"...After drinking four or five cups, he talked for a long time but couldn't explain anything. At the end, he thought you were going to fire him. I spent a lot of money to order a lotus leaf roast chicken. He was so scared that he knelt on the ground and cried while hugging my thighs, saying that he had parents and children to take care of, so I must not fire him."
Zhou Ergou pinched the bridge of his nose, a little speechless, "After all, I, your brother, have killed bandits! I have a lot of prestige! It's just a personal event, as for setting up a red door banquet!"
"How contemptuous!"
Xianjin laughed, "Our Lord Dog also knows about the Hongmen Banquet!"
Zhou Ergou's chest muscles are bigger and firmer than those of an ordinary woman. He steps out with an imposing manner, "It's the Red Gate Banquet! The red gate represents murderous intent! Blood! Fighting! Bumps and scrapes! - This is easy to understand!"
Xianjin:...
The illiterate character will never fall.
Let’s get back to the topic.
"Have you asked Madam Qu if she has met anyone recently?" Xianjin said in a deep voice.
This old lady is like an old toad. She jumps when someone pokes her. It must be someone who is doing something bad to her behind her back.
Zhou Ergou shook his head. "I asked, but Qu Da Mao was very confused. He just mumbled that no one in the Qu family had come to the old lady to ask for a job recently... Later, I also asked the doorman, Old Chen, indirectly, and he said that no one had come in or out recently, and the old lady hadn't left the house either."
Not the Qu family.
That is the Chen family.
"Where is the seventh uncle? Chen Zuo's mother's father? The third uncle in the old house?" Xianjin went through all the top students in the Chen family.
Tuesday Dog shook his head, "Really not!"
"Where are the people in the shop? No one is here. Where are the letters? Are there any letters going in and out?"
Zhou Ergou shook his head again, "Everyone in the shop is from our faction now. Zhao Dezheng is neutral, not leaning towards you or the old lady. Master dared to fight with Zhao Dezheng for you. Sister Zhong, Aunt Du, Qi Qiqi, and Brother Dong are all our people. As for Nan Xiaogua, who was mentioned recently, he has long been labeled as a member of the 'Jingxian faction'. Who the hell dares to say anything behind his back?"
Chen Ji is now divided into the "Jingxian Faction" and the "Veteran Faction". The Jingxian Faction refers to Xianjin's direct descendants, the guys brought up from Jingxian; the Veteran Faction refers to the old guys who have always stayed in Xuancheng.
The current situation is that all members of the "Jingxian faction" are big managers, with only two exceptions. One is Mrs. Qu's dear nephew Qu Da Mao, and the other is the stubborn Zhao Dezheng who stayed here because of his skills.
When Xianjin heard about these two factions for the first time, the corners of his mouth twitched and he was quite speechless: She also has egg yolk faction!
It turns out that where there are people, there is the world of martial arts.
Her management is fairly impartial and does not favor nepotism, but her subordinates are still divided into small groups...
Xianjin collected his thoughts and pondered, "Where is Second Aunt Qu? Is there anything wrong with Second Aunt Qu?"
This is not Tuesday Dog’s area of business.
Tuesday the dog doesn't know.
Xianjin said, "Tsk!" "Our Lord Dog is not smart enough."
Zhou Ergou was quite unconvinced and continued to puff out his chest, "If she were twenty years younger, I would definitely keep my eyes on her every day!"
Little Suoer's eyes narrowed.
Zhou Ergou let out all the anger in his chest. He shrugged his shoulders and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "No, no, no, even if she is eighty years younger, I will not look at her with one pair of eyes. If I look at her once, I will dig out one eye. If I look at her once, I will dig out one eye..."
You are a fly!
Eyes all over the body!
Xianjin saw Suo'er withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes: These two... are they treating her as part of their play... I really want to step forward and kick over this bowl of dog food.
The clue is broken.
Xianjin frowned.
Tuesday Dog also frowned, but he probably wasn't thinking about anything valuable.
After a while, a group of heads popped out from the flowers at the door. Aunt Zhang was cracking melon seeds and asked with bright eyes, "What? Second Aunt Qu!? I know everything about her!"
Oh yeah.
If you have any doubts about external affairs, ask Lord Dog. If you have any doubts about internal affairs, ask Mother Zhang.
In the entire Chen family, she knew exactly which female mosquito entered which room and which tent today.
Mother Zhang stepped in and gave a handful of melon seeds to Xianjin. "Eat, I just fried them. I added bay leaves, coarse salt, fennel..."
"eat!"
At Mother Zhang's command, Xianjin quickly grabbed one.
There was an illusion that the high-level meeting turned into a tea party.
When Madam Zhang saw that everyone had eaten, she shrugged her shoulders stealthily and said, "Second Aunt Qu has been acting strangely these past few days. The day before yesterday, she went to Third Madam's yard, and the next day, Third Madam asked the doorman to deliver a letter to my uncle's family."
Xianjin was cracking melon seeds in his mouth, and it was difficult for him to look like he was in control of a strategy.
But I had some idea in my mind.
Chen Sanlang.
Chen Sanlang who was taking shelter from disaster at his uncle's house.
It was connected in one go.
A few days ago, Mrs. Qu asked about the tribute paper and paid attention to the deadline for the tribute paper...
She is counting the time.
I'm calculating when it would be a good time for Chen Sanlang to come back.
Xianjin silently cracked another melon seed, "Sanlang... the fortune teller said that Sanlang would not be able to return from his uncle's house until he was 20 years old, right? How old is he now?"
One Hundred Thousand Whys of the Chen Family·Five Thousand Years of the Chen Family·Encyclopedia Zhang's mother answered immediately, "Erlang is only eighteen or nineteen, how old can he be? He is also born in the Year of the Rat, so he is about the same age as you!"
Not yet twenty years old.
At that time, when Chen Laowu was defeated and there was no one left in the Chen family, Old Madam Qu had no choice but to use her - under such circumstances, Old Madam Qu never thought of asking Chen Sanlang to come back.
Then I thought of the Buddhist shrine in Bi Ma Tang and the smell of incense ash that could not be concealed under the smell of lime powder.
All these are enough to prove that Mrs. Qu believes in ghosts and gods.
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