Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 11 How do you take the initiative to send money to someone’s doorstep to make money?
In Kaifeng Mansion, in Manager Zuo's prison, three people who were beaten unconscious were thrown into prison.

After a while, the officers and soldiers of these people reported the matter to the leader. The leader felt that the matter might not be underestimated, so he reported it directly to the director of the army, who was the largest official in Zuo Manager's prison.

After hearing the news, the officials couldn't help but feel a little strange.

These three gangsters were beaten by the vendors?
Are today’s vendors so bold?

Because Liu San and others often committed crimes, they came to the prison many times, and the officials were familiar with them. They knew that these three people were not good troubles, and they unexpectedly fell into the hands of traders.

And I heard that the person who instigated this incident was a young man?
This matter can be big or small. At the most serious level, it is just to encourage people to rebel and implicate the nine tribes. At the most small level, it is just a verbal education. It is nothing.

But coming from a 15-year-old boy, the officials were quite interested.

Fu Yin has been busy recently, so he probably doesn't have time to listen to such trivial matters, but he is free!
He wanted to see how this kid could kill these three ruffians.

Chonghe Street, Zhao He Residence.

Zhao He, who had just woken up, was doing radio gymnastics in the yard.

Guo Huai on the side has a decent voice and plays the role of a speaker in a decent manner.

"The third set of radio gymnastics for primary and secondary school students begins now."

The two masters and servants, no matter what era they are placed in, are like explosive existences.

After all, in modern times, there is no such thing as asking someone to chant slogans and ask you to perform gymnastics on the radio, right?
Zhao He knows very well that the body is the capital of revolution, and you have to be able to spend the money you earn. You can't just kick your legs before the money is spent.

The private school next door has already opened. Because the fee is low and there is no need to bring books, my father's people are happy to let this knowledgeable old man teach their children.

Fan Zhongyan is now called Fan Fuzi by the people. The old man can pull out a few profound-sounding words from his mouth. The people don't understand this, but they think there should be no problem for the old man to teach their children.

Fan Fuzi's private school already has more than a dozen students, the youngest is five or six years old, and the oldest is about ten years old.

Fan Zhongyan is known for being strict in his academic studies, but his somewhat rigid teaching will be interspersed with some interesting things, such as telling an allusion, to arouse children's interest.

It can be seen from this that Fan Zhongyan is actually not a corrupt scholar, and he will seek change.

"In ancient times, those who wanted to bring enlightenment and virtue to the world."

The children's voices were loud and clear. Before they finished reading a sentence, Fan Zhongyan would explain it carefully, and then write the words down with a brush for the children to learn.

Fan Zhongyan tried to use this method to make Zhao He listen more or less to stimulate his interest.

On the day he moved in, Fan Zhongyan knew that this boy would be difficult to deal with. Who would say that there is a ghost in his house when they first met?

Fan Zhongyan couldn't even sleep well these past two days!

Later I found out that it was this kid's joke, and the old man was so angry that he almost couldn't abide by the gentleman's ways and cursed loudly.

It is indeed difficult to teach a boy who has no food and salt. In other words, Fan Zhongyan has not been able to teach Zhao He anything from the beginning.

But looking at this kid, it seems like he can solve some of the problems he encounters.

It must be that he has been in the market a lot, watched a lot and learned some tricks, but these should not exist for a monarch.

As for Zhao He, he had been looking at Fan Zhongyan intentionally or unintentionally in the past two days.

When the old man was teaching, he would always put a few books on the table and use pen and paper without mercy, which showed that the old man had some money.

But why would a rich old man live next to his own house?

Zhao He felt that the old man must have some plans for him.

He must have seen that he was good-looking and wanted to find a husband for a beautiful girl from his descendants!

After exercising and sweating a little, Zhao He sat on a chair and listened to the sound of reading coming from the yard next door.

boring!

It was a stepping stone for advancement in the feudal era, but Zhao He didn't need that, so it was a bit annoying to hear it.

Zhao He simply went out for a walk.He doesn't have any hobbies. Apart from making money in the morning, he spends the rest of his time wandering around the city to see if there are any good-looking girls or young women in any house.

Just on the street, there is a stall selling pork. The stall owner is seven feet tall, has a big waist and a round face. Just looking at it makes people feel scared. But the pig butcher has a beautiful girl in her early fourteens at home.

Occasionally, Zhao He would see the little girl delivering food and water to his father, and Zhao He would also tease the little girl when the stall owner wasn't paying attention.

Every time the little girl is said to her, her face turns red. In fact, Zhao He didn't say anything outrageous at all, just like "Have you eaten?" If not, I will give it to you when I get home.

The ancients didn't understand these jokes, so they just expressed invitations to dinner. But just saying this made the little girl look shy.

This made Zhao He couldn't help but sigh, the ancients were better, at least he liked this purity.

On the other hand, in modern times, if you tell a girl a dirty joke, the girl won't even blush, but she can turn around and tell you something even sexier.

I'm joking, just to see your shy look, and to hear you tell a more obscene thing?
Further on, there is the tofu seller Chen Siniang mentioned earlier. This widow was a famous beauty in this area back then. Unfortunately, her husband died early. Now in her early thirties, her charm is still there.

When she saw Zhao He, Chen Siniang would wink and say hello: "Xiao Langjun, the tofu is very hot today, do you want to try it?"

Everyone knows that this tofu must be the wrong tofu, and Zhao He immediately and sternly refused.

I can't flirt with the woman that Uncle Guo likes!

To this day, Zhao He still doesn't know the identity of Eunuch Guo Huai. He just thinks that he may have aged so quickly because he has taken care of him for many years, so he wants to make more money so that he can enjoy some happiness.

Suddenly, a large group of people rushed over not far away. Zhao He's eyes widened when he saw this, and he ran away without saying a word!

Why run?No need to ask, those people are clearly here for him!
However, Zhao He failed to run away and was soon surrounded by a large group of people, nearly forty or fifty people.

These faces are very familiar to Zhao He. They are all traders on Chonghe Street.

Zhao He swallowed his saliva: "Everyone, it's bright and clear in broad daylight. I advise you not to do anything excessive. I, I have someone above me."

He took a step back and pointed his right hand at the sky. His accent came from an unknown place, which made a large group of people in front of him look confused.

There was naturally no one above Zhao He, and even if there were, he himself didn't know.

It was just because the fifty big men in front of him were really intimidating, and he was surrounded by so many people that he couldn't run away, so he came up with this strategy.

Isn't it because you saw yourself making money to take revenge?

One person cupped his hands and said, "Xiao Langjun, is it Xiao Langjun who is helping Wang Laowu and the others in those stalls?"

"We all heard today that the new breakfast items are selling like hotcakes. That kind of thing is definitely not something that just a few of them can make."

Zhao He was silent for a moment, knowing that these people would never come with such a big fanfare without having evidence. It was not easy to deny it at this time.

Was he trying to silence himself and make him spit out the formula?

"Ahem, that recipe was indeed taught to them by me. It can be regarded as a business."

One person was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Xiao Langjun, please help us too!"

"We are all in the night market business. During this period, the Zhouqiao Night Market, which is located next to Fan Tower, has been very popular. It has attracted almost all the customers. Those of us who are doing business are about to close."

"We heard that Mr. Xiao Lang could start this morning market, so we thought about whether we could ask him to help us. As for the conditions, Mr. Xiao can just mention it casually!"

"We don't want the vendors at Zhouqiao Night Market to show off their power to us, please help us!"

Seeing everyone's sincere pleading, Zhao He also breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, after such a battle, I thought I was going to be killed!
Unexpectedly, money came to him on his own initiative.

Zhao He put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Since you have said so, I can't refuse."

Seeing this, everyone twitched their mouths in unison.

He really deserves a beating. What should I do if I hit him?
(End of this chapter)