"Bad luck? Why is our family so unlucky? Isn't this all Zhang Dadan's doing?" Liu Hong roared hysterically.
He was so angry and aggressive that it startled Wang Cuifen, making her take a few steps back.
Zhang Dadan looked at her, then quickly walked towards his mother's life. "Liu Hong, you must not spit blood! What does my design framework have to do with it? And what does it have to do with me?"
Liu Hong said bravely, "You... you didn't let our family make soy sauce. You tempted us... If it wasn't for the soy sauce, the villagers... the villagers…"
Before he finished, Zhang Dadan interrupted and said, "I never said I wouldn't let your family make soy sauce. Don't put that shit pot on my head!"
However, his understatement left Liu Hong speechless. Zhang Dadan had not explicitly forbidden them from making soy sauce at home.
But none of the villagers wanted to accept them, no one wanted to join them, and even if they made soy sauce at home, they couldn't sell it.
