Jiaohua

Chapter 971 Branching Lord Zhi (update 7.21)

Xucheng is the seat of the county seat of Mingtai County. For two consecutive days, the streets and alleys were searching for a boy with the surname "Zhi".

The boy surnamed "Zhi" could not be found, but a "Ye" with the same surname came.

People in the government dared not offend this Lord Zhi, so they asked Qian Ri'an's subordinates to go and recognize him in person.

Ji Xiahe was drinking tea lightly, and behind him were two rows of "Northwest" big men with unfriendly faces.

The three Qian Ri'an's subordinates who came were dwarfs in their imposing manner, and they shook their heads sullenly, saying no.

"Can you see clearly?" Wei Dongyou clasped his hands on his chest and shouted, "Don't turn around and bite us back."

The men next to the nobles always walked sideways, but they couldn't afford to stiffen their necks in front of these big men with strong backs.

One person mustered up the courage to ask: "Dare to ask, do you have a younger brother, son, nephew?"

"I don't have a younger brother or nephew, and I'm in my early twenties this year, and I have a son who is at most four or five years old." Ji Xia replied.

"That's it, it's not." Qian Ri'an said.

Coming out of the house, the three hurriedly asked the people in the government what kind of style this "Master Zhi" is.

The little official who brought them here had a very soft voice, and briefly introduced to them the financial resources and contacts of this "Master Zhi".

"Then it seems that this has nothing to do with Master Zhi," said one of his subordinates, "The young man's clothes don't look like a rich man."

"It can't be at all," said the little official, "This Master Zhi just came yesterday, and in the past two days, wherever he goes, there are a group of people following him, all of them are very powerful."

Several people walked outside while talking.

As soon as they left, the "Northwest" big men who were posing in the house immediately stopped holding them.

Ji Xiahe also picked up the tea and went to the room. He will be very busy in the next two days.

The entire Mingtai county government was looking for Zhili everywhere, but he hadn't gone anywhere these past few days, and he didn't deliberately hide his identity to hide.

He just sat in the Four Seas Teahouse, drinking tea and listening to books.

The Four Seas Teahouse is neither big nor small, quiet and elegant. The decoration in the store is simple and exquisite, and the owner's taste can be seen in the large and small details at the entrance.

The teahouse was chosen by the old man. As soon as Zhili left and went to Zhuzhou, the old man wrote a letter, and the big owner behind the teahouse immediately made arrangements.

Since then, the whole teahouse has been looking forward to the arrival of the old man's two apprentices.

Now that you are separated, you don't need to think about anything else. Someone will take care of everything inside and outside.

From the mouth of the shopkeeper of the teahouse, Zhili found out that the person he beat up that day was Qian Xutian's ninth son.

And Qian Xutian's sixth son, Qian Yuandeng, was killed by his senior sister.

Right now, Li Ju and Qian Xutian must have known about Qian Ri'an's beating, and the shopkeeper was curious about their reaction.

Zhili was wondering why the senior sister killed Qian Yuandeng, but kept Mu Tingyu alive.

He and the shopkeeper sat facing each other, each resting their cheeks, each confused.

The buddy greeted respectfully, interrupting their thoughts, and looked at the same time.

A group of tall and thick men came in, only the head of the man was refined and gentle, dressed in expensive clothes, but restrained and calm.

"That's Lord Zhi," the shopkeeper said to Zhili in a low voice, "It is said that he is a very rich man who made his fortune from war."

"You know it."

"I don't know him, but my teahouse is full of people who come and go from north to south, and I have heard of his name a long time ago."

He also heard about it on Zhili Road, but he was not very interested in rich and wealthy businessmen, and Master Zhi was just one of the many wealthy businessmen that the person who mentioned him said that day.

People in the world are so boring. It's okay to rank the top ten wealthy businessmen, the four big profiteers, the five great generals, and the nine big heroes.

Fragmentation felt that it would be better if all four elements were empty.

The master Zhi was followed by four big men, one of whom was holding a pile of account books in his arms. They asked for a private room, and the clerk kindly led them upstairs.

"I didn't expect that," the shopkeeper said softly, "This Master Zhi is so pretty."

"I didn't expect either," Zhili said, "it doesn't look like a businessman at all."

Probably aware that they were talking about him, Master Zhi over there looked back.

As he turned his head, several subordinates also looked over.

After a slight look, they turned their heads.

When they disappeared from sight, the shopkeeper whispered, "Look at this, it's not easy to get along with..."

"The skills are good," Zhili said, "Sure enough, he came out to make a living, and his subordinates are all masters."

At afternoon application time, some gentlemen invited by the teahouse to write books will open the table and ask for their feet.

So when approaching this point, there will be many people in the teahouse.

The shopkeeper got up to go to work, and Zhili was still sitting in his original position.

There are some things that a storyteller can say.

Some things, if the storyteller said something, not only would they be carried away with the table, but the teahouse would also be lost.

Therefore, many people asked questions about those things in eastern Huazhou, but the storyteller dared not answer them.

He rested his cheeks in boredom, looked casually, and suddenly let him see a pair of official boots.

Looking up along the pair of official boots, a young man with a cold face sat silently in the crowd.

The tea drinkers around were full of interest, but he was unmoved, and kept staring at the storyteller on the stage.

After looking around, the man didn't have a weapon on him, and he didn't seem to have any companions around him.

Not sure if it was Tian Rongwei who "visited privately on Weibo", but what is certain is that this person is in an extremely bad mood right now.

Zhili retracted his gaze and lifted the teapot.

The teapot was light, and he knew it was empty, but he still shook it habitually.

Not wanting to bother the buddy, Zhili took the teapot to the east side hall, and went to the back hall along the banquet hall behind the pillars.

Just in front of him, there was a person going up and down the side stairs, Zhili looked up and saw that it was the subordinate of that master.

"Hey, buddy!" Wei Dongyou called.

Li Li stopped: "What is it?"

"I want a pot of Longjing, and I'll bring it here when it's ready!" Wei Dongyou popped out a small piece of silver as he spoke, "Here's a tip for you!"

Zhili has no experience as a clerk, but fortunately, he is agile and can grasp it securely as soon as he raises his hand.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wei Dongyou raised his thumb: "Little brother, yes! Not bad!"

"That's a lot!" Zhili held a small piece of silver, at least a penny, "You guys tip so generously."

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay," Wei Dongyou waved his hand, "Our master has a lot of money!"

"Then how much does your Master Zhi pay you?" Zhi Li asked.

Wei Dongyou was cheerful, didn't speak, turned and went upstairs.

Zhili felt that he should not take the money, so he went to the backyard, gave the money to the first guy he met, and at the same time asked the guy to take the pot of Longjing upstairs.

When he came back after making tea, he saw the young man in official boots with a cold face standing at the side stairs, he seemed to be hesitating whether to go upstairs or not.

Seeing the fragments appearing here, the young man rolled his eyes: "What are you looking at! Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)