiao Niang had previously suspected that the three wedding dresses that Qingwen took out on the wedding day were prepared in advance for his future concubine.

The shopkeeper looked at Maolan skillfully, then wrote down the numbers in a notebook and handed it to Jiaoniang.

The numbers on the book are exactly the same as mine.

"He is a capable man, no wonder he can be the shopkeeper!"

Jiao Niang thought, "What's your name, shopkeeper?"

"Madam, just call me Song Fengren."

"Manager Song, please go and do your work first. I'll go shopping in the Brocade Shop."

"Okay, Madam. If you find any silk or satin that you like, tell me and I'll have someone send it to the Yan residence."

When I was enjoying my stroll most, I was attracted by the quarrel downstairs.

"Shopkeeper Song, what happened outside?"

"Madam, I heard that a little beggar stole the white flour buns from the Wu family, and the Wu family is teaching that person a lesson now?"

"White flour buns? Could it be the little kid I met in the kitchen?"

The first person Jiao Niang thought of was him.

"Manager Song, come with me to take a look?"

"This... Madam is of noble status, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate... Besides, he is from the Wu family."

When Jiao Niang appeared in front of her again, she had changed into cloth clothes.

"I know everything you said, and I'll pay attention to it later."

The men of the Wu family surrounded the boy.

"You stinking beggar! How dare you come to our Wu family to steal things!"

The man who spoke grabbed the boy's collar and slapped him.

"I didn't steal anything from your house."

"You're still stubborn!"

After saying that, he slapped the boy in the face again.

The man leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered coldly, "If I say yes, it's true! Who told you to make our young master unhappy today!"

The boy stared at the man with eyes wide open, trying to find an opportunity to break free and escape, but it was not so easy in the face of absolute power.

On the contrary, the more he resisted, the more excited the man became, and the harder he hit him, blood from his nose dripped down his upper lip onto the ground.

Jiao Niang and Song Fengren heard the whole story behind the crowd.

It turned out that the little beggar accidentally stepped on the shoes of the young master of the Wu family. Wu Jingui falsely charged him with theft just to vent his inner displeasure.

Seeing that they were taking advantage of their power to bully others, Jiao Niang went straight from the back of the crowd to the front row.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Song returned to Jinduan Building and asked someone to notify the eldest young master.

After seeing the boy's appearance clearly, Jiao Niang confirmed that he was the thief who sneaked into the kitchen last night.

"I say, you guys are too bullying, aren't you?"

The boy also recognized Zhang Jiaoniang and turned his head away and tried to cover himself up, fearing that Jiaoniang would tell others about his theft the night before.

The leader walked towards Jiao Niang, looked at her simple clothes, and was sure that she must not be the child of a wealthy family, so he asked arrogantly.

"Who are you?!"

"He is my brother? Who do you say I am?"

The little beggar wanted to take advantage of the man's carelessness, break free from his wrist and rush out of the crowd, but he was still seen through by the man.

Wu Jingui stared at the pretty girl and said, "I didn't expect that the little beggar's sister is quite beautiful. Why not take her in as a concubine?"

He immediately cleared his throat and spoke.

"Your brother stole things from my house and ruined my clothes! Do you think I should report it to the police or should we settle it privately?"

Wu Jingui stretched out the fan from his sleeve and gestured two or three times at the girl's appearance.

The people around also heard the hidden meaning of Wu Jingui's words.

"I didn't expect that I would meet a stinky man after traveling through time?"

Jiao Niang thought to herself, and then rolled her eyes at him.

"You said my brother stole something from your house? May I ask what it was?"

Mao Lan asked loudly.

Seeing how brave the petite girl was, the people around her also chimed in and asked questions.

"Master Wu, you said he stole your steamed buns, but we saw the steamed buns were in your people's hands!

Whether what you said is true or false remains to be confirmed."

"He swallowed it! Do you want me to cut open his abdomen and show you?"

Wu Jingui looked at those people proudly and added.

"A few white flour buns are worthless, but my clothes were custom-made by a brocade shop! They are very expensive!"

"Don't people in Xingwen County know that Yan Sheng is the owner of Jinduan Building?!"

Jiao Niang was thinking aside.

"Mr. Wu, there's no need to be so aggressive in front of my Jinduan Building."

A sharp voice came from the back of the crowd, and everyone looked back and took the initiative to make way for the middle road.

When Jiao Niang saw Song Fengren appearing slowly, she felt relieved.

The lady pretended to be embarrassed and gritted her teeth and said, "At worst, I can buy you a new set?"

"Buy a set? Do you know how much this dress cost me? Even if I sold you to a brothel for half a year, you might not be able to afford it? If you are smart, just do it privately."

Song Fengren was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Jiaoniang's cough.

"How much? I'll pay."

The people around gasped when they heard Jiao Niang's answer, "Doesn't she know that money is secondary to the clothes in Jinduanfang? The most important thing is power! Is this person a fool?"

"Hahahaha, I don't want your money now! I want to take away the same style of clothing from the Brocade Shop right now, or I will sell you to a brothel to pay off my debt!"

"I promise you! But I have a condition - if I buy it for you, you have to eat your white flour buns in front of me?"

"it is good!"

The people around swarmed around the door of the brocade workshop, and Song Fengren took the opportunity to come to Jiao Niang.

"Young Master Yan said that as long as Madam likes, she can play however she wants." Then he pointed to Zuiyan Tower.

"Yuzhu, go and protect the lady."

Yan Lang leaned against the private room on the rooftop and observed what was happening in the Brocade Shop.

"Yes!"

Wu Jingui pointed at the clothes on the top floor and said, "That's it!"

"Mr. Wu, the clothes you bought are only of Grade B, but you asked her to buy you Grade A. I think you are bullying me!"

Song Fengren spoke slowly in front of everyone.

“I just said clothes of the same style, not the same material!

Besides, she took the initiative to agree to this, so am I wrong?"