Zhao Hu bought a cow at the market, and the shopkeeper gave him a wooden cart as a gift, which he tied to the cow to make a cowcart.
Rice is expensive in the capital; a cow costs twenty taels of silver.
It's unaffordable for the average person.
Zhao Hu didn't care; having several hundred taels of silver on him allowed him to experience the joys of being a marquis.
However, he felt that he couldn't imagine just how happy the Marquis was.
He didn't care whether he would be ripped off by vendors.
The merchants around here would never cheat anyone else but the people of the Marquis's mansion.
Because if others found out, they would definitely squeeze him out so much that he couldn't continue doing business.
This is the reputation that the Marquis gained during his few days in the capital: a living Buddha to all.
Some ordinary people even secretly built a shrine for this disciple of the immortal.
We burn incense and offer prayers every day, hoping that the Marquis will live a long and healthy life.
In Lantian County today, anyone who doesn't speak well of this divine disciple will be accused of forgetting their roots.
After buying the ox, he went to the grain store and bought some firewood, rice, oil, salt, wine, meat, noodles, and cloth.
These are all things we need at home, and the wine is for my father.
He endured so much hardship to raise me, and now that he's finally made something of himself, it's time for him to enjoy life.
Thinking of his parents' reactions to seeing so many things, Zhao Hu couldn't help but laugh. He felt a surge of energy and wished he could go home right now.
Make my parents proud.
I earned all of this little by little, and now I can finally repay my parents for raising me.
Pulling the oxcart and holding the embroidered spring knife at his waist, he couldn't help but laugh, and his steps became much lighter.
Once outside the city, Zhao Hu sat on an oxcart and slowly made his way to Zhao Family Village.
We arrived at the village entrance close to dusk.
Several villagers were busy with farm work in the fields when they saw an oxcart loaded with goods approaching from afar.
They were somewhat surprised.
Although there were one or two cows in the village, they belonged to the landlord and were extremely precious.
No one would let an ox pull so much stuff; the landlord would be heartbroken.
As the oxcart drew closer, they discovered that a person dressed in official robes was sitting on it, which frightened them so much that they dared not look up at him.
They were afraid of offending someone important.
He even gestured in the local dialect to a nimble young man to go back and tell the village chief that officials had arrived.
Sitting on the oxcart, Zhao Hu began to feel nervous, wondering how he would explain to his parents that he had earned so much money.
What will the villagers think of him? What if someone asks him later: "Old Zhao, do you want a wife?"
Should I accept it or not?
Lost in his thoughts, Zhao Hu felt a pang of trepidation as he approached his hometown.
General Zhao, who is ruthless on the battlefield, is now nervous.
Before even entering the village, I saw a group of people walking towards me.
The one leading them was the village chief.
"Sir, what brings you to our Zhao Family Village?"
The village chief only saw Zhao Hu's clothes and couldn't look him in the eye.
Others may not know, but he does.
This outfit looks very expensive, and the large gold medal on the waist is glittering in the sunset.
The shoes on her feet were even sewn with gold thread.
In addition, there was a cow, and the things on the oxcart.
The village chief couldn't help but do some calculations with his fingers.
Then he realized he couldn't calculate how much these things were worth.
But this guy looked like a big shot, so he started to panic.
Why are such a large number of officers and soldiers coming to our remote little village?
Surely it's not another forced conscription.
The soldiers and officers of the Ming Dynasty had a bad reputation among the people.
Therefore, the people of Zhao Family Village were somewhat afraid.
They all held hoes and stood behind the village chief.
They were trying to bolster their numbers with sheer numbers.
However, their shifty eyes clearly indicated that they were a motley crew.
Zhao Hu looked at them, smiled, and shook his head.
Disorganized and undisciplined, this group of villagers faced off against his men. Five men were all they needed to kill.
And there will be no casualties.
If I include myself, maybe...
Thinking of this, Zhao Hu slapped himself. What the hell are you thinking? These are all your brothers, relatives, and friends.
He felt like he was obsessed with reading military strategy books lately.
Wherever I go, I'm always thinking about how to break in and kill everyone inside.
He jumped off the oxcart, went over and helped the village chief up; "Fourth Uncle, it's me, Tiger, Zhao Laosan's son, Zhao Hu!"
"You're Tiger!"
Upon hearing this, the village chief suddenly looked up and stared at Zhao Hu, scrutinizing him.
After looking for a while, he finally recognized that the high-ranking official in front of him, dressed in fine clothes, was none other than his third brother's good-for-nothing eldest son.
"You...you...this..."
Zhao Laosi pointed at Zhao Hu, then at the things behind the oxcart, his face filled with shock, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Oh my god, it really is Tiger!"
Several women recognized him and began to clap their hands and exclaim in surprise.
"Why are you back, Tiger? And what's with this cow and the clothes you're wearing?"
They still found it hard to believe that the skinny, lazy good-for-nothing lad who was obsessed with making his way in the world just a few years ago was now dressed like an official.
The surrounding villagers gradually recognized him, and they all gasped in shock, as if the temperature around them had risen.
Then they let out a series of exclamations of surprise.
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