Zhuangyuan Lane was named after Qian Fu, the head of the emperor during the Hongzhi period, and all the people living in Qian clans were from the Qian clan.

Most of the Qian clans studied in the office since childhood, but unfortunately, they have not even been a Juren in the past few years.

However, from morning to night in Zhuangyuan Lane, passers-by often hear loud chanting. It seems that they are showing to the outside world that although they have no fame, they are still scholars.

But since half a year ago, this situation has changed.

In the large mansion at the west entrance of the alley, from morning to night, there are always scolding sounds, collisions, and even weapons collisions, which makes passers-by rush and neighbors next door come frequently to make trouble.

Hearing loud scolding again, Qian Yu threw down the book in annoyance and cursed a few words, "It's so gentle!"

Among the Qian family members of this generation, there are two people who are recognized as the most talented. One is Qian Yuan, who has been stubborn and strange since childhood, and the other is Qian Yu, who is the only son of Qian Yuan's hall master, one year older than Qian Yuan. He passed the palace examination the year before yesterday, but the college examination was defeated.

Qian Yu has been polite since childhood, but unfortunately, his studies have been suppressed by Qian Yuan, but fortunately, his reputation is far better.

But since Qian Yuan returned from Hangzhou, no one mentioned Qian Yu except his own family.

Qian Yu, who had been happy that Qian Yuan was knocked out of the examination in Nanjing before, was very depressed. He was very excited after a long time, but the coarse guys next door yelled every day... Qian Yu was wondering if it was the guy who deliberately instructed him.

...

Zhang San glanced at the next door and whispered: "Brother Wang, you don't know. At the end of the previous year, the guy next door was joking before leaving the mourning hall. The lady was so angry that she rolled her eyes."

Wang Yi, who has been becoming more and more stable in recent years, smiled, "What's the use of this little move? The young master doesn't know?"

"Of course I don't know." Zhang San tilted his head and thought about it. Just as he was about to say something, someone suddenly pushed the door and came in.

"Oh, Lao Yang is back." Zhang San said sarcastically: "Where is Fengliu back?"

Yang Wen rarely didn't say anything back, and he was even a little shy. He had always been cold-faced and actually smiled with a smile, "Old Zhang and Brother Wang are here."

Wang Yi smiled and poured a glass of water, and helped to remove the luggage. Zhang San turned around without any rules. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Oh, what a beautiful purse!"

"Hey hey, don't flip it!"

Zhang San has always been a brave man and said, "It's not that there is a good relationship outside, don't forget that you are now a subordinate of the young master... No, you signed the contract to sell your body!"

"Get out, the young master has already tore up the contract for selling his body!"

Wang Yi glanced at the purse strangely and glanced at Yang Wen with a deep meaning. Uh, this guy actually blushed a little. Well, I guess he didn't run away.

"There is still a letter, but it's not a ban?" Zhang San took out the letter and glanced at it for a few times. Suddenly, Yang Wen snatched it away.

"This is for the young master. If you believe it or not, the young master will deduct you three months' monthly money. I will not talk to you again!"

Zhang San seemed to have not heard it, and just patted his head in confusion, "Ma Xiu's mother... seems to have seen it somewhere."

Yang Wen carefully put the letter in his arms, and was stunned when he heard this, "Have you seen it? Where have you seen it?"

"Hey, I can't remember it all at once, my brain..."

Wang Yiyouyou next to him said: "It's not from "The Loyalty and Righteous Water Margin", right?"

"Yes, you can't understand any other books except "The Loyalty and Righteous Water Margin"." Yang Wen snorted, "Think about it slowly, I'll go find the young master first."

...

The next door finally became quiet, Qian Yu read a few more pages of the book, thinking about writing an art-making article to try it out.

Before he could start writing, the next door shouted again. Qian Yu's hand trembled, and the new clothes he made during the Chinese New Year were immediately dyed with several drops of ink.

Although the grandfather, who was the eldest son, got the most, most of the seven brothers of my father's generation only knew how to enjoy themselves, and the family was not rich now, and Qian Yu was immediately so angry that he smoked his orifices.

He pushed the door out angrily, and Qian Yu saw the cousin standing out in the crowd at a glance.

"Qian Yuan!"

It has been more than a year since I came to this era and I have never heard anyone call him by his name. Qian Yuan frowned and turned to see a slightly familiar young man pulling away the crowd and rushing towards him.

"Qian Yuan, this is Zhuangyuan Lane. Can you please be more handsome?"

"I've got a rough man to dance here and run wildly on the road in the morning, and I've lost the Qian family's face!"

The surroundings were quiet. Zhang San, who was blushing, was about to pounce on him, but Wang Yi, who was beside him, quickly grabbed him.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Qian Yu was even more excited, "Look at you, you still claim to be Qian of Huating. He turned his elbows out. Fortunately, he got Bo Ming and went out to cheat."

Qian Yuan squinted his eyes and still didn't say anything, turning his elbow out, probably saying that he was working with the Taicang Wang family and cheating him?

"Hmph!" Speaking of this, Qian Yu gloated, "I really think the Xiang family in Jiaxing looks down on you!"

Oh, it turns out that's what it means.

There were already seven or eight Qian clan members gathered around him, and after hearing this, they all looked like they agreed.

"I warn you to drive these rough men away quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Yuan turned his head to look at Zhang San, waved to ask, "Who is he?"

Zhang San blinked and replied immediately: "I don't know you."

"Yeah." Qian Yuan nodded and stepped into the door, "If you dare to enter, you can beat it out, and if you yell outside, you can beat it."

"yes!"

Seven or eight guards were shocked by the voices of the same voice. They looked at the sticks raised from the guards' hands and quickly dispersed.

Qian Yu looked at his cousin disappearing into the door with a blue face, trying to say something, but his mouth seemed out of control and wanted to do something, but he found that his legs and feet were a little soft.

He said a lot of things, but the other party not only ignored him and asked him who he was, but also asked a servant... For Qian Yu, who was arrogant, this was a naked humiliation.

There were also people from Sanliang tribes beside him muttering, "Who is not good to provoke Brother Yuan, who doesn't know his mouth!"

"Didn't he say his temperament has changed drastically, and he is as gentle as jade now?"

"Ghost Trust, I saw the old man at the age of three..."

"But that mouth is much better than before, and it makes Brother Yu so angry with him in one sentence."

He was too lazy to care about the broken things outside, so Qian Yuan only told him a few words. In the future, he would fight him out if someone came to the door to cause trouble and turned to ask about the serious matters.

"Zhang San, do you think you remembered?" Qian Yuan smiled with interest: "Tell me carefully."

"It's nothing. Last November, before going to Jiaxing, I caught a group of people taking pictures of flowers in the morning. Do you still remember it?"

"Continue." Qian Yuan took a sip of tea, frowned and put down.

"This is all loose tea. I will get some things for the young master... Oh, and later Lao Yang and I went in to search and found a roster." Zhang San said with a chuckling, "At that time, the young master told me not to just read "The Loyalty and Righteous Water Margin".

"Is Ma Xiu's mother seen from that roster?" Qian Yuan nodded and looked at Yang Wen, "You heard that the sisters were trained and sold to Qinhuai River from Ma Xiu's mother. So... it should be this group of people who bought the flower shoots and sold them to Ma Xiu's mother."

After taking the roster handed over by Zhang San, Qian Yuan took a few glances. He was lucky, at least the clues were not interrupted. "Zhang San, I will reward you with me this time."

"Oh, Mr. Xie rewarded me."

Yang Wen glanced at the proud Zhang San unhappily. He traveled two long distances, but in the end he did not make much contribution.

"That group of people who are still locked up in the county jail." Although Zhang San didn't know the inside story, he took the initiative to make suggestions: "Hou Jigao has a good relationship with the county, so let him help him get the person?"

"Well, Lao Yang, you go and do it." Qian Yuan thought for a while. Although his hope was slim, it was worth a try. "I might have to go to Shandong again when I look back."

After roughly making arrangements for the matter, Qian Yuan turned around and saw the purse on the case in the corner, "What is that?"

"Old Yang brought it back, 80% of the time I have a good friend outside. Young Master, be careful that this guy wants to escape!"

"Take it a look."

"Bring it!"

He looked down and then sniffed again. Qian Yuan looked up at Yang Wen with a blushing suspicion, and then thought about the destination of this guy going to Shandong.

"Tsk tsk, Yang Wen, they are sending goose feathers for thousands of miles, but you are sending chickens for thousands of miles."

Zhang San was still not sure about it, but Wang Yi was holding back his smile. Unexpectedly, the young master understood it too.

"Tsk tsk, it's still a boy chicken!" Qian Yuan sighed, "Forget it, you can rest and choose a clever one."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!