This is a free land outside the city.
Refugees without household registration, fugitives who have committed crimes, and second-rate people who have been chased by the Qian family and have no home to return to... This is a place outside the city where they can enjoy themselves and drink every day.
Outside this shabby and smelly tavern, a merchant who wrapped himself tightly lifted up his clothes in a hurry and followed the waiter to the private room on the second floor. When he opened the door, he was stunned.
"Who are you?"
Master Chen Wu took off his mask.
The man in front of him, no, should be called a child, was short and thin, and his eyes looked at him timidly.
"Where is Master Thirteen?" Master Chen Wu asked anxiously.
The little boy pointed to his throat and shook his head.
"Are you mute?" asked Master Chen Wu.
The little boy nodded, took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Master Chen Wu.
Chen Wu grabbed it urgently, opened it tremblingly, and looked through it quickly -
"...The forests are burning, the camps are relocated, and I regret letting them go. I specially sent the mute to report."
Chen Wu was like a drowning man who finally saw the light of day. He let out a long breath and saw words on the back. He turned over decisively.
"You need to pay three thousand taels for the cost of relocation and reconstruction."
Chen Wu froze in place.
You got into a fire and you want me to pay for it?
Begging or robbery?!
Go grab it!
Wouldn’t it be faster to rob?
The little mute took out another letter from his arms and handed it to Chen Wu.
Chen Wu quickly opened it. There were two pieces of paper. One was the cover with only one line of words, which read "Baochanduo Temple Zhaode Ninth Year December Accounts". The other one read -
"If you don't pay, this account book will appear at the gate of Chen's house tomorrow."
Well, it was robbing...it was robbing him!
The twelfth month of the ninth year of Zhaode was the day when Li Laozhang died unjustly!
Master Chen Wu felt a surge of anger at the back of his head. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the mute behind the table with a dim gaze.
If you dare to rob him...you might as well kill him now!
The mute shrank back in fear and pointed at the tightly closed wooden door in the southeast corner.
At the right moment, the sound of a teacup being placed on the table was heard from behind the wooden door.
The anger in the back of Master Chen Wu's head quickly faded away - in the mountains and forests, when you see a young animal, do not act rashly, because there must be a strong herd of animals behind it.
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