Chapter 9 The visit of the miser

It’s not that Zheng Xiu was really crazy and fell into the bird path to take over his wife.

This "hate of taking over your wife" has to start a few years ago.

About five years ago, that is, the 27th year of Zun'an, the twelfth month.

In the background at that time, the emperor worked hard to develop the economy.

Zheng Xiu took advantage of the situation and expanded his business with good policies.

This made the Zheng family, which had already entered the wealthy family, even worse.

It was also that year, the second anniversary of the opening of the Heaven and Earth.

As for Shi Wentong, he had a wife and two concubines in his family, but he had no descendants.

As soon as he was promoted to a doctor, he thought of using the happy event to make another thing so that the two happinesses could come.

However, there is a rumor that a famous doctor once asserted that Shi Wen said that Yang deficiency and thinness were weak, and if you want to stay in the future, it would be difficult to reach the sky... unless you borrow seeds.

At that time, Zheng Xiu was drinking tea with several friends in the circle. When talking about this, Zheng Xiu sprayed a sip of tea on the table and couldn't laugh anymore.

Shi Wentong was sixty years old five years ago, and the yang deficiency that can be seen by the naked eye is thin, so why should a master diagnose it?

However, Shi Wentong still doesn't give up when he is old, and he doesn't believe in the evil, and wants to take a third concubine.

He fell in love with a wealthy businessman with a small status in the imperial city at that time, the daughter of Jing's family, Jing Xuemei.

Shi Wentong asked a matchmaker to lobby for the Jing father. Jing father was stunned by the many benefits, gritted his teeth and agreed to the happy event that was delivered to him.

At that time, it was a beautiful thing that many businessmen could wake up from their dreams. If they could get a title with one's own operation, it would be hereditary, which would be enough to make the Jing family's generations rest assured.

Originally, such a sure thing is not uncommon in the imperial city circle, and it is logically unaffected by a young and promising businessman like Zheng Xiu.

But on a night with gooseberry snow, Jing Xuemei was wearing a thin white skirt and curled up in front of the door of heaven and earth, like a homeless stray dog.

"Master Zheng is doing a business with a young woman?"

She asked.

Jing Xuemei has been waiting for Boss Zheng to appear here.

Zheng Xiu looked at Jing Xuemei for the first time and thought that the person was as good as his name, and her cold facial features were as proud as the plum in the snow, which made people dare not get close to him. And that figure was also as plump as it should be, and the plump as it should be. In the eyes of the matchmaker, it obviously belonged to the kind of embryo that is easy to grow. No wonder Shi Wentong was crazy about his child and wanted to take her as a concubine.

Zheng Xiu: "Oh? What kind of transaction?"

Jing Xuemei: "Sell me."

Zheng Xiu narrowed his eyes: "You?"

Jing Xuemei nodded: "Selling skills but not your body."

Zheng Xiu was well-informed and knew that Jing Xuemei was going to marry Shi Wentong. He thought it was a hot potato, but Boss Zheng pretended not to know. Looking at Jing Xuemei, he looked serious about business and asked, "If you don't sell yourself, what kind of art are you good at?"

Jing Xuemei said: "Play the flute."

Zheng Dashanren was stunned at the time and hesitated whether to ask what Xiao it was.

Seeing Zheng Xiu's expression, Jing Xuemei thought he didn't believe it, so she immediately took out her Mu Xiao and wanted to blew it.

"No need to blow." Zheng Xiu turned around, looked at Er Niang, and nodded: "I signed it."

"Master Zheng, the little girl has a reluctant request."

"I said I don't want to listen to you, so I won't say it?"

“…Can you write a million yuan on the price on the contract for sale?”

"Are you sure? One million, unless I die, I'm afraid you will never be able to live without heaven and earth in this life."

Jing Xuemei knelt in front of Zheng Xiu in the snow, kowtowed hard, and said while kowtowing: "Please Mr. Zheng make good!"

Zheng Xiu had never heard of such a request at that time, so he took the initiative to raise the price of his redeem to death. But Zheng Xiu thought about it and understood Jing Xuemei's thoughts. He sighed and agreed to the matter, and then he gave up on his own actions.

Later, the matter was also very concise. When Shi Wentong heard about this, he brought someone to investigate. When he saw the "one million" on the contract for sale, his face turned blue. He stroked his chest in front of the door of heaven and earth for a long time, and finally left angrily.

Based on his salary, rewards and grain at that time, he converted only more than 800 taels per month. Not to mention that he didn't have one million, he wouldn't dare to show it out if he really had it.

Five years have passed, and Jing Xuemei’s stage name is now “Bobo”.

...

After walking out of the dungeon, Zheng Xiu had suffered for a day and a night. The last beam of slightly dazzling dusk sunlight made Zheng Xiu subconsciously raise his hand to cover it for a moment.

In the distance, more than ten elite soldiers surrounded him, and the Shiwentongzheng in the circle held a banquet to wait.

Shi Wentong was nearly 70 years old and was wearing a luxurious fur-collared jacket and sat in the upper position. From a distance, he saw Zheng Xiu, who was not wearing a prison uniform and even removed his constraints, and was stunned, but soon he smiled again.

Zheng Xiu stepped forward, smiled and bowed, and as soon as he bowed, he said, "Sir Shit, I haven't seen you for many days, and your style remains the same!"

Although Shi Wentong had a little official stand, his smile seemed approachable. He then stood up to welcome the guests and prepared to hold him up: "Oh, Brother Zheng doesn't have to be too polite. Shi thought that Brother Zheng was in trouble, so he should be frowning. Unexpectedly, when you see him today, your demeanor and appearance are like a tiger returning to the mountain. Ouch, look at your style, but it is even better than before."

Shi Wentong's support was not completely supported. In fact, before his hand touched Boss Zheng, Boss Zheng raised his hand: "Where is it! Master Shit, you are radiant, and your skin is as delicate as a rejuvenation. If Zheng was not wrong, he would drink Master Shit's family in a few months!"

"Hahaha, then let me accept Ji Yan from Brother Zheng! But Shi is afraid that Brother Zheng may not have this opportunity to drink."

Zheng Xiu: "What a pity."

Shi Wentong asked Zheng Xiu to sit down with a smile, but the corners of his eyebrows couldn't stop twitching. Zheng Xiu brushed his long sleeves and sat down happily.

Scar Lao Liu sent Zheng Xiu here, of course he would not go in and guard him. He knew that he should listen to what he should listen to, and not listen to what he should not listen to.

At this time, he remembered the wine that Zheng Xiu had prepared in advance and was about to ask Boss Zheng if he wanted to bring it up. Boss Zheng's next voice raised a little: "Brother Six, Lord Shit doesn't like drinking, so you don't have to serve the two pots. Besides," Zheng Xiu turned around and looked at Shi Wentong and smiled:

"Although Lord Shit is strong and strong, he is like a young man, he is already old after all. Those two pots of strong wine accidentally let Lord Shit drink anything. Wouldn't I, Zheng, be a sinner? No, no!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough—" Shi Wentong, Feng Zhongju cough.

The words were as simple as the hatred of taking away his wife. When Scar Lao Liu saw it, he was so scared that he sweated his forehead and quickly stayed away.

Zheng Xiu ignored him and saw that although the dishes on the table were not carved with dragons and phoenixes, they were obviously prepared casually, but chicken, duck, fish and meat were also considered big fish and meat. Zheng Xiu was just hungry and picked up the chopsticks and ate it. The sound of "squeezing" sounds in his mouth, with relish.

Shi Wentong took a sip of clear water and calmed down. He looked at Zheng Xiu's richest man in the imperial city who cheated on eating and drinking here. He thought that Zheng Xiuluo could not eat these light foods, and he was like punching cotton, not knowing where to sprinkle his strength.

He stared at Boss Zheng with his beard and ate most of the fat chicken. Shi Wentong squeezed out a smile: "Brother Zheng is so heartbroken, aren't you afraid, is there poison in this dish?"

Zheng Xiu's mouth was stuffed and he replied vaguely: "In the eyes of everyone, Zheng and Shitie have a meal under the moon. If Zheng accidentally bites his tongue and dies on the spot, you will also make you slutty. It's probably not easy to block so many people's mouths. Besides, Shitie has a broad mind and a sea of ​​capacity. How could he care about the insignificant things back then?"

Zheng Xiu's words were everywhere, and Shi Wentong's face was a little unrestrained.

"Besides," Zheng Xiu repaired it: "If you really get married five years ago, Lord Shit knows it, and you may not be able to bear it. Lord Shit naturally won't hold a grudge."

Shi Wentong couldn't help it now, slammed the table and shouted: "Enough!"

Zheng Xiu was just full and elegantly took out a clean scarf from his arms and wiped his mouth.

"Yes, I've eaten enough."

"The big tree attracts wind, Brother Zheng! Do you don't understand the reason why the tree falls and everyone recommends it?"

Zheng Xiu smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense, the old tree of the Zheng family is still growing well."

"Hey..." Shi Wentong lowered his voice and sneered: "Do you really think that the people behind you can still protect you?"

Zheng Xiu suddenly replied: "If the tree falls, it still has roots? The spring breeze blows and grows again."

"Haha, the most fear is that your Zheng family's roots will be uprooted!"

"Do you understand the value of the Zheng family's signature?" Zheng Xiu pointed at Shi Wentong and was dissatisfied. In Shi Wentong's shocked eyes, Zheng Xiu turned around and walked away: "Why are you here to accompany Zheng to have this meal today? Even Lord Shi himself may still be in the dark and confused."

"Even if the weather changes, the Zheng family's signature can block a lot of rain."

"Zheng originally thought it was the one behind you who came to win over him. If you came, the implication was that you didn't need to win over him. Let Zheng be more at ease, don't be smart and seek death."

"But Lord Shit, if it were the past, Zheng wouldn't be afraid, let alone now?"

Zheng Xiu said something he only understood. At the end, he smiled and said goodbye to Shi Wentong: "Mr. Xie Shi is in a banquet. If Zheng dies unjustly in prison in the future, I will ignore the past and come to Zheng's grave to visit him."

"Zheng wishes Lord Shi good health and a long life, so he should not live shorter than Zheng."

(End of this chapter)
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