The 241st chapter is to be responsible for the end
Who is Ye An?
He is the majestic founding prince of the Song Dynasty, he is a noble person, he is an official, he is a scholar, he is a court official!
After all, he is the privileged class, and he has stood at an absolute height from the beginning!
As long as these two monks are not killed, not only will no one say anything about his beating, but on the contrary, there will be quite a few people cheering for him!
This is ideological and ideological correctness.
Ye An has the right to speak. He is no longer beating up two honest monks, but beating up evil. At this time, he represents justice.
Monk Ganba was unable to fight back under Ye An's stormy attack, but Roshan Buddha was indeed powerful, and his weight also had an obvious advantage.
It can be said that he can completely crush Ye An to death, but a fat man of this tonnage also has a fatal flaw, lack of flexibility.
Ye An was almost always walking flexibly around the Roshan Buddha. As for Monk Ganba, who had been beaten into a human shape, he looked miserable as if he had been crushed by an elite cavalry. He lay on the ground and groaned...
Almost everything in Uncle Ge San's house was used by Ye An, not to mention pots and pans, tables, chairs and benches, bricks in the corners, gravel on the ground, and so on, everything Ye An could find was constantly being brought to this place.
"Roshan" launched an attack.
Even though Roshan Buddha is covered in fat, his pain-sensing nerves are no less than those of others, especially since his head has been smashed a lot.
His nose and eyes were bleeding profusely. Of course, Ye An also paid special attention to his crotch to prevent him from causing harm to others.
A stone stick from an unknown source was handed over. Ye An took it with his hands and hit it hard on the roots of the descendants of Roshan Buddha. So Roshan collapsed completely and made a loud noise. At the same time, there was a sound like
A high-pitched scream like a woman.
Ouch………………
Uncle Ge San stood on the edge with his hands stretched out, but turned his head to the other side, while Widow Zhang covered the child's eyes early.
At this moment, Ye An was shocked to realize that the stone stick in his hand was not light. Looking at the slightly embarrassed Uncle Ge next to him, he realized that this was his door stone.
"The ancestral gate stone has been used for many years and is somewhat patinated... Is Ye Hou still using it smoothly?"
Ye An casually put the stone stick behind the door, whistled and walked to the stone table. Looking at the food and wine that had disappeared, he shook his head slightly and said: "You used the Ge family's door stone and ruined the feng shui. Don't blame me.
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The gate stone is usually used to guard the house. People with a little taboo will even tie red silk on the gate stone. Now it is used to beat people, which violates some taboos.
Uncle Ge Sanshu waved his hands and said with a smile: "The Marquis was joking. I'm afraid this matter is not good, so I even got the Marquis to get involved."
After coming back to her senses, Widow Zhang and her children knelt in front of Ye An: "The Marquis is a kind man, but if these two people are beaten, the Daxiangguo Temple will not break up with the slave family!"
Uncle Ge San frowned slightly, glared at Widow Zhang and said, "How can you still have trouble? It's already like this. We can't keep holding on to the Marquis. As long as the Marquis is fine, you will be fine... How else do you want to get entangled?
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Widow Zhang was heartbroken, threw herself at Ye An, hugged his legs and said without letting go: "I don't care about the slave family anymore, please be a good man like Mr. Hou and do your best to take care of the slave family!"
"Mother-in-law, are you crazy?!"
Uncle Ge San was shocked. Ye An had stopped the matter. Widow Zhang had nothing to do with the debt issue of Daxiangguo Temple. As long as Daxiangguo Temple did not dare to touch Ye An, her family would be fine.
But looking at the appearance of Widow Zhang, she seemed to be determined to have Ye An, and she was not going to give up, no matter what, she would ask Ye An to protect her family.
Uncle Ge San could only whisper to Ye An: "Master Hou, although the Daxiangguo Temple does not dare to punish her openly, it will eventually be implicated. This matter... you see..."
At this time, Ye An was silent for a long time. This reminded him of how when he first set up a stall, he was accused of meddling in other people's business after standing in for others. In the end, it was confirmed by the suffering owner's words that he was fine, but the suffering owner was being harassed one after another.
If he stumbles, the person who gets in trouble in the end will be the unlucky one.
The orphans and widowers of the Zhang family found it too easy to take revenge on their family. Looking at the groaning Roshan Buddha and the Ganba monks on the ground, Ye An decided to talk to the Haosheng of Daxiangguo Temple. The best way was to let Monk Kongkong
Come and see it yourself!
"Uncle Ge San, please go to my house and ask Tieniu to come and deal with these two dirty things."
"Master Marquis, you don't have to be so polite. Just go ahead!"
Seeing Uncle Ge San going out, Ye An helplessly looked down at Widow Zhang: "Sister-in-law Zhang, you should let go, my pants are about to fall off!"
At this time, Widow Zhang, who was originally "strong and open" and was stalking her, immediately let go.
The whole body has returned to the state that a woman should have. She squatted with her child in her arms and looked at Ye An timidly: "Master Hou, don't think that the slave family is a shameless person. If we can keep the old Zhang family's family business, the slave family will not care about anything.
It's time, but... I am a woman, how can I give up even the last bit of my dignity?"
Ye An scratched his head irritably: "I know what you mean, my mother-in-law is from the Qin family in Tokyo City, who would fall in love with such an old person like you..."
"The Marquis said this, which shows that he doesn't know anything about the bed..."
Ye An shook his head dumbfounded, what a woman! She dared to risk everything in difficult situations, but now that she was breathing a little, she was calmer than herself.
The fact that there were two badly beaten monks lying on the ground could not stop her from teasing her. Not to mention the way Zhang covered her mouth and smiled seductively, she really looked like Pan Jinlian.
Having said that, although she is the mother of two children, Zhang does not look very old, she looks like she is in her twenties at most. There are many young women like this in Tokyo.
"I have an experienced housekeeper in my house. If you are really short of money, you can take care of the affairs of the back house."
Following Ye An's words, Widow Zhang looked at him with wide eyes, as if she was looking at a fool.
After confirming again and again that Ye An was not joking, he said with a helpless smile: "Master Hou really doesn't know that the slave family is a widow. How can a man who died at such a young age manage the back house of Master Hou's family?
The life of Croft will never be in your way again, Lord Marquis!"
Ye An frowned and said: "It's not like I asked you to... or anything like that, I just helped take care of the back house!"
Mrs. Zhang probed in a low voice: "Master Hou, do you really have no scruples?"
"Seriously! If you don't want me, I won't force you to do it. It's rare for you to go and do it!"
Now Ye An's attitude made Mrs. Zhang satisfied. Knowing that Ye An was taking care of her, she threw herself in front of Ye An again and said, "My family, Zhang Jinlian, thanked the Marquis! The slave family knows everything about the back house."
Chu, make sure your back house is properly sealed! If something happens, you can ask the mistress to stab the slave in the face!"
Zhang's words were very "dead", but Ye An asked curiously: "Don't you have a shop at home? Why don't you make money?"
"Master Hou, I don't know. The Zhang family's shop is just a small shed facing the street. Because it faces the street, it has a door. It can barely be regarded as a shop. If it weren't for the street, where would it be?"
Uncle Ge San led Tieniu to the door, sighed and said again: "We are also buying and selling small stocks of unpopular medicinal materials, but benevolence and righteousness are tight. The old Zhang family has maintained this medicinal material business for generations so that I can wait for this humble citizen to be able to do it."
Grab some medicine.
Recently, the medicinal materials from Sichuan-Shaanxi Fourth Road have been less available, and the prices have remained high. The Zhang family’s medicinal materials are too high to sell, and the cheap ones are not available. If they are able to maintain it, they are just trying to support the industry."
"The Zhang family's store cannot be destroyed in my hands!"
Although Zhang's voice was small, it was extremely firm.