Luo Hong’s most inferiority complex in his life was his background.

Even if a young man from a noble family does not have to work hard, he can rely on inheritance, become an official, and enjoy wealth throughout his life.

But he is different!

He came from an ordinary background. His parents died young and he was an orphan. He later joined the army as a soldier.

He wants to stand out and stand out among tens of millions of soldiers, which is very difficult.

But God favored him and allowed him to save the woman in front of him by chance.

And she comes from a prominent family, so she voluntarily married him because of a life-saving grace.

At that time, he thought it was such a glorious thing.

Relying on the power of his father-in-law's family, he gradually became a popular figure around Cao Ran and the chief guard of the General's Mansion.

This position is not high.

But without the Miao government, it would be difficult to achieve such a high-level position unless he made great contributions in the military.

Even after the New Year, he may return to the capital and get an official position there.

For him and his descendants, their own destiny will be completely changed.

Luo Hong took a deep breath and slowly loosened his clenched fists under his sleeves.

"I'm doing it for your own good too!"

His tone softened and he reached out to touch Miao Manli's injured chin, but was blocked by her hand.

Miao Manli gave a cold look and sneered: "It's good for me. The kindness you treat me is probably all for your own good."

Being seen through at a glance, Luo Hong was a little embarrassed, but he still said shamelessly: "If I make progress, wouldn't I be able to give face to your Miao family?"

The two of them exchanged words with each other.

When Luo Hong came to the end, he did not forget to remind him: "Young Master Mo, this is not something you can imagine. You don't have to spend time dealing with Xia Qianqian. Be careful and you may cause fire and burn yourself."

Luo Hong's observation skills are extremely keen.

This time, when the general led the soldiers to Fanshan to suppress the bandits, he did not take him with him. Instead, he took Mo Yu with him.

There is something unspeakably weird hidden in this matter.

According to his recent observations, Cao Ran's attitude towards a merchant son is really thought-provoking.

Now, Fanshan has been conquered, and there are rumors that His Highness the King Xian led the troops to conquer Fanshan.

The names of the wise princes Ji Zimo and Mo Yu both have the word "Mo". Is it a coincidence, or Mo Yu is Ji Zimo.

When he thought about this, Luo Hong felt a little timid.

After all, he had opposed that person before.

With a flick of his sleeves, Luo Hong strode away.

Miao Manli stood there, her chest heaving with anger.

Nanny Li trotted forward, stretched out her hand to hold her wrist, and looked up and down, left and right, "Madam, how are you?"

"Uncle, he...how could he treat you like this!"

Miao Manli reached out angrily, grabbed the blooming peony flower next to her, and rubbed the petals into pieces, scattering them all over the ground.

"Hmph, only a person from a pariah background can be as timid as a mouse."

A hint of viciousness flashed across Miao Manli's face, "How can I, the daughter of a dignified Hanlin Academy scholar, not be able to defeat a country girl?"

While he was talking, two young men sneaked in, knelt down on the ground, and said loudly: "Madam, Old Man Wang returned empty-handed. Everyone in front of the shop was so anxious that they were about to cry.

.Especially that Xia Qianqian, her face is particularly ugly."

Xia Qianqian, she actually escaped from Fanshan.

Miao Manli's face became increasingly ugly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "That woman is really lucky."

She murmured: "That's fine, she ruined my teahouse and I ruined her shop, so we're settled."

She stretched out her hand and put it on the back of Nanny Li's hand. With an elegant posture, she twisted her waist and walked forward, "Go and take a look outside Zhuxian Academy. It's time to watch the show later."

At the "Jiafa" shop, everyone is busy preparing all the steps for milk tea, but now they are missing the most important ingredient, milk.

Seeing that the appointed time to pick up the milk tea was getting closer and closer, Li Yunniang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She kept standing at the gate and looking into the distance.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" she muttered.

Could it be that shopkeeper Qiao from Juwanglou didn’t buy any cows?

What can we do?

When Li Yunniang was anxious, the young man who called himself Li Mansion came to chat with the two of them and said, "Aunt Li, I'm here to get pearl milk tea as promised. Are you ready?"

"This..." Li Yunniang looked at the boiling black tea in the pot. Now she just poured two buckets of milk into it and poured it out cup by cup.

But...

This milk is still missing!

"Look..." Li Yunniang spread her hands, a little embarrassed: "Sir, we are very grateful that you come to support us. At this time, can you wait a little longer?"

"Wait?"

The boy turned his face faster than turning the book. He glanced sideways at everyone in the room and raised a proud smile on his lips, "Aunt Li, I am absolutely willing to wait for you. But my master is not that easy to talk to."

"Today, she invited her best friends to come to her house for a small gathering. She heard that your pearl milk tea is delicious, so she ordered a hundred cups in advance."

"What did you say at that time? But you told me with all your heart that it would be done."

When the young man spoke, he deliberately raised his voice, causing people around him to come and watch and talk.

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Li Yunniang's thin face turned red unconsciously.

"What's the matter?" The boy continued to yell: "Can't your shop make it?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" The young man shook his head and said regretfully: "Tell me, my master and my friends will be waiting in the house now, but you let me wait here."

"Now it's not just a matter of money, my master is not short of money. Now it's a matter of credit."

"Aunt Li, how can you be dishonest and go back on your word, and at the same time bring harm to my master and break his trust? Tell me, how should we settle this account?"

A series of aggressive questions, well-founded, forced Li Yunniang, who was already clumsy, to not know how to answer the question for a moment.

"It's not that it can't be done, there's something wrong with the cows that provide us with milk." Li Yunniang hurriedly explained: "But don't worry, the matter will be solved soon."

"I don't care if you have problems with your cows!"

The young man took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, raised it in the air, and said in a low voice: "This document must be familiar to Aunt Li. If you can't hand over the milk tea, you will prepare the money and give it to me, so that I can give it to you."

I’ll go back and deliver the work!”

"This... this guest, there is still one stick of incense before the time we agreed on. You should at least wait until the time!"

"Without milk, pearl milk tea loses its most important raw material. How can you find two buckets of milk in one stick of incense?"

The boy said disdainfully: "It's better to quickly prepare a hundred taels of silver and give it to me."

When he said this, he changed his tone and said mockingly: "Isn't it because there is no milk in the milk tea and there is no one hundred taels of silver?"
Chapter completed!