Yu Jun

Chapter 200 Send IOU

Su Mingquan ate a piece of cake very dissatisfied, chewing it, he felt sweet and sour, the taste was very good, and for a moment he forgot where he said.

"Where did I say?"

Liu Boyu said: "You said that you will never be on a boat in your life."

He has lost his own brother, and all the rest of the family are holding his bowl, eating his food, and trying to knock him down with ulterior motives. Only Su Mingquan is left, and he can still talk about it. from the bottom of my heart.

If Su Mingquan sank into the sea again, he would really be alone.

Su Mingquan immediately showed an expression that I didn't say anything, but I don't care about you, and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth again.

"By the way," Liu Boyu went to the bookshelf to pick up a copy of "Ji Ran Pian" and shook, but couldn't shake anything out of it, "Thanks to Wu Jin this time, I will also give him a big gift."

He took down a few more dithering books one after another, and finally found Wu Yi's IOU from "Tao Zhu Gong's Business Classic": "Send it to Wu Jin's house."

"Really?"

"A husband is more expensive than a wife."

Liu Boyu looked Su Mingquan up and down, wondering if Mo Lingfeng had any plans to raise his face.

Su Mingquan made his hair stand on end. His throat moved, he swallowed the pastry in his mouth, grabbed the IOU and walked out. Seeing that the heavy rain didn't want to stop for a while, he got pregnant with the IOU, put on a coir raincoat and hat, and shouted for someone to lead the horse.

Liu Boyu heard that he was going to ride a horse in the house, sighed and shook his head——Big idiot, it’s raining so hard, why can’t you drive a carriage and go out?

Su Mingquan dressed neatly like a chivalrous man, and after halfway on the horse, he regretted it - his head and upper body were still dry, but the bottom of his buttocks was soaked, and the horse was drenched, his head slumped, and the walk was painful.

One man and one horse braved the rain to Shishi Street, but Su Mingquan found that the horse couldn't get in.

He could only get off his horse and walk in, and knocked on the door of Wu's house for a long time, but he couldn't open it, but the door of the foot shop opposite was opened, and the shopkeeper told him that Wu's family had moved to Baishiqiao.

Su Mingquan frowned immediately, walked out of Shishi Street helplessly, and then walked towards Baishi Bridge. As he walked, he felt that he had forgotten something. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly froze—the horse was gone.

The horse disappeared so quietly and so naturally that he even forgot that he was riding a horse.

"Damn it—" He got a bad start and cursed, "Steal your grandpa's horse! I'll take over your den of thieves tomorrow! Don't even look at what your grandpa is doing..."

He scolded and walked, and when he reached the Baishi Bridge in frustration, his whole body was already soaked.

Wearing a heavy coir raincoat and a wet bamboo hat, he looked for each house and saw the lintel of "Wu's house" hanging outside the door. He was overjoyed, and hurriedly knocked on the door, fearing that it would be raining heavily, and Wu Jin would not be able to hear him. Then he slammed the door loudly.

The people inside were sleeping soundly, so they woke him up, and they came out angrily with an umbrella, and scolded him when they saw him: "Knock knock knock! Knock your mother! Who are you!"

"I'm looking for Wu Jin." Su Mingquan glanced in, "Where is Wu Jin?"

"I think you're looking for death!" The man was furious, "Isn't he the only family in the world with the surname Wu! He doesn't stop all day, and if you scold him, you'll hit his house! Don't force yourself in front of my house. Our family has nothing to do with that shameless villain." It doesn't matter at all!"

Su Mingquan was very surprised. He opened his mouth to look at the man. Amidst the man's cursing, he drew out the knife without warning, stabbed the man in the heart, and killed him in the rain.

The rain washed away the blood and the smell, and the corpse quickly became cold, and the eyes never closed.

"It's not that Wu Jin is still so arrogant, the dead mule has stained my hands."

He pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground casually. The bumps and unhappiness along the way finally found a place to vent.

Looking at the blood spots on his fingers with disgust, he bent down and plunged his hands into the running water to wash them off, straightened up, and continued to look for Wu Jin.

There was no one there on a rainy night, so he walked all the way to the end of Baishiqiao Street, only to see a Wu's house again.

This time, he called Wu Jin twice before he knocked on the door, and told himself secretly: "This may not be Wu Jin, don't be angry."

The door opened, he looked up, and this time he really saw Wu Jin.

He laughed "Hey", he really wanted to tell Wu Jin the twists and turns of his journey, but he was afraid that he would forget the time when he said it, so he just kept silent, stuffed the wet IOU in his hand, turned his head and left.

Wu Jin frowned and watched the person whose face was hidden in the shadow of the bamboo hat leave, then looked down at the IOU in his hand, retreated to the door, closed the door and opened the umbrella, and walked back to the corridor through the puddles of water.

The house is already two yards, for their family of four, it is spacious and quiet, he and Wu Yi live in the front yard, and his parents live in the back yard, it is so quiet that it is uncomfortably quiet.

Back in the house, he lit the oil lamp and carefully looked at the IOU in his hand, knowing that Liu Boyu would not suddenly be kind.

Has Mo Lefeng looked for him?
It must be so, and it must be because of Wang Zhizhou's matter - the two of them are doing the same thing in different ways.

He pressed the IOU on the table, didn't think about anything, just sat there for a long while, and when he was about to blow out the oil lamp, he suddenly heard a woman's scream not far away, piercing through the heavy rain, piercing people's hearts .

No one expected that the rumors against Wu Jin would end in a murder case.

It was rumored that someone was jealous and came to kill Wu Jin in the rain, but knocked on the wrong door and killed a man with the same surname Wu.

The murderer threw down the sharp knife and fled. The heavy rain washed away all traces, and the yamen was helpless. Everyone in Kuanzhou City closed their mouths angrily in order to confess their innocence, not uttering a single word "Wu".

For another three days, Mo Lingfeng also returned to the fortress.

The noisy Kuanzhou City was completely quiet, but Jinlu was unexpected. The weak prince bucked the trend, took control of the court, and became emperor.

In June of the 28th year of Yuanzhang, a sudden change occurred.

The young monarch bared his fangs and suddenly approached the fort. The military situation was urgently sent to Beijing, and then a steady stream of food and other supplies were sent to the fort. However, the two villages of Huaiyuan and Dingchuan still fell on July [-]th. The fortress in Pingheng Mountain is located outside Gaoping Village.

Once Gaopingzhai is broken, Kuanzhou City will bear the brunt and will become the last line of defense to stop the Jinlu.

The tabloids are changed every day, and the newspaper deliverers are running around with their newspaper bags on their backs. The news in the court flies to the ears of ordinary people along with these pieces of paper. In the fortress of the kingdom, some people want to negotiate peace again, the news is disturbing, and the people in Kuanzhou City are panicked.

It wasn't until August that the Jinlus could not attack Gaoping Village for a long time, and instead stationed troops outside Gaoping Village to consolidate the territory and wait for the opportunity, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The Kuanzhou Fajie Test was launched amidst this turmoil. After the worries about the battle situation dissipated, everyone remembered another gamble——the spring covenant between the young man of Mofuzhai School and Wang Jinghua, the son of Wang Zhizhou.

Teahouses and taverns added more talking points, and Guanpu Guifang even opened a betting market, betting on whether Qi Chang can successfully pass the autumn.

(End of this chapter)