A group of people started fighting, and Mr. Mu and his wife were somehow involved in it and were hit several times.
Lord Zeng and his men came over to suppress the attack immediately, "Stop it, all of you. Don't you want to live? I'll send you to hell right now."
As soon as he appeared, everyone stopped immediately.
Lord Zeng glared at these people angrily, "I gave you too much freedom, didn't I? All right, come on, lock the shackles."
Every one of them, regardless of gender, was locked up, even Mr. Mu was no exception.
For a while, there were constant cries for mercy.
He acted very decisively and suppressed the situation right from the start. Then he asked coldly, "Why are you fighting?"
Everyone looked at each other and dared not say a word.
Lord Zeng frowned and pointed at Master Mu, "You go ahead and tell me."
Mr. Mu glanced at his daughter, and Mu Wanqing nodded slightly at him. Then he told her the whole story.
It turned out that they were fighting for a carriage, as everyone wanted to be the first to own one.
Someone was jealous and wanted to stir up trouble, so he went to Mr. Mu and asked him to help open a back door.
Mr. Mu naturally refused and said that he did not have the ability to do so. However, the other party said something inappropriate, which annoyed Mr. Mu and he punched the other party hard.
Neither side gave in. Some stepped forward to stop them, while others stepped forward to help fight, and the situation became chaotic all of a sudden.
Fang Asan yelled with a pig-like face, "Master Zeng, he was the first to start. I was just protecting myself. It's really none of my business."
Didn't Mu Wanqing know the character of Master Mu? He was timid and afraid of trouble, and would hide away when he saw trouble. "Dad, what did he say to annoy you?"
Master Mu kept his mouth shut.
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, "Let me guess, you are saying bad things about me? Right?"
There is no other reason except this one.
Before Master Mu could say anything, Fang Asan's expression changed, "I didn't."
Mu Wanqing slowly took out a small piece of meat and said, "Whoever heard this and told others about it will get this piece of braised meat."
It was a pity to throw away the leftover marinade from the last time I braised the beef, so I used it to braise eggs and pork head, and the taste was incredibly mellow.
At dinner, the officials loved eating pig’s head with a little wine, and they were as happy as gods.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Everyone knew that she was an excellent cook. Moreover, eating meat chunks the size of a fingernail was already quite good.
A man spoke first, "I know, it was Fang Asan who said that you... were having an affair with Mr. Zeng, and that you were hanging out with him all day long..."
He didn't dare to say it too clearly, but everyone understood.
Mu Wanqing's face darkened. "You are slandering me. It seems that you are very dissatisfied with me."
Seeing that things had come to this point, Fang Asan decided to offend the enemy to the end.
"What did I say wrong? How can a little girl like you get to this point so easily? Even the police have to listen to you. What did you rely on? Isn't it just your beauty? We all know it."
Everyone: ...
No, no, no, they didn't think so.
Mu Wanqing sneered, "Beauty? It turns out that I have a face that will bring disaster to the country and the people. This is the first time I know this. Thank you for reminding me."
Master Mu looked at his daughter worriedly, "Qing'er, don't be angry. People like this have dirty thoughts."
Mu Wanqing doesn't care much about what others think, but if someone says bad things to her and she doesn't fight back, people will think she is easy to bully, and everyone will want to climb over her head and act tyrannically.
"Master Zeng, I apologize to you. It is my fault that I implicated you and damaged your reputation. I might even be reported."
Mr. Zeng looked unhappy. "Miss Third, you are too kind. I am just a yamen runner, not an official or a clerk. What reputation do I need?"
The status of yamen runners was very low, even lower than that of clerks, and their descendants could not take the imperial examinations.
But one thing is that they have been passed down from generation to generation, have deep roots in the local area, and are a considerable force, sometimes even able to overthrow the powerful.
Such people cannot be officials, have no future, and their descendants cannot make achievements. So what do they want? Of course, they want to get rich!
"What are you reporting me for? Doing business? The court has regulations that officials cannot do business, but we are not doing business."
"The court has only one requirement for the escort officers: to deliver the prisoners to their destination within the specified time, even if a few of them die along the way."
As he said the last sentence, his cold eyes fell on Fang Asan.
Fang Asan couldn't help but shudder. Oh no, he had completely offended Lord Zeng. Would he not send him to his death?
He trembled and regretted it deeply.
Mu Wanqing dared to make the suggestion at the beginning because she was sure of this point: the situations of officials and yamen runners were completely different.
Of course, she did not speak rashly. After observing Lord Zeng for a few days, she found that he was a man of integrity, unconventional in his behavior, a decent person, and had no ill intentions towards torturing the exiles.
The only thing he does is make money!
Sell various materials to exiles at high prices and make a profit from the difference.
The journey is difficult, with wind and sun, and thousands of miles of travel, isn't it all about making money?
As for the exiles spending money to buy carriages, it was not an exception. As long as they left the capital, it would be fine.
The officials are well aware of this and their attitude is tacit approval.
A voice suddenly broke out from the crowd, "Sir, I saw Fang Asan sneaking in contact with the guard whose hands and feet were tied up."
Zeng's expression suddenly changed. Guard Jiang from the Fifth Prince's Mansion? He didn't treat him harshly, he just restricted his ability to move, but it was obvious that he hadn't given up yet.
"Fang Asan, what did he tell you?"
Fang Asan refused to admit it, "I have never seen him, I don't know anything...ah."
The whip hit his body, causing him to scream in pain.
Fang Asan was not a tough guy. He confessed honestly after a few whippings. Guard Jiang asked him to stir up trouble, the more chaotic the better, so that everyone was in panic.
In return, he will bring Fang Asan back to the capital to work in the Fifth Prince's Palace.
Fang Asan was naturally tempted.
Mu Wanqing smiled faintly, "It seems that some people don't deserve to be treated kindly. Lord Zeng, Guard Jiang likes to make trouble so much, which means he eats too much. Why don't you just drink a bowl of thin porridge a day? We are all law-abiding citizens and cannot lynch them without authorization."
"Miss Third is merciful." Lord Zeng just wanted to successfully complete the escort mission and make some extra money along the way.
If everything went well, he would be able to earn enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Therefore, no one can disrupt his plan to make money.
What if he offended the Fifth Prince's Mansion? He had no chance of promotion, so he was not afraid of anything.
Besides, wealth and honor are achieved through risk.
"Fang Asan, since you listen to Guard Jiang so much, then you should be beaten with fifty sticks and stay with him. You can also try to eat a bowl of thin porridge a day."
Fang Asan begged desperately, but it was of no use, and no one was willing to plead for him.
After Fang Asan was beaten with fifty boards and dragged away dying, Mu Wanqing made a suggestion, "Master Zeng, I think we should start the reward mechanism."
Mr. Zeng made a gesture of invitation, "What do you mean?"
Mu Wanqing smiled and said, "The person who performs best every day will be given a little red flower. After collecting six red flowers, they will have the opportunity to buy a carriage. What do you think?"
Everyone exclaimed, how could this be possible?
Mr. Zeng understood what he meant as soon as he heard it. The idea was a bit crooked, but it must be said that under fair and just circumstances, it stimulated everyone's ambition.
Everyone wants to perform well, which makes management easier for them and kills two birds with one stone.
"Yes, but the number is a bit small. We will select six people every day. Miss San, you will have to work harder. You will be responsible for the assessment."
The sedan chair was carried by many people, and Lord Zeng transferred some power to her, allowing her to establish her prestige smoothly.
Last time, Mu Wanqing shared half of the beef sauce, beef balls, beef cubes and braised beef with him, and the taste was absolutely amazing.
Sharing the benefits together is the way to a long-term relationship.
Mu Wanqing took on the responsibility without hesitation. She was fair and had a keen eye. Every day, she would announce the candidates she picked to the public and explain the reasons for their selection, so that everyone would be convinced.
Mu Jinyao's performance was unexpectedly good, although she was sometimes absent-minded and stared at everyone with strange eyes, which made everyone feel uneasy.
But her management level improved by leaps and bounds. The group she managed always won first place and worked quickly and well.
She was one of the first people to receive six little red flowers, and the moment she owned her own carriage, she felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Being self-reliant is really great.
As for what her mother said in her ear, she simply ignored it.
Mu Wanqing said something very right: life is short, live it to the fullest.
After being reborn, she wanted to try a different way of living.
This time, she wanted to become stronger and be the master of her own destiny instead of being at the mercy of others.
If you have a carriage, you need supporting supplies, and you have to work harder to make money.
Mu Wanqing was very busy, she was brewing a plan.
On this day, she called Shen Yong, who gave her all the prices of the materials he had investigated, "Miss Mu San, when are we going to act? We are all getting impatient."
Mu Wanqing put the information aside and asked seriously, "Do you have the capital?"
"Eh?" Shen Yong felt his pocket. They had taken some silver with them when they went out on business, but it wasn't much. "I have 100 taels. If we all pool our money, we should have about 1,000 taels."
"What can you do with this little money?" Mu Wanqing looked down on this little money, her eyes rolling around, "Are you interested in doing a business with no capital?"
Shen Yong was so interested that he urged her anxiously, "Please tell me quickly."
Mu Wanqing waved at him and whispered her plan. Shen Yong's face turned pale and blue, filled with shock, disbelief, and disbelief.
How could there be such a woman in the world? She could talk about such a shocking plan and still be so calm.
Mu Wanqing raised her eyebrows, "Do you want to do it? Shen Yong, wealth and honor are achieved through risk."
"Let's do it." Shen Yong hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind. However, when he left, his feet were floating and he looked absent-minded.
It was a sunny and windy day, and Mu Wanqing slowly walked to a cart.
"Guard Jiang, are you okay?"
Guard Jiang was lying on a cart. His weak eyes could not open and his lips were bleeding from dryness. He only drank a bowl of thin porridge a day to stay alive.
He was so hungry that his whole body was weak and he was dying. He couldn't react when he heard Mu Wanqing's voice.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly for a long time before he recognized Mu Wanqing. All the new and old hatreds surged into his heart, and he cursed with strength from nowhere, "You witch, the Fifth Prince will not let you go. If you don't want to die, let me go..."
Mu Wanqing smiled and took out something, waving it in front of him, "What is this?"
Guard Jiang recognized it as the token of the Fifth Prince's Palace at a glance, "Are you scared? Do you want to beg for mercy?"
Mu Wanqing played with the token, her eyes were shrewd and smart, "Tell me, if I take this token to ask the local wealthy families for something, will they give it to me?"
Need I say more? I will definitely give it to you! Who dares to refuse a prince? Asking you for something means that he thinks highly of you. No matter how rich a family is, in the eyes of the royal children, it is easier to crush them than an ant.
Guard Jiang had a bad feeling, "What do you want to do?"
Jiang Wanqing smiled like a flower, "Just now, I asked someone to ask the wealthy Zeng family for 100,000 taels of silver as a tribute, and the Zeng family only had one request, which was to give their daughter to the Fifth Prince. I agreed on behalf of the Fifth Prince and asked them to take the initiative to send their daughter to the Fifth Prince's mansion."
The daughter of the Zeng family was also very happy. She heard that both the illegitimate and legitimate children were breaking their heads just to fight for a place in the Fifth Prince's Mansion.
Although it was not in her plan, there was no reason to refuse since both parties were willing to fight and be beaten, right?
Guard Jiang was stunned. "What... did you say? Are you crazy?"
Mu Wanqing took out a hundred thousand taels of silver and waved it in front of him. "I know the Fifth Prince likes beautiful women. This is called catering to his tastes. I am such a good person."
She smiled brightly, "Oh, by the way, I am using your name, Guard Jiang."
Guard Jiang: ...
This time he can’t clear himself even if he jumps into the Yellow River. He is finished!
Her escape route was cut off.
He can't go back to the Fifth Prince's Mansion! His future is completely ruined! Mu Wanqing, you devil!
Nothing is more murderous than this.
"If my companions knew..." they would help him clear his name!
Mu Wanqing laughed, "Shen Yong brought people there, of course, he claimed to be Guard Jiang, the Fifth Prince's confidant."
Guard Jiang: ...grass, a kind of plant.
Mu Wanqing clapped her hands, "Guard Shen, please come out."
Shen Yong walked out from the darkness with a complicated look, a mixture of guilt and joy, "Brother, you can't blame me. It's just that the charm of this silver was too great, and I couldn't resist it."
Mu Wanqing took out ten silver notes of 100 taels each and handed them to Shen Yong. "Give these to the brothers, and use the rest as capital. The next town is rich in tea, so we'll go there to buy some."
Making money is secondary. Her goal is to tie everyone on one boat and completely cut off Guard Jiang's escape route.
"Okay." Shen Yong was very happy to receive the money. "But, Miss Third, why are you accepting tea leaves?"
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