Chen Laowu groped his way home with a dizzy head, but he didn't dare to show anything inside or outside the Chen family, so he could only hold his breath and go back to the second door.
As soon as I entered, I saw my long-time attendant Lu Er coming up to me anxiously, "It's burned!"
Chen Laowu slapped his head, "What's burning?"
"The Baochanduo Temple was completely burned!" Lu Er danced with joy. "The farmers at the foot of the mountain said that a fire suddenly broke out in the mountain a few nights ago, and it was not put out until midnight. They went up to investigate two days later and saw that even the Buddha statues in the Baochanduo Temple were burned to ashes!"
"Where are the people? Where are the people inside? Where have they gone?" Chen Laowu had a glimmer of hope. What if? What if the mute came to cheat him? What if all the bandits on the mountain were dead? What's there to be afraid of a mute?
Lu Er hurriedly shook her head, "All the valuables in the temple are gone, and the people are gone too! The temple is dark, with black ash everywhere! I didn't see a single person!"
Chen Laowu's shoulders slumped suddenly. The valuables were gone... and the person was gone... so it must be that the person took the valuables and moved away...
What does this mean? It means that what the little mute said was true.
Chen Laowu nodded dejectedly and waved his hands. He felt a suffocating breath in his chest. "...Pack up our cash and make Brother Huo pay out the private money he has used to exploit the farmers and steal money behind my back all these years! Then use the farm and fields in the suburbs to mortgage them... Find another private banknote exchange! Find... Dechang Shenghao!"
Rumor has it that this bank was opened by the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. It has a very strong background and high commissions. The good thing is that it is also tough and will never make the same mistake again!
Lu Er was stunned, "Then we...will have nothing left!"
Chen Laowu slapped Lu Er on the back of his head, "You still have a life left!"
No one knows better than him how Lao Liu died!
After opening the ancestral hall, people would soak rice paper in water and smear it on their faces. They would suffocate to death!
He watched with his own eyes as his brother, like a fish that had been caught on shore, his features imprinted on the paper, his mouth wide open like his gills moving, his body incontinent, making a mess of his feces and urine.
Family rules are much crueler than royal laws.
The family rules are set in the ancestral hall. If the elders and the clan leader agree, they can cut off your life.
The Chen family gave you your life, and they have the right to take it back at any time.
Chen Laowu squinted his eyes tightly, opened them and took two quick steps forward, then turned around and continued to explain, "Report to the old lady about the situation of those drivers."
Lu Er nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Several of the drivers were from Chuzhou. When Sun Shun from Chuzhou was in Qingcheng Mountain, he hated He Xianjin very much. He just made a connection in secret. Sun Shun thought that he had sent several obedient drivers over without anyone noticing. "I just hope that He Xianjin will not die so easily!"
This is his obvious deception, and once the truth is revealed, there will be a scapegoat to take the blame.
Now that we have fought and defended, if we just hand him over, at least we can ensure that he will pay with money but not his life!
Cutting off one's tail to survive is no different from this!
On the second day, after Chen Laowu handed the banknote to the mute, he tore the IOU into pieces and took a deep look at the closed door. "Now, I have spent all my wealth! If the mountain king is still short of money, I really can't take out a single silver! We are all walking on the edge of a knife. You guys are robbing me of my power. I, Chen Laowu, admit it this time. If there is a second time, we will fight to the death! I don't want to live anymore, and I will lead Prefect Xiong to the mountain to suppress the bandits!"
When Chen Laowu was walking, he staggered, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he almost fell to the ground.
Behind the wooden door, Xiong Youyou covered her mouth and nose with her hands in a dignified manner, smiling with curved eyebrows. While paying great attention to her manners, she struggled to maintain the standard of a fifth-rank official lady. "...He also wants to take my uncle to fight bandits?! My uncle is sitting at home, and the bandits are coming from the sky!"
Xianjin reached out and threw the banknote to Suo'er, saying casually, "Take it back and lock it up. It will be very useful in the future." He turned around and asked Xiong Youyou, "Still no news about Principal Qiao?"
Xiong Youyou sighed, "I haven't heard anything from my uncle yet." He comforted Xianjin, "No news is good news. At least he's still alive, right?"
Xianjin nodded dejectedly.
The two chatted about the past, then put on their masks and went back to their homes to find their guardians. The two little girls cheated the old fox out of three thousand taels while chatting and laughing. If this story was written by Master Qin, the hit of the next season of Xuancheng vernacular novels would definitely be called "The Temptation of Going Home When the Fifth Young Master Lost His Fortune".
After bidding farewell to Xiong Youyou, Xianjin did not return to Chen's house after entering the city, but went to the Jixi workshop in the opposite direction.
Um.
Outside the Third Ring Road.
I spend an hour commuting to work every day.
It's a typical thing where you get too much money and live far away from home, which is not cost-effective.
Xianjin leaned against a willow tree on the street, his arms folded across his chest, quietly observing the comings and goings of the shops and workshops in Jixi for nearly an hour - no one came in or out.
Not even a fly that had strayed.
If the door hadn't been open and the sign on the door frame hadn't been blown by the wind, Xianjin would have thought that this place should be closed early and rented to the pancake stand next door, which might do better business.
"Gurgle!" Suo'er's stomach was rumbling. The little girl pointed at the pancake stand shyly and said, "It smells so good."
Xianjin:......
Look, the pancake stand has gained another coal briquette customer, while the Jixi workshop is still a nobody...
Xianjin stood up and walked inside. "Come on, I'll buy you some pancakes."
Suo'er seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians and followed with big strides.
Once you enter the store, it feels very...peaceful.
Xianjin rarely uses the word "peaceful" to describe a shop.
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