Chapter 113: One hundred and sixteen

Chapter 113 Chapter 116: Joint Burial
Mi Bai rushed forward, and a few strong men behind him chased him. Every time he tried to chase him, he would see the scholar shrinking and drilling into people or alleys, all in danger.
Fortunately, Qingfengxing's new shop is not far from Fengqing Hutong. After a short while, I saw the front entrance of the shop.
The scholars cast their momentum and went straight into the pawnshop, leaving behind a crowd of chasing strong men looking at each other.
Although the Yiqi Gang has a huge reputation in the market, they are also frustrated in the face of the industries of these clans.
Especially for time-honored brands like Qingfengxing, they couldn't even afford the courage to chase for a while.
When Zhang Kuo arrived, clutching his nose, he saw his subordinate standing at the door of Qingfengxing, looking at the pawnshop like a fool.
"Are you wood?" Zhang Kuowen cursed angrily when the bridge of his nose was interrupted.
A clever subordinate saw Zhang Kuo coming and whispered a report: "Boss, he has gone to Qingfeng."
Zhang Kuo looked at the door plaque of Qingfengxing, and he felt bitterly resentful, and said in a vicious voice: "You two are waiting at the front door, and the others go to the back door. I don't believe that he will not come out."
He didn't believe that a poor scholar had anything to do with Qingfengxing. When the pawnshop was closed, the kid could still rely on it.
After entering the pawnshop during the annual vacation, Mi Bai said hello to the shopkeeper and walked to the second floor, opened a small window, and watched the group of ruffians squatting across the street from the pawnshop.
He secretly felt bitter, not because of himself, but because of the children. It's freezing cold, and the group of children hiding in the deserted courtyard rely on their own support. If they are stuck in the shop, what will the children do?
I only hope that they will disperse if they can't see themselves for a day.
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Tang House
The second letter from Zhongying City is in Xu Shuhui's hand, asking her to urge her nephew to return to Zhongying City as soon as possible after finishing the work without delay.
But one year later, she didn't even see the people of Xu Lao Ying, so she talked about urging.
Yuanzhou is only 30,000 miles away from Longzhou. With the footsteps of a spirit beast, even 300 a day will arrive in March, but the delay in seeing her nephew made her a little worried and wrote a reply.
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Three days have passed.
Mi Bai never knew that the patience of the ruffian was so good.
Regardless of whether it was the front door or the back door, the mobsters who were guarding never dispersed, even if the pawnshop was closed, they still guarded like a wooden stake, as if they must wait for themselves to come out.
"If you don't go out anymore, the children will be starved." Mi Bai secretly said in his heart. He hasn't sent food to the children for three days. Although he left a bag of food on New Year's Day, he estimated that he should be finished. .
I was thinking of writing a few door links to earn some money, but who would have lost a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone and was still entangled in the ground.
Mi Bai never liked to ask for help, even if he accepted the post of Qingfengxing's secretary, he often nodded with the shopkeepers and other people, but when the wicked pressed the door, he had no other way.
He walked in front of the shopkeeper and said deeply: "Please save me, the shopkeeper."
This pawnshop in the west of the city is the property of Qingfengxing, which belongs to the Feng family of Xiling. The treasurer Feng Dezheng is also a relative of the Feng family, with great power in his hands.
Feng Dezheng gently put down the porcelain in his hand, looked back at the rice white who was bowing and saluting, and said lightly: "Secretary Mi, what can I ask for?"
He doesn't like Mi Bai, perhaps because the characters are inconsistent. He dislikes a scholar like Mi Bai from the bottom of his heart, not to mention that although the other party is very respectful to him on the surface, he never gives gifts during the holidays and he clearly doesn't pay attention to himself. in. When something went wrong, he asked the shopkeeper to treat himself as someone.
"Treasurer Feng, this is how things are." Mi Bai told the story of Shulian's encounter with the ruffian.
Feng Dezheng became more surprised as he listened, and asked: "You said, Yiqi can help you imitate calligraphy and painting?"
Mi Bai smiled bitterly: "The leader is indeed a leader of the Yiqi Gang. He has been guarding outside the shop for three days."
The student's request was simple, he just hoped that the shopkeeper would make the nursing home come forward and drive away the land ruffians so that he could deliver meals to the children.
Feng Dezheng smiled and waved his hand in relief and said, "You can rest assured, leave this to the shopkeeper."
Mi Bai was overjoyed. He didn't expect the shopkeeper Feng to be so easy to talk. Originally, he always felt that the shopkeeper didn't like him. Otherwise, he would not have made any mistakes in three years, but his salary had not increased at all.
It seems that it is not necessary to save others by oneself. This is really a good boss with enthusiasm. Mi Baida was grateful in his heart, and thanked him again and again before leaving.
Feng Dezheng also couldn't think that he thought he was just a silly scholar, but he had such ability.
As a shopkeeper, he has always felt that the most profitable things are calligraphy and painting.
Unlike armored spirit beasts, these are hard goods. If you want to lower the price, you can't start. If the pawnshop doesn't accept it, he can find another place to sell it.
The biggest advantage of celebrity calligraphy and painting is that the price can be kept extremely low, and Xiling has been peaceful for a long time. This has made many masters of the big family like freehand painting and calligraphy, but calligraphy and calligraphy are after all trails, and how many famous painting names can there be.
Just talk about Mr. Huang Ting’s copybooks, one would sell for 10,000 gold, and it was hard to find one.
So copying imitations has become a big business. Those arty princes are willing to buy calligraphy and paintings at a high price but don’t know how to distinguish the quality of calligraphy and painting. They only look for a few famous calligraphy and paintings, and this has cultivated imitations. market.
However, not everyone can copy imitations. In the mainland where everyone practiced martial arts, most of the literary rule is dominated by mathematics, and there are very few literati who are good at painting and calligraphy, let alone some hard studies. The old Confucian who has written poetry and calligraphy for decades, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting are extremely awkward to layman's eyes.
Feng Dezheng picked out a few off-white secretary books and looked at it carefully, which was even more pleasantly surprised.
If the pen is astonished, and the iron is painted with a silver hook, such a calligraphy wizard is in front of him, and has not been discovered.
"Knock away the gangsters on the other side." Feng Dezheng ordered a nursing home.
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"My lord, I have something to report." Fan Qing stood in front of Tang Luo nervously, saying with a guilty conscience.
"Let's talk." Tang Luo frowned slightly, wondering why the steward of Tianxianglou would look for himself this time. You know, the money to redeem Su Mei has been sent to Tianxianglou after Zhang Xinghe's death.
"Su Mei is dead."
Tang Luo looked directly at Fan Qing's eyes and said indifferently, "How did you die?"
Wiping off the non-existent sweat on his forehead, Fan Qing whispered: "Su Mei hangs herself at home, it should be her love, and here is a letter to Elder Zong."
Fan Qing offered it with respectful hands, and the envelope still had the faint fragrance of rouge from a woman.
Hanging on oneself, read a fart letter. Sure enough, women are all liars, saying that Shou Xiao can't do it for three years.
In fact, after revealing the true situation of Tu Tong, Tang Luo saw the death will in Su Mei's eyes, and made a three-year promise of filial piety. After only half a year, women are indeed liars.
"Burn it." Tang Luo didn't intend to watch it, everyone was dead. The letter was nothing more than nonsense about the loss of lovers and their hearts, willing to follow.
Sometimes he doesn't understand. If a man is not so stubborn and speaks out about his difficulties, if a woman is not so suspicious, he chooses to believe.
How could a pair of loving lovers get such a field, it makes people feel really uncomfortable looking at it.
"Bury the two together. If Su Mei has any sisters who can talk about it in Tianxianglou, let her take away all the relics, but remember that on the day of death, go to the pillars to fragrant." Tang Luo held his forehead and said in a heavy tone Tao.
"Yes, let's do it for the younger ones." Fan Qing's heart finally fell. To be honest, the psychological pressure he faced Tang Luo was really too great.
Tang Luo is not only the youngest elder of the Tang clan, but also the eldest son of the first Wutang. The Tianjiao of Xiling City is his own scheming method. There are no other brothels like him who have seen countless people.
　Have you ever felt heatstroke in winter? People feel dizzy and nauseous.
　　 Sitting in front of the computer one day, I couldn’t write my fart. If I didn’t have an outline, I would really die.
　　 Even if there is an outline, the tortoise speed of two or three hundred words per hour is desperate.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)