"Go back and arrange your funeral."

Looking at his appearance, Qian Min shook her head in a bit reluctantly and said, "You are not the fault at this time. I will explain it to you in the clan. At least you can treat your family well. Don't worry."

"I'm not willing to give up, I'm not willing to give up, uncle!"

Qian Shaoyuan struggled to stand up from the chair, thinking of Song Hui, who led him into the trap step by step, gritted his teeth and said, "The one who rented the official warehouse to me is Song Hui. If you want me to die, he will also be buried with me."

"I am guilty of bribery. He, the briber, doesn't want to run away. I want him to die with me!"

"Don't think about it." Qian Min's face suddenly became cold, "Behind Qian Min is Mo Zizai. Unless Mo Zizai is willing, no one can touch him."

"If you don't want to implicate your family, just stop yourself and stop causing trouble."

"Why? Why!!!"

Qian Shaoyuan roared unwillingly: "He rented the official warehouse to me, and the crime was even more serious than me. Why is he okay? This is unfair!!!"

"Why? Just because Mo Zizai is behind him, just because Mo Zizai has a knife in his hand and someone is under his command!"

Qian Min looked at Qian Shaoyuan who had completely lost his mind, and a deep disgust appeared in her eyes, "You are bullying the market in Jiangnan, why don't you ask why?"

"When you do whatever you want in Jiangnan, why don't you say it's unfair?"

"Where do you come from so many fairness in this world? You have the right in your hands. You can have the fairness of whatever fairness you want. You have no right in your hands. What others say is fairness, and what is fairness."

"Okay, don't say so many useless things.

Speaking of this, Qian Min's tone became a little hesitant, "Do you want to break yourself up? If you don't dare, I can give you a ride."

After hearing Qian Min's words, Qian Shaoyuan stayed there for a while, and finally shook his head powerlessly, "I have this courage to worry about Uncle Bulu," said Uncle Bulu.

After saying that, Qian Shaoyuan didn't even say goodbye and walked out of Qian Min's study.

Qian Min looked at the direction of Qian Shaoyuan leaving, looked for a while before she grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground, "Damn it!"

Seven hundred thousand stones of food were enough to support an army of 100,000 people, and Qian Shaoyuan gave it to Mo Zizai for free. If it weren't for Qian Shaoyuan's own clan, he would have wanted to kill this spoiler.

"Old Fang."

Qian Min called out to the back of the study room, and Fang Rong, dressed in black, immediately appeared in the study room. He bowed to Qian Min and said, "Master, what are your instructions?"

"Go and send a message to the Lord's house, tell them what's going on here, and let them prepare compensation to calm Mo Zizai's anger."

"Um?"

Fang Rong was stunned for a moment. Qian Min and Qian Shaoyuan did not avoid him. So after listening to it for a long time, he was also very clear about the cause and effect of this matter. It was obvious that Mo Zizhai set up a trap for Qian Shaoyuan to dig. Now that the food has fallen into his hands, he has been forced to death, he is still angry. Isn’t this a bit too much?

Looking at Fang Rong's puzzled expression, Qian Min smiled bitterly, "If you can't satisfy Mo Zizai, this matter can't be solved by just killing Qian Shaoyuan."

"As for the anger..."

Speaking of this, Qian Min shook his head, "Thirty thousand Yulin Army in hand, if he can't satisfy him, then he will naturally be angry."

After hearing Qian Min say this, Fang Rong was silent for a moment. After all, Jiangnan was not strong enough to deal with Mo Zizai, so even if they suffered a loss in this matter, they had to admit their mistakes.
Chapter completed!