"You have been giggling three times, and your saliva is almost wet with your front. Also, what do three batches mean?"

Jiao Da looked at Jia Huan and said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan woke up from last night's aftertaste and said in horror: "Grandmaster, I... have I said it all?"

Jiao Da said with an ugly face: "Don't forget what I said to you!"

Jia Huan nodded quickly and said seriously: "Grandmaster, don't worry, even if I have that nonsense heart now, I don't have the ability to nonsense. Look, I'm just a child now...

As for the third batch, I think you may have heard it wrong. I am not talking about the third batch, but three. Oh, I can’t mention it. The project has been too big recently, and the silver gap is a bit big. I asked Timur how much it would cost if I sold my horse. He said that my horse was pretty good and could sell it for 80 or 100 taels. I just thought, if I had three such good horses, I could sell more silver."

Jiao Da frowned and stared at Jia Huan and said, "What are you doing recently? It's noisy, it's kilns and logging wood, and the whole farm is in peace. You're talking nonsense, it's not like you, but you don't look like you do serious business..."

Jia Huan explained: "That's the brick kiln and... Master, tell you the truth. The reason why I was kicked out of the Jia Mansion with joy, and I didn't argue or make a fuss, but just fell into such a bullshit village because of a huge secret."

"What a secret... Forget it, since it's a secret, you'd better not tell me."

Jiao Da’s light Tao, he knows the truth that he dies quickly, Jiao Da still understands it, and he also sees it a lot.

As long as I am not drunk, my burnt mouth is still very tight...

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Grandmaster, you and I are just grasshoppers on the same rope now. No one will hide it from you! That's right. Didn't I fainted last time and then rescued by my grandfather? In fact, there is still something I didn't say out loud!"

"What?"

Jiao Da was frightened when he heard this, opened his eyes wide and looked at Jia Huan, and said anxiously: "Who else? Have you seen the old man Ningguo?"

Jia Huan said regretfully: "Sorry, I didn't see the ancestor of Ningguo. I met the craftsman Lu Ban."

"fart!"

Jiao Da vetoed without hesitation.

Jia Huan said: "Really, the prescriptions that I asked craftsmen to tinker with now are the secret recipes passed down to me by the craftsman god. Otherwise, how could I let them do this? If I hadn't been the foundation of these prescriptions, I wouldn't be willing to be kicked out of the mansion like this, don't you?"

General Jiao said skeptically: "Really?"

Jia Huan said seriously: "I may have many shortcomings, but one of the only advantages is that I do not lie. Thanks to my friends in the world, I will give it to the next bandit account, called..."

"Do it, don't talk nonsense to me and talk about serious things!"

Jiao Da is not the little girls like Lin Daiyu and the others, so how could he listen to such a disrespectful nonsense of Jia Huan?

Jia Huan was not annoyed and said with a smile: "I asked my father for some craftsmen, took out a simple prescription and tried it. The result was so magical that I told the craftsman. Then I wanted to make a vote and earn some money. Grandpa, you don't know. I didn't practice this breath and running for a long time, and there was no eighteen dragons in one palm, but my appetite was getting bigger and bigger day by day. Now my mother scolded me for being a food bucket every day, and I ate more by one person than other families. If I don't want to make money, I can't even afford to eat!"

Jiao Da was not confused, and snorted, saying, "If you don't eat that much, where can you grow your body? Where can you grow your strength?"

Jia Huan questioned: "But I heard that some people practice martial arts, and as long as they meditate and practice internal energy, they can become peerless masters, and they have never seen them eat eight bowls of rice in one meal! Also, isn't it said that some Taoists need to fast for practice?"

Jiao Da sneered and said, "You heard that? Who said it? Who doesn't know the four words "poor, literature, wealth and martial arts"? Do you think these four words are for nothing? Mr. Jing of the East Mansion is practicing Taoism. Go and ask him if he eats or ward off the grain?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan said dejectedly: "I know that what I heard is not reliable, but...ah, I'm poor, three hundred taels of silver are about to come to an end. And I can't deduct those people's food, it's not easy for them to not pay their wages."

Jiao Da didn't say anything more sarcastic when he heard this. He was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "How much do you miss? I still have some money here, so you can use it first."

Jia Huan was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Grandmaster, I knew you had money. Tell me quickly, how many thousand taels have you saved?"

Jiao Da twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "There are thousands of taels, if there are thousands of taels, I'll still... only eighty taels, not even a little extra."

When Jia Huan heard this, he was disappointed and waved his hand and said, "Look at what you said, I can't even think about your old coffin book! Forget it, let's think of another way. However, Grandpa, your method is really good. It's only been more than half a month. My body feels much stronger. Although I don't have all my muscles, I finally don't float when walking. I have tried my best to use the breathing method you said. Grandpa, should we do the next stage of training?"

Jiao Da shook his head and said, "You must lay a solid foundation, and you cannot be impatient. The exercise of the internal organs will take at least three months. Although your progress exceeds that of ordinary people, it will take at least three months."

After hearing this, Jia Huan thought about it and said that the foundation had to be laid. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's do it today. Look, that old guy Wang Gui is coming to cry again and is so annoying that he is so annoying that he will have to stop working tomorrow."

After saying that, he patted his butt, bowed his hand in the focus, Jia Huan walked towards Zhuangzi. Old man Wang Gui stood under the old locust tree with a bitter look on his face, looking at Jia Huan pitifully.

"Okay, you need to say nothing, I'll get you the money later."

Jia Huan was too lazy to hear Wang Gui crying poor anymore, so he blocked his mouth with words in advance, and said, "Go and call Zhao Guoji, Timur, Hu Laoba and Li Wanji. By the way, let Zhao Guoji get the carriage in place, I want to go out."

When Wang Gui heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "San Master, you are finally willing to ask the mansion for help. It's great, by the way, Third Master, Wang Cheng hasn't entered the mansion yet. Why don't you give me a favor and take him to see the world?"

Jia Huan said curiously: "Who said I'm going home?"

Wang Gui was stunned and said, "Third Master, then...you are..."

Jia Huan was impatient and said, "Stop talking nonsense, go and inform them to wait at the gate of the village. Remember to let them ride on their horses."

Wang Gui hesitated for a while, but seeing that Jia Huan's face was not good, he didn't dare to say anything, so he went to find someone quietly.

Jia Huan returned to the house to wash his face, then changed his clothes, and took out a knife that Jia Zheng gave him when he was in the corner of the house. With the knife, Jia Huan went out.

Although Aunt Zhao, Xiao Jixiang and others saw him go out with a knife on the way, they all thought he was practicing martial arts. They only told him not to hurt him, and they were not careful.

However, Wang Gui and others at the entrance of Zhuangzi changed their expressions when they saw the knife Jia Huan hugging in their arms.

Jia Huan was too lazy to explain, and glanced at Wang Cheng who was stunned and was also there. He finally had a smile on his face, but he still didn't say anything. He got on the carriage and then ordered: "Go into the city."

...

"Uncle, is this Qian Qi's family?"

In the entrance of an alley in Dongcheng, in front of a newly built gate, Jia Huan looked at the words Qian Mansion on the plaque, sneered, and told Zhao Guoji beside him.

Zhao Guoji was sweating heavily at the moment. He quietly glanced at the knife in Jia Huan's arms and whispered: "Brother Huan, what are you...what are you going to do?"

Jia Huan was impatient and looked at him coldly, saying, "I ask you, is this Qian Qi's home?"

Zhao Guoji shrank his neck, nodded, and said, "Yes, yes, but... Brother Huan, you..."

Jia Huan was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to Li Wanji on the other side: "Li Wanji, go and open the door."

Li Wanji looked at Jia Huan calmly, and without asking any more questions, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The group stood there quietly, and then saw the black painted door being opened. A servant wearing a green hat poked his head out. When he saw that Li Wanji, who was wearing a coarse linen, he frowned and said impatiently: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Li Wanji looked back at Jia Huan, and Jia Huan said, "Ask him, where is Qian Qi?"

"Who are you? You are so brave, you dare to call our master's name!"

The servant was displeased when he heard someone talking about Qian Qi's name directly, and shouted.

Jia Huan laughed faintly, and didn't look at the servant, saying, "Since we can't ask, let's go in and look for it by ourselves. Li Wanji, Timur, open the way."

Li Wanji and Timur looked at each other when they heard this, then they stepped forward and pushed open the door as the servant shouted.

The servant screamed so badly, and when he found that the shouting was useless, he was going to go directly to trouble Jia Huan. It seemed that he was preparing to capture the thief and capture the king first.

However, before he got close, he was slapped to the ground by Wang Cheng, and his mouth was bleeding.

This servant was loyal enough. Even so, he was not discouraged and threatened: "Do you know whose house this is? This is the mansion of the in-laws of the Duke Rong's mansion..."

Jia Huan only heard it funny, but did not stop quarrel with a servant, and walked straight towards the main room.

Qian Qi is doing well. He can build a two-in-one yard in a place where wealthy people gather like Dongcheng. His pockets are quite good.

The rumor in front of me is so irritating, so naturally the people inside will not be ignorant of anything.

An old man in housekeeper's uniform, a middle-aged man in wealthy and rich clothes, and an ugly baby who looked six or seven years old, walked out of the main room together with a stern expression.

However, when the middle-aged man saw the crowd coming, his face changed, his face was stern, he squeezed out a smile, and said loudly: "Oh, Brother Huan, why are you here? Uncle, I still want to see you and your sister."
Chapter completed!