The Black Book

Zhu Haomiao nodded slightly after matching the owner of the voice from the hazy memory fragments.

"Uncle Qin, come in."

Creak~

The elegant wooden door was slowly pushed open, and a familiar yet unfamiliar old face appeared in front of Zhu Haomiao.

When he pushed the door open, he saw empty bottles scattered all over the floor. Qin Changzhong frowned, and saw the young man sitting cross-legged on the bed, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Qin? What's wrong?"

Zhu Haomiao asked curiously after noticing the other party's fleeting emotions.

"Nothing, I just felt that the young master seemed to have become a different person, and I was a little afraid to recognize him for a while."

Qin Changzhong lowered his eyebrows and nodded, stammering twice.

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao touched his cheek solemnly.

Will a simple change in temperament have such a significant difference?

It shouldn't be, I disguised myself very well...

Or is it because the people around him are too familiar with Li Lin, and any slight change will cause their keen reaction?

Just as the young man was thinking about whether to alienate these servants, Qin Changzhong suppressed his throbbing heart and said with concern.

"Master, it's noon, it's time to eat."

"No hurry, ask someone to clean up first, I want to take a bath and change clothes."

Pointing to the empty wine bottles on the floor, Zhu Haomiao sniffed the smell of wine and sourness on his body, frowning in disdain.

Qin Changzhong was slightly stunned, wondering why the young master who had always been sloppy suddenly loved cleanliness so much, he usually took a bath once a month!

But he quickly came to his senses and nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Master."

After a while, the few remaining servants in the mansion filed in, cleaned up the house quickly, and then filled the wooden barrel next door with hot water.

After taking a comfortable hot bath, Zhu Haomiao rubbed off a pound of dirt, changed the water four times, and finally cleaned himself up.

After washing off the stickiness all over his body, the young man changed into a clean black suit and came to the dining hall in a refreshing state.

"Master!"

From a distance, a maid of eighteen or nineteen years old bowed and saluted. When she saw Zhu Haomiao, her eyes suddenly froze.

Although Li Lin originally had handsome features, his behavior always revealed an unconcealable vulgarity. When he walked, he was hunched over, hunched over, and his sneaky eyes were still wandering around, just like a rat in the gutter.

In modern terms, that is a strong sense of stealing.

But at this moment, the young man straightened his back, looked straight ahead, and walked steadily, neither hurried nor slow. Even the originally flickering eyes became condensed and deep, and the sinister and vicious aura between his eyebrows disappeared!

As the young man approached with a dragon-like and tiger-like step, she actually felt a trace of majesty and oppression coming towards her.

In a trance, the maid seemed to see the figure of the previous generation of [Pingyang Earl] in Zhu Haomiao!

What happened?

How did that hopeless prodigal suddenly become a different person? !

Just as the maid was stunned, Zhu Haomiao walked past her calmly, which frightened her neck and made her lower her head quickly, not daring to look directly at him.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao sat on the dining table with a big horse and a golden knife, looking at the simple dishes, pursing his lips in a speechless manner.

Holding back his disgust, the boy picked up the chopsticks to eat, but the more he ate, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The fish meat was not deodorized and was cooked too soft, a failure!

The beef was not pounded, and there were too many tendons, a failure!

The pork was not cooked thoroughly and was half-cooked, a failure!

The seasoning was a failure among failures, and there was no third taste except dead salty and bland!

Zhu Haomiao swallowed the whole table of dishes with his picky tongue, and he held his forehead in some pain.

When did my little Zhu Zhu ever suffer such hardship?

It seems that the first priority is to find a qualified cook for yourself!

The original chef in the mansion ran away because he hadn't been paid for several months. Now the maid is doing it part-time. No wonder the taste is so touching.

Looking at the maid standing by the side, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

For those who have never learned, being able to cook the ingredients is already a success.

You can't ask for more...

"Master, the mansion is almost unable to make ends meet, otherwise... let's sell the [Pingyang Marquis's Mansion]?"

At this time, Qin Changzhong leaned close to Zhu Haomiao's ear and gave him a serious exhortation.

"The cost of maintaining the mansion is too high, and we don't have any income now... people eat and horses chew..."

Listening to his hesitant words, Zhu Haomiao thought for a few seconds and shook his head decisively.

"The salary will be paid soon. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

Whenever you get paid, you squander it immediately. Besides, your salary can't support an entire mansion!

Qin Changzhong secretly complained, but didn't force him to persuade. He sighed and stepped aside.

After dinner, Zhu Haomiao left the mansion directly, wanting to explore the new map. As a result, he was surrounded by a group of people not far from the gate.

"Pingyang Bo, when will you pay back the 5,000 taels of silver you borrowed from my master?!"

"And 3,000 taels from my master..."

"1,500 taels from my master..."

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Looking at these debt collectors, Zhu Haomiao frowned with a headache and patiently comforted them.

"Don't worry, I will pay it back."

After that, the young man took a step to leave, but was stopped by everyone.

"You always say this, but the result is that you keep delaying. You must give me a definite answer today!"

"That's right! You must give me a definite answer!"

Faced with the excited debt collectors, Zhu Haomiao hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"I will pay off my debts before the end of the year."

Hearing these solemn words, most people looked at him doubtfully, with their faces showing their intentions, but only a guy with a face full of flesh sneered.

"Do you still want to drag it until the end of the year? No! Don't you still have the [Pingyang Earl's Mansion]? Sell it and you will have money to pay off the debt."

As he said, the man with a face full of flesh stared at Zhu Haomiao, looked him up and down sinisterly, and threatened with a sneer.

"If you sell it early, you can still have some money left. Otherwise, the interest will accumulate, and you won't be able to pay off the debt even if you sell the [Pingyang Earl's Mansion]!"

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. If the dignified [Pingyang Earl] is reduced to selling his butt to pay off his debts, it will be disgraceful!"

However, facing his vicious and fierce threats, the Pingyang Earl, who usually bullies the weak and fears the strong, did not change his expression, and even looked him up and down with a smile.

"Okay, I know, get out."

"What?"

Bang!

Before he could react, the young man kicked him in the chest and abdomen, and the huge force kicked his more than 200-pound body into the air, flying three meters away.

Watching the burly man with a face full of flesh bounce hard after landing, sparks and lightning all the way rubbed a few meters away, and finally hit the corner of the wall before stopping completely, curling up on the ground and wailing in pain.

The remaining debt collectors were like frightened birds, and they stepped back in fear.