Song Wen's accountant, Sun Mou, is living a good life now. The foreign debt he owed when he was unable to study has long been paid off. In the past few days, Sun Mou and his mother at home have counted the accumulated copper coins, and then carefully deposited the money.
Arriving at the bank.
It's more than one hundred and ninety guan, and there are still 20 taels of silver that Song Wen rewarded him. If he saves 400 guan, he can leave the rented penthouse and buy a small courtyard in Nancheng, and the silver will be used as a bride price of ten taels for the bride's family who has not married yet.
With the money left, I can buy a few bracelets, hairpins and other headgear.
He is almost thirty years old. It would be false to say that Sun Mou is not in a hurry to get married...after all, no matter what, he has to leave a son and a half daughter to inherit the family, right?
After checking today's accounts, Sun Mou carefully locked the room reserved by Song Wen under the teahouse and came to the street... He still had two pennies in his arms. Today was his mother's birthday. She had to buy some tasty meat and snacks for her.
The mother is very happy... Now that her useless son has finally become something, he should fulfill his filial piety and let his mother take a breather and feel comfortable.
Towards evening, Sun Mou came to a stall selling fried tongs. The mutton was mixed with pepper and seasonings and shaped into triangles. It was fried in mutton oil until it was fragrant. Sun Mou asked the price and ordered five. The vendor used one.
Wrap the frying tongs with clean lotus leaves...
"Sir, there are forty-five coins in total! You have taken it."
After paying the money, Sun Mou bought some pickled pork and a pack of plum blossom cakes, and then walked home happily.
Turning into the alley, the ground was as always covered with dirty water poured by the household selling breasted chickens. Sun Mou sighed and dodged the dirty puddle and was about to open the door. Suddenly, a man in Tsing Yi opened the door from the courtyard of his house.
And out.
"Mr. Sun, please be polite."
"Uh, you are..."
"My master has something to discuss with your husband. Please give me your respect, sir."
Sun Mou hesitated for a moment, feeling that this person had no good intentions... so he refused and said, "I'm really sorry, my mother's birthday happens to be, so I can't..."
The man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "My aunt's birthday cannot be too shabby. So my master has taken my aunt to a good place to have a drink to celebrate... Sir, it's better to come with me..."
Sun Mou was stunned, and quickly pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door. He saw that the door of the penthouse that he and his old mother rented was open, and there was no sign of his old mother inside!
"You, you are..."
The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward, pinched Sun Mou's shoulder, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Sun, don't let me embarrass you and make my master unhappy. Maybe something bad will happen..."
"I...I...don't hurt my mother..."
"Then just be obedient!"
Wazi Street is still bustling at night, and the lively scene is fascinating...little turtles and beggars are running back and forth between the seven brothels, and wine and delicacies are delivered to various entertainment venues like water.
But Wang Zhiwei was sitting alone in a small room of his own, closing his eyes and listening to the faint laughter and laughter outside...
As soon as the door opened, a dark figure flashed in...
"Master, that group of people really attacked Song Wen's accounting office... kidnapped Sun Mou's mother, and then took her to an old workshop outside the city."
Wang Zhiwei suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the window, and asked softly: "Do the people he left in Bianliang react?"
"Only two little guys who were born as beggars looked at Wazi Street, and the rest just paid attention to the news on the street without purpose."
Wang Zhiwei shook his head: "He is too careless. Wazi Street is his foundation... abandoning Bianliang to run some kind of village. He has no powerful background or support in the local area. Once he loses his foundation in Bianliang,
Well, who among Liang Shicheng and Gao Qiu will take him seriously?"
Wang Zhiwei stood up, walked to the window and looked outside... The Jiletian stage was brightly lit, and singing, dancing and magic were being performed inside. It was a lively and prosperous atmosphere.
"If those people succeed, I'm afraid Song Wen will no longer have a foothold in Bianliang... This is not good, he is indeed a money-making genius! Wazi Street is indeed inseparable from him... But now we take action, but the gains outweigh the losses.
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Wang Zhiwei frowned: "Find a way to reveal the news of Sun Mou being kidnapped to those two teenagers. Also... let's see how Lin Chong and Zhou Tong will react! If they are just a few simple-minded warriors
, Song Wen deserves this calamity... Bianliang, he should not stay here any longer!"
"Yes, Master!"
The black shadow quietly exited the room and closed the door without saying a word.
Wang Zhiwei returned to the couch and sat down in a depressed mood, and murmured softly... "How can there be so many peaceful days in the world of money for the powerful? Song Wen, Song Wen... Although I can't see through you, don't be trivial.
After seeing these powerful officials and wealthy businessmen... Bianliang, even though gold is everywhere, it is not that easy to pick up!"
Lin Chong had dinner with Wang Jin at Zhou Tong's house that day. Yueniang was very happy that Lin Chong came over and walked around the table to serve his father, Wang Jin and Lin Chong. Lin Chong's face was red and Wang Jin was a little depressed.
As a daughter who was raised by one person, it did not feel good to have a good cabbage and a pig dangling in front of her eyes.
After dinner and tea, Wang Jin wanted to test Lin Chong's marksmanship. The two of them used two wooden sticks to make guns in the yard... Lin Chong was stabbed four or five times in ten rounds, leaving several bruises on his shoulders and thighs.
Bruises everywhere.
Yueniang felt sorry for Lin Chong and hurriedly brought a towel and water for the two of them to wipe off their sweat. Wang Jin said with a slight dissatisfaction: "I have been hanging around with that Song Wen all day long, and my martial arts progress is not as fast as before... I will have to work harder and breathe more in the future.
Especially your legs, otherwise your effort will be lost once you get on the horse..."
Lin Chong rubbed his shoulders and nodded in agreement, then asked in a low voice: "Teacher, look at your expression... are there Gao Qiu's minions in the Forbidden Army looking for bad luck again?"
Wang Jin sighed: "There is a martial arts performance in Yujin Garden. The four spear and stick teachers each lead a group of Imperial Guards from the Palace Front Department... Although His Majesty is not interested in these, there are also three Yamen and Privy Deputy Envoys watching, and they all commanded a group.
The Sword and Shield Soldiers and I are both incompetent dandies and soldiers, and you are sincerely trying to embarrass me..."
Lin Chong frowned: "Teacher, if that's the case... then I'm afraid it won't be possible for me to surrender to the Imperial Army Ma Junsi when I turn seventeen next year. Do you want me to go find Brother Wen to find a way to move around? It's really not possible..."
Wang Jin waved his hands slightly irritably: "Forget it...if it doesn't work, you can just fill the gap in pre-military effectiveness like me. As long as you have real talent and have gone through the nuclear survey competition, it is not difficult to get a gun and stick instructor."
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Lin Chong thought for a while and nodded: "I listen to my mentor."
Lin Chong was silent for a long time and said softly: "My mentor and Teacher Zhou Tong also wholeheartedly followed the generals and the king's husband, but these people were always unsuccessful in the ups and downs of the officialdom... The earth-shattering skills of my mentor are not as good as those in the Western Army.
Fight against the party members to achieve victory!"
Wang Jin sighed... "Forget it, I've already thought about it... If I still suffer here in the next year, I'll ask someone to recommend me to Northwest Toou Lao Zhonglue Xianggong! If I leave, Yueniang will be here in Bianliang."
Entrusted to you."
Yueniang's pretty face turned red when she heard this, and she quickly lowered her head and returned to her room. Lin Chong giggled for a while, and Wang Jin laughed and scolded: "Fortunately, you haven't learned anything bad after hanging around with that little turtle for so long, otherwise I wouldn't have done anything wrong."