Hao Xiangxiang had already received inside information and obediently waited at the entrance of Youranju, all in order to cultivate a relationship with Zheng Ruqian.
Although she didn't particularly like this poor boy, her father praised him for being shrewd and measured, and her mother praised him for being honest and upright, a natural businessman, and also for his simple and honest nature, saying he would definitely treat her well.
Later, I took a look at You Ran Ju and thought he was quite handsome, so I settled down to cultivate our relationship.
Even that one "Brother Zheng" was a tender and coquettish expression she had practiced countless times at home before she could truly capture it.
But to Zheng Ruqian, it was like a thunderclap.
The thirteen-year-old boy cautiously raised his head, looking at Hao Xiangxiang, who was about the same height as him but twice as wide. His teeth chattered, "Hao, Hao, Miss Hao..."
"Just call me Xiangxiang." The fifteen-year-old girl had a full moon-like face, but her expression was full of shyness. "Father said you waited for me at Youran Residence just to see me. Now that Xiangxiang is here, would you like to invite me to stroll around East Street?"
East Street, a street in the eastern part of the city, sells mostly inexpensive trinkets, which are most popular with young women.
Wang Mingyu bought his jade pendant there.
No, that's not the point. The point is, who's been waiting here on purpose? And who's just here to see her?
Zheng Ruqian was filled with grief and indignation. He said, "How could that old fox, Manager Hao, have agreed to the sausage business so readily? So that's what he was waiting for."
Having just pressed his fingerprint, there was no chance to back out, and he couldn't afford to offend Hao Xiangxiang rashly.
Zheng Ruqian could only rack his brains and say tactfully, "I still have younger siblings at home, so I'm afraid I can't go for a stroll on East Street."
"You have younger siblings at home?" Hao Xiangxiang said innocently. "Don't worry, Xiangxiang will be a capable sister-in-law and help you take care of your younger siblings."
Zheng Ruqian froze again.
Why isn't Hao Xiangxiang as annoying as Niu Xianxian? That way, he could get rid of her without hesitation, instead of having to think carefully to avoid hurting a kind young girl's heart.
“It’s like this, Miss Hao.” He stammered, “I’m still young, and I’m not thinking about marriage for the time being. I’ll have to be at least fifteen years old.”
Hao Xiangxiang nodded thoughtfully, "I understand, I will wait for you until you are seventeen."
Zheng Ruqian burst out laughing.
Standing behind him, Wang Xiaosong covered his face in sympathy, feeling sorry for his employer.
After a long struggle, Zheng Ruqian composed himself and said seriously, "Miss Hao has misunderstood. I cannot hinder your future. I only wish that you will find your true Mr. Right in the future."
After saying that, without waiting for Hao Xiangxiang's reply, he clasped his hands in a fist and fled.
Wang Xiaosong followed behind him, as if fleeing a disaster.
Even from a distance, the two could still hear Hao Xiangxiang calling out, "My parents say you are my Mr. Right."
Fortunately, the shoes he was wearing today had non-slip soles made by Aunt Zhang herself; otherwise, Zheng Ruqian would have stumbled and broken two of his front teeth.
They slunk back to the courtyard with the hairpin.
Master Zheng, who left home in high spirits, returned home in a disheveled state.
Chang Yan and Wen Zhiyun, who were discussing something, stood up in surprise when they saw him like this. "Second Brother, were you chased by wild dogs?"
Zheng Ruqian spat lightly onto the ground, "Ptooey, ptooey, don't talk nonsense."
Although Hao Xiangxiang is not considered beautiful, she deserves to be insulted for her kind heart and willingness to take care of her younger siblings.
"The master has caught the eye of a young lady," Wang Xiaosong rarely chimed in.
Chang Yan opened his mouth wide, exchanged a glance with Wen Zhiyun, and both of them wisely kept quiet.
Fang Heng, wielding a long staff, came in and joked, "Second Brother is really something. Our eldest sister-in-law isn't even here yet, and he's about to have a second sister-in-law."
Little Jiang Sheng, who was holding a sausage, heard the last part of the sentence and skipped over, "Second sister-in-law? What second sister-in-law? Second brother is so amazing?"
The whole family burst into laughter.
Only Zheng Ruqian glared resentfully at Fang Heng, unable to express his grievances.
He clearly has a gentle and refined elder brother and a dashing and spirited younger brother, so why is it that this ordinary little shrewd businessman has been targeted? It must be because Hao Xiangxiang has never met the elder brother and the younger brother, otherwise she would definitely fall for someone else.
etc……
Old Zheng stared intently at Fang Heng, his eyes filled with scrutiny and calculation, making Fang Heng feel uneasy.
"Second Brother, what are you doing?" Fang Laosan clutched his chest. "We're brothers."
“We’re brothers,” Zheng Ruqian said with a sly smile. “Good brother, if your second brother is in trouble, shouldn’t you lend a helping hand?”
Fang Heng frowned.
Zheng Ruqian put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a corner to whisper to him.
A short while later, Fang Heng looked up in shock, "No, this is unacceptable."
How could a decent man do such a deceitful thing?
Zheng Ruqian remained calm and slowly straightened his clothes. "I heard you wanted to find some sharp blades to replace the stick? After all, the battlefield is all about real swords and spears, and you can't really use a stick effectively."
Fang Heng's expression froze instantly.
This was indeed a problem that had been troubling him recently. Unlike other dynasties, the Dayu Dynasty strictly controlled weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds. Ordinary people were not qualified to own them, let alone the Iron-Blooded Sword, which was simply unavailable for purchase.
He did manage to steal one when he was plotting against the constable Gao, but unfortunately he had to hand it over as evidence.
Even now, Fang Heng and his eight servants can only practice with sticks.
Although it is imposing and powerful, it still lacks the sharpness of a blade.
"Second Brother, do you have this connection?" Fang Heng was excited, but he didn't forget to remind him, "We can't violate the laws of the dynasty; we have to obtain it through legitimate channels."
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