Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang

   Chapter 852 A word to wake up the dreamer

  Jiang Murong got up and walked over, hugged the sixth sister, and spit out a word:

"it is good!"

   Hearing the voice of the eldest sister regained her confidence and fighting spirit, Jiang Liu, who was in tears, smiled sweetly.

   This day was just an ordinary day for Jiang Liu, but it was a different day for Jiang Murong.

A few years later, the eldest sister, who had trained Li Zhengqiu to be more obedient than a dog, took Jiang Liu's hand and thanked her with heart and lungs for "awakening the dreamer with one word". what.

   Because of the last few days of Jinglong's eighth year, a big event happened to the Jiang family. This incident shocked Kang An, and Jiang Liu, who was caught off guard, was so busy that he couldn't remember what he had chatted with his eldest sister in the room.

At this time, the two core figures of the big event, one stood on the wide square of the West Market, discussing with the merchants how to do the night market in the West Market so as to win the first place; , and bargained with Qian Laile, the landlord of Zhaixing Building.

Qian Changle was sitting across from the little brown-faced Jiang Ling, rubbing a golden Buddha with long fingers in his hand, with a fake smile on his fierce square face, "Little General Ren, we don't speak secretly. My top 1,000 people in the building of Zhaixingxing have their brains on their belts, don't they just want to make a few taels of silver, so I can buy a few more feet of cloth and two fish for my family this year? Even if I sell at a loss, I will be counted. If you answer, the brothers in my building will not answer. The little general will give me as much silver tael as Gu Yuelou."

   Don't look at your own weight, still want the same price as others? Guyuelou is number one in the world, but you are barely second in Zhaixinglou.

  Jiang Ling calmly said, "Lord Qian, Jiang Ling only asks you one thing: if the bodyguard fails, Guxinglou will pay ten times the dart silver, and how many times will Zhaixinglou pay?"

Qian Changle's face trembled three times, and he said without a smile, "The darts are different, and the compensation method is of course different. The Guyuelou is guarding you, the general, and the opponents are the rabble; I am the Zhaixinglou faction. The first-class master, who protects the Jiang family's Liu Niang, who is right..."

  Qian Changle pointed his hand up, indicating that the star-picking building was facing the Qin family, and then continued, "Can it be the same?

"It's really different, but my sixth sister's kung fu is by no means inferior to me. This time the **** has no money and the landlord thinks it is as difficult. As for those who need to be guarded..." Jiang Ling offered conditions, "That's it. If they reveal their identities , rushing up in broad daylight, there is no need for your building to deal with it, and all other assassinations will be resisted by your first-class masters. If my sister-in-law has an accident, your building will compensate me ten times of dart silver. If the landlord agrees, Then the price of this dart is the same as that of Guyuelou."

   What a black boy with a black face and a black heart! Qian Changle clenched the iron order, gritted his teeth and said, "Small injuries don't count!"

   "Dare to ask the landlord, what is the difference between a minor injury and a serious injury?" Jiang Ling stared at Qian Changle, "It would have hurt the reputation of Harmony and Guilou because of a dispute afterwards. How about we draft a charter today?"

  Qian Changle scolded, this **** cake really deserves to be Jiang Feng's son, just as disgusting!

   At the critical moment, Jiang Ling made another big move. He took out a peach wood talisman and put it on the table, and pushed it towards Qian Changle, "Master Yu Yuanzi knew that I was here to see the landlord, and asked me to bring a peace talisman to ward off evil spirits and ward off evil spirits. May this talisman bless the building. Live in peace, Changle, and wealth.”

   Damn, no matter how much money you make, it's useless to spend your life!

  Qian Changle took the peach wood talisman, and his face looked much better, "Look at the son of Daoist Yu Yuanzi, let's each give a step, the price of the dart is 20,000 taels, and the compensation is five times."

  Jiang Ling responded eagerly, "Okay! Let's discuss the details now?"

   Qian Changle heard the words, and his face turned black. Your grandmother's, I have given you 10,000 taels, and you need a fart detail!

  Jiang Ling suggested very considerately, "I think Guyuelou's dart contract is well written, how about we copy a copy of Guyuelou's?"

   Copying according to the foe? Didn't that slap him in the face! Qian Changle reluctantly said, "No, I have this thing ready-made in my building, but I didn't bring it with me in a hurry today, we will sign it after I get it. Arrange someone to protect Miss Jiang Liu."

   "I didn't bring so much silver taels when I went out, and I need to go back and get it." Jiang Ling was very talkative, "Look, let's talk about this at this time and place tomorrow, okay?"

  Qian Changle said immediately, "Don't delay until tomorrow, we can talk about it later today!"

   His ancestors, he doesn't want to see this **** again tomorrow!

Qian Changle was reluctant to do this business in his heart, but this black boy came to the door with a black iron order, not to mention that he paid him to do things, even if he didn't give him a penny, Zhaixinglou would have to pinch his nose. Should come down, otherwise it will be his own sign

  If the Jiang family really dared not give a penny, and how to make up for it after securing this escort, that would be another story. But since people came here politely with money, Qian Changle acted according to the rules.

   As for the younger son of the Qin family, he has to take good care of him. You can't earn the money to assassinate the Jiang family's little overlord, and the other thing is that the Qin family wants to kill Jiang Liuniang, not the only one.

   In the evening, Jiang Murong calmly took her daughter to board the carriage rented by her husband, and left Shifeng Lane to return to her battlefield. After dark, in Jiangling's mansion, which smelled of alcohol, there were snowballs, snow cubes, snow ducks, and other small things with snow clips that were neatly arranged on both sides of the road. A smile appeared on the top.

   "Twelve thousand taels?" Jiang Liu raised his peach blossom eyes to look at his brother, the price was much cheaper than expected.

"Zhaixinglou sent three people here, only to prepare for the assassination, and the deadline is two years." Jiang Ling explained, "Zhaixinglou and Guyuelou have both received our family's darts, so they can't take other people who are unfavorable to us. Dart, this is the right calculation."

A bodyguard is 2,000 taels a year, which is much more expensive than the nursing home in the mansion, but according to my brother's calculation, this money must be spent, because the 42,000 taels of silver are spent, and the biggest two in Da Zhou. A "guard agency" became their bodyguard, not their enemy.

   Jiang Liu nodded, "Brother is right, hiring them to protect us is much better than hiring them to assassinate us."

  Jiang Ling showed Jiang the deed again, pointed to the key points and explained, "If you are stabbed by a killer, it will be different from the severity of the injury, and the amount of money that Zhaixinglou will pay varies."

Oh? so detailed? Jiang Liu opened it and took a closer look: If he hurts his limbs, there are two cases: if the injury is only to the flesh, if the wound is 1 inch long, you will pay 200 taels of silver, and if the length is 1 inch, you will pay 2,000 taels. If the wound is on the chest, abdomen, and back, the price will be doubled; if the wound is on the neck, head, and face, it will double again.

   Then, there is a column of remarks written by cinnabar below: Suicide, self-injury will not be compensated.

   (end of this chapter)