Fisherman's Song Dynasty

The female shopkeeper finally lost her patience, her pretty face like a peach blossom became as cold as ice, she ordered all the staff to surround her, Xu Lu sat back down again with a thump, her eyes were dull and her face was ashen, she was finally sure that today she was The picked son was screwed.

At this time, Xu Zizhen was already on the road outside the city, and he came to a small earth temple by the side of the road not long after. Ohno was already waiting here. There was a car parked behind the temple, and there were piles of cloth and silk in the car.

"Good job." Xu Zizhen boasted, looking at the pile of cloth, but it was difficult. These are all high-quality things, brocade, silk and satin noodles, none of which can be bought by ordinary people casually, and now the pit is coming. With so many, how to make a move has become a big problem.

Ono scratched his head and asked, "Master, what should we do with these things?"

"Don't make noise, I'm thinking."

"Oh."

A voice suddenly sounded: "Have you thought about it yet?"

Xu Zizhen said impatiently: "I told you not to make noise... Damn it! Why is it you again?" When he turned around, he found that it was not Ohno who was talking this time, but the old man who was elusive.

The old man smiled and said: "Why can't it be me? You kid crossed the river and demolished the bridge. I just helped you anyway, right? Didn't say anything, half of the meeting will be shared."

Xu Zizhen was not willing to buy his account. The old man did buy himself some time by holding the tailor, but it didn't have much effect on his actions. At this time, seeing the old man followed the lion again, he said angrily and amusedly. Said: "Okay, if you give half of the money, even the car and the cloth will be yours."

The old man thought about it seriously, and actually took out two gold ingots and a bank note: "OK, deal."

Now Xu Zizhen was dumbfounded: "Are you really giving it?"

The old man looked at him strangely: "Of course I did, you kid worked so hard to do this, isn't it just to make some money?"

Xu Zizhen fixed his eyes on the two gold ingots, which were 50 taels of big ingots, and even the silver bills were Qian Xingchang's currency notes, with a denomination of 2000 taels. He was stunned for a while, and blurted out: "You are so rich! ?”

The old man was dissatisfied: "When did I say that I have no money?"

Xu Zizhen finally came back to his senses, smiled like a flower and went to get the gold and silver notes: "Then I won't be polite."

"Wait." The old man shrank his hand and took the money back.

Xu Zizhen was stunned: "Didn't you regret it so soon?"

"Hey, this little money won't hurt me." The old man looked at Xu Zizhen with a smirk, "But I'm a little curious, what kind of enmity do you have with that Xu, you have to tell me that these gold and silver are yours. "

"Because he's a dog official." Xu Zizhen answered very frankly. There was actually no deep hatred between him and Xu Bingzhe, it was just that he was unhappy.

The old man was still very curious: "Then why didn't you kill him?"

Xu Zizhen sneered: "I'm not stupid. Killing an official is too troublesome. There's no need to take my life for his dog's life. It's enough to make his wife sick and disgusting."

The old man smiled hesitantly: "You are quite accurate, kid."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Xu Zizhen understood in his heart, but he still pretended to be stupid.

The old man smirked and said, "The shopkeeper Gui Xiangchun is pretty, right? That's the concubine of Mr. Liu left behind in the Jingzhao Mansion. Besides... this Mr. Liu and Mr. He, the governor, can't urinate in the same pot."

Xu Zizhen was stunned, and then said suspiciously: "I said you know a lot, someone in your family is an official?"

The old man stared: "Are you still going? Are you waiting for the dog officer to catch you?"

Xu Zizhen snatched the gold and silver from his hand: "You go first, I'll finish it later... The stolen goods are yours now."

The old man glared at him again, and suddenly smiled: "You boy, yes, I have a chance to buy you a drink later." After speaking, he walked away slowly with his hands behind his back. He drove the car away.

Xu Zizhen was stunned for a moment, and shouted, "Old man, what's your name?"

The old man's voice came from outside the door: "Just call Laozi Yong."

"Hey, this old man likes to call himself Lao Tzu even more than Lao Tzu." Xu Zizhen couldn't help laughing, and said to Ono, holding the gold in his hand, "You find a place to hide first, and I'll see you here at this time tomorrow."

Ono nodded: "Master, be careful."

Xu Zizhen smiled: "It's okay, young master, I'll go back and watch the excitement."

……

Half an hour later, Xu Zizhen appeared at the gate of Jingzhao Mansion again, but now he was a different person from just now, he had already taken off his leather robe, and put on a light blue Confucian shirt, wearing a Putting on a square scarf, shaking a folding fan in his hand, his beard has been shaved clean, the Northwest swordsman who was dressed in dust just now has been perfectly transformed into a handsome young man in troubled times.

There were many more sergeants at the gate of the city, and they were yelling to check out the people in the city, especially the men with beards. .

Xu Zizhen was thinking about Zhuo Ya who was sleeping alone in the inn, so he sped up his steps, but he turned a corner and went outside the gate of Guixiangchun when he came to the inn. Before he got close, he saw the front of Guixiangchun gate from a distance. There were many people around, among them were Yin He Zhengzhang and Xu Bingzhe of the Jingzhao Mansion, but they were all wearing ordinary casual clothes, with embarrassing expressions, and they were whispering something to a middle-aged scribe in the shop.

The scribe looked less than forty, with a white beard and slender eyes. There was no expression on his face, but he dealt with He and Xu lightly, with an extraordinary bearing. It seemed that he was the left-behind Master Liu, Tao Hua. The female shopkeeper with a face was standing behind him, her face full of displeasure, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

Xu Zizhen couldn't see it clearly from a distance, so he simply moved closer. Anyway, Xu Bingzhe didn't have time to pay attention to others at the moment, and he was probably still trying to excuse his old mother.

Sure enough, when he got closer, he saw Xu Bingzhe's old mother, Xu Lushi, sitting in the shop, her face was pale and her eyes were dull, while her daughter-in-law and sister-in-law Yu Xiaotao stood tremblingly behind her, apparently quite frightened.

The advantage of being close is that you can even hear their conversations. When Xu Zizhen came over, he heard Xu Bingzhe say with an apologetic smile: "Master Liu, this...my mother is also old and confused. I hope your lord and madam will forgive me, and the officials will pay for those goods, and pay for them."

He Zhengzhang also greeted with a smiling face: "Brother Guangshi, this matter is just a misunderstanding, why not sell Brother Yu to save face? In the future..."

Mr. Liu raised his eyelids to glance at him, and interrupted lightly: "Is this what Mr. He said about face?" He said and pulled the female shopkeeper over.

The female shopkeeper stood up angrily, Xu Zizhen saw clearly at this time, there were five finger marks clearly printed on the peach blossom face, and it was no need to guess that it belonged to the old shrew Xu Lushi.