After leaving the leather goods store, Peng Wang gave He Zhiran a thumbs up again.
"Brothers and sisters, my brother is really convinced today. If it weren't for you, I would be able to sell these fifty wolves for 50 taels. Now, it's more than doubled."
In fact, He Zhiran is not proficient in doing business. She just got the benefit of living an extra life and understands some principles of bargaining.
She was a little embarrassed to be praised by Peng Wang as an idol.
"Brother Peng, don't praise me. I'm just lucky."
"Brothers and sisters, please don't be modest. Brother, I don't just praise people casually."
As he spoke, Peng Wang looked at the sky.
"We have been on the road for so long, and now we are hungry. Let's find a place to fill our stomachs first, and then accompany our siblings to purchase supplies."
The three of them wandered along, looking for a place to eat.
Suddenly, a person flew out of the bookstore in front of him, and his body hit the ground hard.
Immediately afterwards, several young people wearing scholar uniforms walked out of the bookstore.
"Fei Nanyu, you are a poor guy, do you deserve to call yourself a scholar?"
"If I see you coming to the bookstore again, I will beat you every time I see you."
Fei Nanyu?
Hearing this name, He Zhiran immediately thought of a person in his mind.
According to historical records, after the death of Nan Qi, the person who controlled the government for six years and later attempted to usurp the throne was named Fei Nanyu.
The surname Fei is rare, and people who dare to use the national surname for their names, even though they have the same pronunciation but different words, probably no one would dare to do so.
Therefore, she could conclude that the person in front of her was Fei Nanyu, the famous founding emperor of the Daxing Dynasty.
He Zhiran didn't know much about Fei Nanyu's past.
So much so that he doesn't know much about what happened before he became emperor.
Seeing how miserable the future founding emperor was, He Zhiran's first reaction was that even if he couldn't be a friend to Fei Nanyu, he could never become an enemy.
If the historical records are correct, Mo Jiuye died on the third day after his exile. The specific cause of death has always been a mystery.
Now that she is here, she has changed Mo Jiuye's fate of being severely beaten by Emperor Shunwu on the first day. Moreover, it has been more than three days since he was exiled from the capital, and Mo Jiuye is still living vigorously.
This shows that she has changed Mo Jiuye's fate twice.
The enemy of the Mohist family is the royal family. If they want to take revenge, they will definitely become enemies with the royal family.
Fei Nanyu will become the biggest enemy of Dashun Dynasty in the future.
As the saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
Therefore, He Zhiran cherished this opportunity to make friends with Fei Nanyu.
Fei Nanyu was in a very embarrassed state at the moment. His nose was beaten so hard that it kept bleeding, and the shabby clothes he was wearing were stained with traces of blood.
He raised his arm, wiped it on his face casually, and struggled to sit up.
At this moment, the two scholars had already walked towards him with disdain, as if they were about to continue their attack.
At the same time, He Zhiran felt a line of sight behind his head staring at him from above.
She subconsciously turned her head and saw a two-story teahouse behind her.
If she felt good, that line of sight was from the second floor.
So, He Zhiran looked towards the second floor and saw that the windows there were open, but there was no one there within the time limit.
He couldn't care too much. Seeing that Fei Nanyu was about to suffer a loss, He Zhiran took a step and stood in front of him.
"I would like to advise you two, enough is enough."
Just after he said something, He Zhiran felt that line of sight again with his sensitivity.
However, this was not the time for her to explore. He Zhiran focused on keeping eye level with the scholar.
The two scholars looked at the woman standing in front of them. Her clothes were patched and her face was covered with dust.
The tall scholar said contemptuously: "Where are you beggars? Please mind your own business and get out of here."
He Zhiran still stood there motionless, arms folded across his chest.
"What if I want to take care of it?"
"Looking for death." The shorter scholar said, pretending to slap He Zhiran in the face.
Since He Zhiran had chosen to meddle in this nosy matter, he was already ready to take action.
Just when she was about to fight back, Peng Wang stepped forward and kicked the short scholar in the abdomen.
At the same time, another official also punched the tall scholar.
Peng Wang didn't know why He Zhiran was meddling in others' affairs, but based on his understanding of the latter, she was not a reckless person and she must have her own reasons for doing things.
Therefore, Peng Wang chose to support unconditionally.
When the officials saw that the boss had taken action, they naturally couldn't be vague.
Two scholars were beaten, covering the painful area and glaring at each other.
Several scholars from behind also gathered around and glared at them, but no one dared to take action again.
"You beggars are so brave, you dare to beat people in the street?"
He Zhiran smiled instead of being angry. She pointed at Fei Nanyu behind her and said, "Aren't you just beating people in the street?
This is called treating others with their own medicine, do you understand?"
Judging from the clothes of the few scholars, they should all be children of wealthy families. They must be used to being arrogant.
Even if He Zhiran was telling the truth, they would not admit it.
"Who saw us beating people in the street, but it was you who attacked the scholar in front of everyone, and even beat him up."
Peng Wang was impatient and worried that He Zhiran, a woman, would be at a disadvantage trying to reason with so many scholars, so he strode forward and said:
"The three of us have just seen with our own eyes that you scholars are beating people in the street. If you are not convinced, we will go to see the officials now and ask the county magistrate to make a decision."
He has already thought about it. He has an official title of eighth rank after all. At worst, when he reveals his identity to the county government, will he be afraid of a few unskilled scholars?
When they heard that they were going to meet an official, several scholars were immediately frightened.
If the county magistrate really upholds justice for Fei Nanyu, I am afraid that the few children who have finally passed the exam will be thrown away.
"We didn't hit anyone, so why should we go to see the official with you?"
"It's okay if you don't go to see the official. It's a fact that this guy was beaten by you guys just now. The medical expenses must be compensated." This was He Zhiran's biggest purpose at the moment.
Looking at Fei Nanyu's clothes, we can conclude that he is very poor right now and what he needs most is money.
You can give the money yourself, but you must be reputable, otherwise, with Fei Nanyu's wise mind, she will definitely think that she has something up her sleeve.
I heard that money could solve the problem, so in order not to make things worse, several scholars had no choice but to compromise unwillingly.
"How much money do you want to pay?"
"There are five of you in total. I think twenty taels for each of you is just right." He Zhiran said calmly.
"What? Twenty taels per person? Fei Nanyu doesn't deserve it at all." The short scholar was the first to retort.
"In this case, let's go to the Yamen and ask the county magistrate to tell us whether he is worthy or not!"