Mu Juzheng's slightly careless words echoed in the alley for a moment. After his words fell for a while, the entrance to the alley he was staring at was still empty and there was no movement.

With a slight sigh, he turned around again, ready to bend down and pick up the bag of steamed buns he had just put down.

But at the moment when Mu Ju was bowing his head, a stone suddenly hit his head from the entrance of the alleyway. He squatted down suddenly and turned his head to avoid it.

Looking back, seven men in civilian clothes had appeared at the entrance of the alley. They were all covering their faces at this time, making it difficult to see their appearance. Each of them was holding a wooden stick of different lengths in their hands.

"Please come quickly if you want. I just happen to be doing some morning exercise with someone."

Without asking them why they came or who ordered them, Mu Juzheng stood up, touched the back of his head, and walked towards the seven people after looking at the stones and the sticks in their hands.

When these people saw that Mu Juzheng was not in a hurry, their eyes flashed with surprise. They communicated with each other with their eyes and did not speak, as if they were afraid of being overheard.

The leader among the seven was a burly man. When he saw Mu Juzheng leaning towards them, he no longer hesitated, picked up his short stick and took the lead in rushing towards Mu Juzheng.

Several people behind him did not watch the show and followed his footsteps and swarmed up.

The sound of treading water resounded in the alleyway, and the turbid rainwater accumulated in the potholes splashed everywhere.

The leading man rushed in front of Mu Juzheng. Seeing that he was defenseless, he raised the wooden stick with both hands and swept towards his neck. The blow was so powerful that the air around the wooden stick trembled and screamed.

In the flash of lightning, seeing the short stick about to contact Mu Juzheng's body, he suddenly lunged to his side to dodge, and at the same time, he condensed his right fist and then shot it out.

A sudden blow hit the strong man's abdomen hard. The impact made the man arch his waist and back instantly, and he immediately felt bursts of severe pain coming from his lower abdomen.

Mu Juzheng didn't give him a chance to breathe. He grabbed the hem of his clothes behind his back with his left hand. Using both hands at the same time, he lifted the man up forcefully and threw him to the wall on the left. The book

The damaged fence collapsed, causing a burst of mud.

This incident happened in an instant, and the six masked men who followed closely behind the strong man immediately slowed down a bit when they saw this, with a look of shock in their eyes.

Looking at each other again, the six people chose to take action at the same time.

But just as they were approaching from all directions in front of Mu Juzheng, a bright light flashed past their eyes.

A strong wind blew, and a scratch appeared on their arms holding the stick in front of them. Bright red blood slowly seeped out from the scar and flowed back down their arms and into their sleeves.

Everyone's pupils shrank, their steps suddenly stopped, and the hands of the person at the front were still trembling.

They looked at Mu Juzheng's hands. He was holding a long rope in his empty right hand, and on the other end of the rope was a dart head made of unknown metal.

The sharp blade of the dart head was dripping with dark red, and it was hanging vertically naturally at this moment. It turned out to be a rope dart.

"A certain person has an adopted son, who is eight years old. In the past, when we played with him, he did the same thing, hitting him with pebbles and sticks. If you only came here to play with him, I forgive you for having no time to accompany him."

…

"Brother-in-law, is this really what father said?"

In Duke Huaiming's Mansion, Situ Xi and Zhong Limei have finished communicating. At this time, he is sitting in the pavilion in Zhonglimo Courtyard, eating a plate of dried fruits leisurely. He is waiting for Mr. Fan to finish communicating with Zhong Limei.

leave.

"Yes, I may have to trouble you to teach me how to practice bow and arrow recently."

I didn’t expect that one day I would be taught by a child. This is what a master should be like as a teacher.

"This matter is all mine!" Zhong Limo patted his chest excitedly. He was so excited that he could finally go out and play.

"Brother-in-law, when should we set off? My family has a small pasture in Nanshan. If you want to practice archery, it would be a good time to go there."

This is the young master of the rich family. Zhong Limo said this very casually, but the content of his words was a naked display of wealth.

Speaking of which, although Situ Xi had just moved to a new house, he had not yet prepared the carriage and horses for the trip. Nanshan was still a long way from Xuan'an City.

"Then let's set it on these two days. Brother Mo, if you have time, find someone to prepare two carriages. Then your sister and I will come to look for you."

"That's tomorrow, brother-in-law. Without further ado, I'll go make arrangements right away!"

After hearing this, Zhong Limo immediately stood up from his chair. Without saying a word, he jumped down the steps of the pavilion, took three steps at a time and ran out of the courtyard.

…

After sitting in Zhong Limo's yard for about a quarter of an hour, Situ Xi received the news that Mr. Fan and Zhong Limo had finished talking.

When meeting him in the front yard, Situ Xi found that Mr. Fan finally had a relaxed smile on his face.

"Mr. Fan, it seems we have some good news."

"Thanks to the Nine Kings, Duke Huaiming promised that he would send someone to deliver the grain supplies prepared by Lao Zhuo directly to the official in charge of the food collection, and he could also arrange for Lao Zhuo to meet with him. This is enough.

"

Looking at Mr. Fan with his brows stretched, Situ Xi felt that this old man was having a hard time. It seemed that he had a really good relationship with the junior he wanted to save, otherwise he wouldn't be so exhausted from running around for it.

Zhong Limei's reply was also what Situ Xi expected. Zhong Limei would only help him to this point at most, and would not guarantee him, let alone save people.

After all, in Zhong Limei's eyes, Mr. Fan was just a traveling businessman, and he was a stranger to him before.

Mr. Fan came here to save people, and since he wanted to rescue people from the hands of the officials, it meant that some of the previous actions of the people he wanted to save were not in line with the officials' wishes. Zhong Limei would not do it for

For a strange businessman to disobey His Majesty, this is a matter of attitude.

"Okay, then I wish Mr. Fan can successfully achieve his goal in the future. I'm still waiting to discuss a big business deal with you."

"Nine kings, please don't call yourself a brat in front of Lao Zhuo. This will really offend Lao Zhuo." Seeing Situ Xi smiling and raising his hands to wish him success, Fan Lao waved his hands repeatedly and did not dare to accept his gift.

"Where are you going next, Mr. Fan? I have recently moved to a new house and no longer live in the east of the city. If you need to find me in the future, you can come to Qianshui."

After a few more pleasantries with Mr. Fan, Situ Xi opened his mouth again and left him his new address.

"I'm going to go to Jinsefang."

Jinsefang, hearing these three words from Old Fan again, Situ Xi suddenly began to wonder about the relationship between this old man and Hua Yaoying, and felt that they had frequent contacts.

"Mr. Fan, how did you and Mr. Hua meet?"

"To be honest with the Nine Kings, Hua and I met in Li Country a few years ago, and met again in Chu Country a few months ago. She seems to know the powerful people in Xuan'an quite well. She provided Lao Zhuo with information before.

After receiving some useful information, I thought I should go and thank her again."


Chapter completed!