Unlike Zhan Laoer, who was wearing a thin jacket, the young man standing under the tree was wearing a blue straight jacket and a gold brocade crane cloak. He could not feel the chill of late autumn at all.
"Ten days have passed, what do you have to say!" A questioning voice rang out. Zhu Kun raised his chin and looked at the groveling Zhan Laoer with disdain. He shouldn't have listened to the words of a mud-legged man and wasted his time.
"Young master, the village and the clan are protecting that dead girl. The next day, Mrs. Lin came to see the village leader and the clan leader in person." Zhan Laoer explained with a smile.
If not, just because my mother wiped her neck with a kitchen knife and she was accused of disobedience and unfilial piety, it would be impossible for this dead girl to go to a private school again.
Zhu Kun turned cold and kicked him out of anger, "You think my fifty taels of silver are so easy to get!"
Liu Wangcai had already folded in, and Zhu Kun was scolded severely by Landlord Zhu. If his father-in-law hadn't been the chief secretary of Zhao, it would have been more than just scolding.
Zhu Kun couldn't swallow this bad breath, but he didn't dare to do anything again under the nose of Landlord Zhu. He didn't expect that Zhan Laoer would take the initiative to get involved. Even if the incident happened in the future, it would be done by Zhan's family, and Zhu Kun didn't care about flowers.
Go out and get fifty taels of silver.
But the money was spent and things were not done well. An ant that could have been crushed to death still skipped to the private school every day. One can imagine Zhu Kun's anger.
"Young Master, please calm down, I have already thought of a way to completely deal with that dead girl." Zhan Lao Er was kicked and still licked his face with a smile. He took two steps forward and said flatteringly: "Young Master, do you still remember Baofeng Clothing Village?
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The Zhu family is a wealthy country gentry and has several shops in the county, but their foundation is shallow. The Zeng family of Baofeng Cloth Village is an old merchant in Shangsi County. They have been in the cloth business for generations. It is not said that they have a huge fortune.
Too much.
"So what about the Zeng family? A lame beggar ran away right before his eyes." Zhu Kun sneered disdainfully.
The Zeng family has always been domineering, and Zhu Kun is also a ruthless man. Earlier, the two had a fight over a red card from a brothel. In the end, shopkeeper Zeng hugged the beauty and left her alone. Zhu Kun, who was beaten, was still being held in custody by Landlord Zhu.
I went to Zeng's house to apologize and received a car full of generous gifts.
This time something happened to the Zeng family, and Zhu Kun felt that the resentment that had been accumulated in his chest for many years finally came out. Unfortunately, the carriage overturned but did not drop the child in Mrs. Zeng's belly. Otherwise, the person named Zeng would have no descendants.
Hearing Zhu Kun mention the lame beggar, Zhan Laoer dodges with uneasy eyes and quickly changes the subject.
"The eldest young master didn't know anything. The Zeng family even gave Wang Ming, the boy who was driving the car, 50 strokes and kicked him out of the Zeng family. Wang Ming is still paralyzed in bed. He is just a blind old woman and a young girl...
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After listening to Zhan Laoer's words, Zhu Kun laughed and took out a banknote directly, "Take this banknote. As long as this matter is settled, you will benefit from it in the future, so get out."
"Thank you, young master. I will try my best!" Zhan Laoer, who took the banknote with both hands, showed greed and excitedly stuffed the fifty taels of banknote into his arms.
After Zhu Kun left, Zhan Laoer's groveling body finally stood up straight.
Sweeping away the greedy and humble look just now, Zhan Laoer snorted disdainfully, "If he hadn't been able to reincarnate, why would such an idiot wear gold and silver! Bah!"
A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhan Laoer shivered coldly. He looked around cautiously. Although there was no one else in the dark surroundings, perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Zhan Laoer always felt that someone was staring at him.
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Spring is sleepy, autumn is tired, summer takes a nap, and winter is March when I can't wake up.
"Dalang, it's time to get up. That damn girl started endorsing the book before dawn!" Little Yao pushed Dalang Zhan, who was wrapped in a quilt. This was the third time she came to call someone.
"Brother, the sun is beating down on your butt, you are still sleeping, and the little fish has gone out with dad." Zhan Sanlang gnawed on the bun and laughed at his sleeping brother, who had just returned from playing outside.
Lifting the quilt suddenly, Zhan Dalang sat up and roared angrily, "It's so noisy that I won't let anyone sleep!"
After venting his anger, Zhan Dalang fell back on the bed again, pulled up the quilt and covered his head in it. Even on holidays, he didn't let anyone get a full sleep!
Zhan Sanlang was stunned for a moment when he was yelled at, then he stuck out his tongue mischievously and said with a chuckle: "No wonder Shan Wazi said that the master often beats the elder brother. Mother, you still say that I am lazy, look at the elder brother."
"Don't talk nonsense. Your eldest brother studies too hard every day. He must take a good rest during the holidays." Little Yao glared at his youngest son, pulled him out of the bedroom, and let the elder brother sleep for a while.
After the ox cart passed the city gate, Zhan Feiyu jumped out when the cart was safe. The fair and tender little girl looked excited and cute, "Second uncle, you go to the dock to pull the goods, I will go to Wenxing Study Hall by myself."
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Originally, Zhan Feiyu didn't need to buy pens and paper every holiday, but little Yao was so shameless that he came to borrow pens today and paper tomorrow, all when Boss Zhan was around.
Feeling so disgusted, Zhan Feiyu only bought enough paper for his own use. He came to the bookstore every holiday to read.
"Second uncle, go to the pier first to see if there is any work, and then I will pick you up." Zhan Lao Er smiled warmly, looking like an elder who cares about the younger generation. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell you, "Be careful yourself."
One point, don't run around."
Driving the bullock cart to the North Street Pier, Zhan Laoer showed a sinister smile on his face. This time he wanted to see if this dead girl could go back alive!
Magistrate Chen was managing well, and from time to time there would be patrolling government officials passing by. It was quite safe for a little girl like Zhan Feiyu to walk on the street.
Wenxing Study.
"First come, first served, Zhang Tianhao, are you too overbearing?" In front of the bookshelf, the thin young man said angrily, holding the books in one hand without letting go, but he did not dare to use too much force.
Zhang Tianhao was just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a brand new student robe. He looked at the young man in front of him arrogantly, and said sarcastically: "Mei Yuan, you are a child who was kicked out of the private school by my father because of stealing.
, are you here to buy books or are you here to steal books?"
The two people standing next to Zhang Tianhao immediately burst into laughter, "Students who steal books are not called stealing. Junior brother, you have disgraced your gentleness."
"Tsk tsk, if the teacher hadn't taken pity on your poor family and didn't report it to the county magistrate and the county magistrate, your reputation as a child student should have been revoked long ago. Not only do you not know how to be grateful, you also competed with your junior brother for books. It's really true.
The villain!"
Mei Yuan blushed at being ridiculed. He didn't steal any silver at all, but the five taels of silver were found in his book box.
"Okay, Mei Yuan, it's your fault that you're not grateful. Since you were once our classmate, if you want to buy this book, I'll let you buy it. But I heard that "Commentary on the Analects of Confucius" is not cheap." Zhang Tianhao smiled evilly.
He looked up and down with disdainful eyes at Mei Yuan, whose clothes had turned white from washing.
The price of ordinary manuscript books is not very expensive, usually only a few hundred words, but the price of the engraving-printed "Analects of Confucius" is much higher, at least two taels of silver. Mei Yuan found a bookkeeper based on Tong Sheng's name.