Chapter 237 Possessing only martial arts skills
The afterglow of the setting sun.
The estate was unusually quiet; He Ran was almost asleep.
"When will Yao'er make her move?"
"You think you can give these fat, bloated parasites a chance?"
Meng Shilan smiled and said, "What's the rush? Haste makes waste."
"Besides, with such a beautiful view, it's good to take a rest."
He Ran lay on the table and hummed, "I came here because you told me you robbed the rich to help the poor."
"This great hero possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, yet there is no opportunity for him to demonstrate them."
Meng Shilan sat down next to him. "Yes, yes, no, don't rush."
"I'll take you to choose a good horse tomorrow, so you won't be restless."
The last rays of the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
The head of the estate, along with several servants, carried over three or four large boxes.
"Miss, these are the account books for this year and last year on the estate. Please take a look."
He raised his hand, signaling the servant to open the boxes one by one.
A cloud of dust rose up, and Chunxing, who was closest to the tree, sneezed several times.
"How come the account books, which are only a year or two old, are so dusty? Don't you guys clean them up?"
Chunxing covered her mouth and nose and waved the dust in the air.
The head steward's expression stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "These ledgers will be sealed and stored in the warehouse after being checked with the steward."
"Then they won't arrange for anyone to clean it anymore, which is why there's so much dust."
"It was the negligence of a petty person; they didn't wipe it clean before carrying it up."
Meng Shilan didn't hold his mistake against him, saying, "It's not important. Just wipe it clean and go downstairs."
Yes, yes.
The head of the village simply grabbed his sleeve and wiped the box clean.
He led the servant out the gate, and only when he could no longer see the light and shadow behind him did he lower his voice and give him instructions.
"Go and bring back those two chestnut ponies that you sent out a few days ago."
"Just say I'm borrowing it for a few days, and I'll definitely return it in ten days."
The servant responded, turned and left the manor, disappearing into the darkness.
The next day.
He Ran got up very early and practiced a set of boxing techniques in the courtyard.
She was full of energy and felt that if she didn't find something to do, she would tear the whole estate down.
"Yao'er, let's go to the horse market today!"
Meng Shilan was leaning against the window reading a book when she heard this. She looked up with a smile in her eyes.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
As the two left, the head of the farmhouse secretly glanced at the box that had been carried in the day before.
What it looked like when I opened it yesterday is still exactly the same as it was yesterday.
He scoffed, "What's the point of checking accounts? It's just a bluff."
If he were like those foolish stewards, easily exposed, then all his years as the head of the estate would have been for nothing.
He followed behind with a beaming smile, "Miss, which horse market are you going to? I'll prepare a car for you."
Meng Shilan: "Go to the biggest one in the outskirts of Beijing."
The headman nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll arrange it right away."
Meng Shilan knew that many aristocratic families had this problem on their estates.
The head of the household has limited energy, so he turns a blind eye and allows the head of the estate to skim some profits for himself.
However, the head stewards and managers of the Duke of Zhenguo's manor have been freed from the control of their master since then.
He wasn't just after a little profit; he wanted to drain the Zhenguo Duke's mansion dry.
Meng Shilan sneered inwardly.
These village chiefs relied on the fact that Lord Meng was far away on the border, far from the emperor, and had no time to concern themselves with such petty gains.
They thought they could fool the boss with a fake account.
The horse market is still as lively as ever.
It still smells terrible.
Three years ago, she took Fu'er to inquire about the black market in the horse market in order to find a fake travel permit.
Looking back now, it was incredibly audacious.
If they had really encountered unscrupulous human traffickers, she and Fu'er would probably be dead by now.
Meng Shilan looked toward She Erniang's stable.
The girl who was diligently brushing the horse was gone, replaced by a man with shifty eyes.
Once He Ran entered the horse market, she couldn't stay still; she would eagerly approach any horse she saw.
Actually, you won't see any good horses here.
Purebred horses must be reserved in advance.
However, He Ran's hobbies were either playing with guns or riding horses.
So what's the difference between this and putting a pile of silver in front of her?
"Miss, are you looking for horses? I have some really good stuff!"
He Ran merely glanced at it upon hearing this.
"Good stuff? Where did you get yours? We don't even have two good horses on hand."
The vendor's expression froze for a moment.
"Miss, miss, look at my horse."
Another vendor led up a completely black horse.
Although it is not a rare breed, the horse has a beautiful and agile physique and can be considered an excellent horse.
He Ran showed some interest.
How much does this horse cost?
Meng Shilan then chimed in, "Are there any better breeds of horses? Smaller ones are fine too."
The vendor hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes!"
"It's just that we can't get it now; it will take a few days."
Meng Shilan hesitated for a moment, "It will take several more days..."
The horse business was never intended for ordinary people.
There are very few people coming to buy horses of good breed.
If you have good products in hand, you risk being stuck with them if you don't sell them quickly.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, "Five days! Five days at most!"
Meng Shilan smiled and nodded, "Okay, then five days."
He bought the horse, which was in decent condition, and left a deposit, agreeing to pick it up in five days.
As soon as the two left the horse market, they saw a familiar figure flash by.
"Yao'er! Look!"
"He couldn't help but slip up!"
The head of the village darted into a small alleyway.
He Ran wanted to chase after her, but Meng Shilan stopped him.
"Don't go, it will only lead to a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand?"
Meng Shilan pulled her into the carriage. "We had just arrived at the horse market when he deliberately showed up here. He was just trying to test us."
“The Duke of Zhenguo’s estate is not just this one estate, but six others. They must all be in cahoots.”
“It’s harvest season now, and the grain is in storage. They’ve been cooperating for so many years, transferring benefits between them.”
"Keep calm and don't let your guard down."
He Ran pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
How could she remain calm? On the frontier, what's needed is youthful vigor and spirit!
I wanted to keep enduring it.
She probably wouldn't even have a chance to find the other party's weakness before she suffocated herself.
Meng Shilan knew she was impatient.
Children who grow up in military camps are raised on fists and kicks.
If you're not happy, settle it with your fists.
Whoever wins, we'll listen to them.
However, for those living in the mansion, it's not enough to just be good at martial arts.
In the inner quarters of the house, those who kill silently are often insignificant little people.
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