Old Zhu?
The dead Zhu Ganglie?
Xianjin folded his hands across his chest, hiding behind a pillar. He leaned sideways and saw a plump woman holding a handkerchief standing at the foot of the wall. Opposite her was Master Chen Liu.
This fat woman had a greasy face and a broad and plump body, and she looked like a perfect match for the dead Zhu Ganglie.
In the dim light of the oil-paper lanterns hanging high in the Chen residence, Xianjin saw Master Chen Liu fumbled in his sleeve pocket to take out a piece of silver and passed it to the fat woman. He turned his head quietly to look at the lively and happy courtyard and said threateningly, "...If you come to my house again, I won't give you a penny! I gave you the silver because you are in the same business as Old Zhu..."
The fat woman took the silver and hurriedly put it in her arms, "Yes, yes, yes! Sixth Master has a kind heart. He first helped Old Zhu to make a fortune, and then took care of Old Zhu's descendants. Old Zhu is now in the underworld, praising you in front of the King of Hell as the supreme god and Buddha, saving all living beings!"
When people are extremely poor, they start talking nonsense.
There was another tug of war at the foot of the wall. It was nothing more than a threat from Master Chen Liu. The fat woman begged for mercy and then complained and demanded money, while fighting. Master Chen Liu cursed and took the silver from the old servant with a mustache and gave it to her.
They didn't give much, at most eight or ten taels.
Xianjin lowered his head and thought - it was not a big secret, it was just that the wolf died first, and the wolf's widow took advantage of their old relationship to ask the wolf for some living expenses. The wolf was afraid that the wolf's widow would go all out and the crime would be exposed, so he gave the wolf a small amount of money to keep him safe.
The fat woman took the money and walked away crying.
Xianjin was also preparing to retreat, but he heard another noise at the foot of the wall, and a sinister voice was very low, "...She wants money, so we give it? Otherwise..."
Xianjin turned his head and saw the old servant with a mustache making a gesture of wiping his neck.
He was just a gold digger, and he was just doing business. Money with blood on it was not so easy to make. In his previous life, his father was a decorator. Some nouveau riche with the same hairline as him wanted to make quick money, but they went astray in their business. The police came before the retribution came.
Xianjin hid his entire body behind the pillar, holding his breath, fearing that his breath would be discovered.
"How much can she ask for?" Master Chen Liu picked his teeth with a toothpick and said disdainfully, "Three or five taels of silver is also called money? I will feel relieved if she asks for a small amount of money!"
Master Chen Liu used a toothpick to pick out the residue from his teeth, rolled it up in his mouth and swallowed it. "When that pig ran away, he took everything with him. A priceless jade Buddha, ten large gold ingots, more than twenty pieces of solid gold jewelry... Almost all of his wealth was tied to his body, and he even sewed the banknotes into his clothes - the only thing he didn't take was the account book in his mouth."
"When he forbade me to sell his courtyard in Jing County, I should have guessed what he was planning! He just wanted to leave a root in Jing County, stay out for two years and come back after he has become famous! The account book recorded the details of my selling Ba and Liu Zhang Xuan to Anyang Prefecture, as well as the money transactions with the kings of Baochan Duo Temple. It was a big backup plan he left for himself..."
Master Chen Liu showed his big yellow teeth in disgust, "If that pig-wife knew that there was something deadly hidden in the house, would she only ask for three or five taels of silver? She would definitely ask for an exorbitant price and rip me off!"
Ba Zi Xu thought about it and realized that this was the truth! He couldn't help but panic and said, "What should we do now? Isn't it like a kitchen knife hanging over our heads? Who knows when it will fall! It's better to get rid of that pig woman and put an end to it all!"
“This is in Jing County!”
Master Chen Liu spat viciously on the ground and looked in the direction where his wife was going. "Baochan Mountain Temple is located at the border of Anyang Prefecture, Chuzhou Prefecture and Jing County. It is convenient for the kings to do anything without taking care of the three places. You killed someone in Jing County. You are going to die!"
Snow came from the east, falling down and covering the ground.
Master Chen Liu wiped the snow off his head and said, "A real man should not fight for time. The third brother and that little girl won't stay here for long..."
Listen to the silly laugh of Mr. Chen when someone persuaded him to drink in the courtyard of the old house.
Master Chen Liu curled his lips sarcastically, "The second Chen is useless, and the eldest is dead. My sister-in-law sent the third Chen back to Jing County just to gild her reputation. She will be called back to Xuancheng soon. You will just wait and see. The better the third Chen and that little girl do, the shorter their stay will be."
The old servant with the mustache grinned upon hearing this, "Once they leave, we will continue to be local emperors!"
What kind of emperor is this!
Five or six years ago, when Li Sanshun's father Li Laozhang was still alive, he forced the old fool to make two pieces of Bazhang Xuan a month, and then sold them in Anyang Prefecture. Anyang Prefecture brought Bazhang Xuan as tribute to the capital and gained fame. He made a profit of 300 taels of silver for each piece of paper, and he earned 600 taels of silver a month. Who the hell still cared about the business of the store?
That’s the good time!
He is the local emperor of the Chen family in Jing County!
Li Laozhang suffered a stroke and passed on his unique secret of making Bazhangxuan to his second son Li Ershun. However, his mother knew that Li Ershun was a stubborn person and would rather not have the dividend of 20 taels of silver a month than help him make Bazhangxuan. So Li Laozhang sent the father and son to Baochanduo Temple. Li Laozhang died of a limp in order to protect his son. Li Ershun hit his head and his eyes and nose were crooked. He could neither stand up nor speak.
The connections between Bazhang Xuan and Liuzhang Xuan were completely cut off!
After Jing County failed to make the Eight or Six Zhang Proclamation, the old woman of the Qu family came to Jing County to inquire about it. But one of them had gone to the earth and the other was dumb. They could neither cry out for injustice nor file a complaint. The Qu family could only attribute the matter to fate...
As a human being, how can you resist death?
Qu admitted the debt and let go of the Jingxian workshop, holding on to the three stores in Xuancheng. Although he made less money, he had a leisurely life - the money he earned from eating out was enough for him to live for two lifetimes!
Master Chen Liu wiped the yellow phlegm on the ground with his foot, then turned around and walked inside.
The old servant with the mustache seemed to remember something, "Master, do you think that pig was trying to defraud us? Is it possible that there is no account book at all?"
Master Chen Liu shrugged and laughed, "I don't care about him so much. If there is any, it's hidden in his house. If that pig bitch can't be found, she will never see the light of day, isn't that enough?"
The master and the servant gradually drifted apart.
Xianjin was behind the pillar, not daring to breathe, and only came out from behind the pillar after a long time.
The courtyard was bustling with the sounds of men drinking and smashing bowls, playing finger-guessing games to persuade others to drink, and the soft, happy laughter of women. Aunt Zhang was quick. As soon as she saw the family's carriage arrive, she dug out several large red lanterns from the warehouse, which were now hung at the door of the Chen family's residence.
The red light reflected on the snow, like an old, slow movie film.
Xianjin crossed his arms across his chest until his fingers became numb. His arms dropped and blood flowed to his fingertips.
She needs to think about it...
"are you going?"
A thin and gentle voice came from Xiaodi behind him, "Do you want to go to the Zhu residence at night?"
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