Jia Huan felt a little comfortable when he heard this. The employees who consider the boss are all good employees.

He said, "Wanji, don't worry, Third Master, although I am noble in character, like the bright moon. But I am not a fool. Who would do anything that is not good? You have never used cement, so don't talk about it, but you have seen the bricks in the tunnel kiln. Let's talk about it, how about it compared to the old brick kiln?"

Li Wanji nodded and said, "Of course, it's much faster, and the kiln volume is much larger. But... should we sell bricks in the future?"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "How much money can you make by selling bricks? Wait. Look at the third master's methods. We will make a lot of money and make a fortune!"

Li Wanji also smiled and said, "I believe in the Third Master... Third Master, Zhuangzi has arrived, huh?"

Jia Huan was surprised that Li Wanji was so calm, but there were times when he stuck his head out of the car window and looked at Li Wanji's gaze. His face suddenly became bitter.

At the entrance of the Zhuangzi, Aunt Zhao was surrounded by a few maids and a woman, looking at the road outside the Zhuangzi with a sad look on her face.

Not far away, Jiao Da was also wearing a car there, while Wang Gui, who had just taken office as the butler of Jia Sanye, stood there with his back hunched down and stood there. It seemed that he might have been scolded badly.

Xiao Jixiang had sharp eyes and saw Jia Huan poking his head from afar. He screamed, then pulled Aunt Zhao's arm and pointed desperately towards Jia Huan.

Jia Huan looked at him and said with a headache, he secretly said that it was a tragic thing, it would be strange if he was not scolded to death.

Sure enough, as soon as he got off the car, he saw Aunt Zhao jumping over and grab him. He was about to turn off his five senses and wait for the storm to come. Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhao did not scold him. He just looked him up and down for a few times, then hugged him in his arms again and cried repeatedly, "My son"... Jia Huan was about to explain that he was fine, but before he could speak, Aunt Zhao came to drive the distance and continued to check up and down.

Suddenly, Aunt Zhao somehow saw a few drops of blood on Jia Huan's upper, and then she shook her whole body and seemed to be about to faint.

Jia Huan, who was tortured and almost lost his patience, suddenly felt very warm after seeing this. If Aunt Zhao hadn't regarded him as her lifeline, how could she be so fussy...

Holding Aunt Zhao's arm, Jia Huan said softly: "Mom, don't worry, my son is fine, don't worry."

This sentence may be the last sentence Jia Huan regretted saying today, because it was okay if he didn't say it. After saying it, Aunt Zhao suddenly came to her senses, followed by a storm like a storm...

Words similar to "the evil of the maggot heart" and "the seed of no luck" are already very gentle. As for words such as "the killing talent with the dark heart" and "the pigs I killed a few days ago have a brain than you", they can only be considered moderate evaluations.

What's even more tragic is almost the sentence "Donkey Sun" that Wang Gui taught Wang Cheng a lesson...

...

"Mom, how do you know I took the knife out? That old boy Wang Gui told you the secret?"

Finally, after Aunt Zhao vented her panic and uneasiness, Jia Huan asked, preparing to look for someone to vent this way.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhao spat on him and said, "Take your mother's shame, Wang Gui, a housekeeper in the outer house, can he enter the inner house?"

Jia Huan was curious: "Who told you? Not many people knew about it when I left."

Aunt Zhao glared at him hatefully and said, "You are so embarrassed to say that if Xiaoque hadn't felt relieved when he saw you taking a knife, he looked at him a few more times, and I didn't even know where you were going... By the way, you are a villain, haven't told me yet, why are you going out with a knife? Tell me quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan immediately glared at the little magpie standing behind Aunt Zhao, but before he could show off his might, Aunt Zhao was slapped on his forehead. Although it hurts, it was uncomfortable. Jia Huan looked at Aunt Zhao resentfully and found that Xiao Jixiang on the other side was still having fun there...

"Why are you glaring? Did this girl Xiaoque do something wrong? Don't make weird moves for me, tell me, why did you go with a knife?"

Aunt Zhao glared at her almond eyes and said with a very bad tone.

Jia Huan twisted his neck, yawned, and said lazily: "I didn't do anything, I just went to the city to stroll."

Aunt Zhao almost got angry: "Go shopping? Why do you bring a knife when you go shopping? And you also bring those killers with you."

Jia Huan smiled and said proudly: "Didn't I remember that the Second Duke Rongning did some great things before he got married? I think I have to learn from my ancestors in this regard, so I have also done something great."

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she was a little confused and frowned and thought hard. Before the second Duke Rongning came to the dragon...

Suddenly, Aunt Zhao suddenly woke up. Before the second Duke Rongning was whitewashed, it was his mother's bandit robbery!

Aunt Zhao looked at Jia Huan in surprise and said, "You can just brag, you are the only one?"

Jia Huan was dissatisfied when he heard this. He stretched out the shoe with some blood stains forward and said heroically: "Don't you believe it? Look at this, see, see, see? Once the sword is unsheathed, it is absolutely impossible to recover without blood. Alas, with this sword today, I believe that it will not take long in the world that a powerful sword will be rumored in the world recently!

It looks like it is so cold that it is so high.

However, Aunt Zhao's face was pale and worried when he went to the scene first, but as he started to brag, Aunt Zhao's face became more and more rosy...

"Bang!"

"What a shame to talk nonsense about your mother? What a mess of tricks, to be honest, what did you do?"

Aunt Zhao is not a fool, how could she believe the nonsense just now?

On the side, not to mention Xiao Jixiang, even Xiao Que, who has been very melancholy recently, couldn't help but shake her shoulders and bit her lips desperately, for fear of laughing...

Jia Huan touched his forehead depressedly and said, "I've really robbed you, do you believe it or not?"

Seeing him say this, Aunt Zhao believed it a little. She looked at Jia Huan with great concern at first, but found that he had sat here quite well. I thought it was nothing, so her eyes turned and leaned towards Jia Huan. She lowered her voice and asked mysteriously: "Son, how are you doing this? How much money did you rob? "

Jia Huan: "..."

Xiaoque: "..."

However, Xiao Jixiang looked at Jia Huan with his eyes lit up, hoping that he would say an astronomical number.

As for whether there will be any official to catch it...

What a joke? No matter what, Mr. Jia San is also the grandson of the dignified Duke Rong. Who dares to catch him?

Jia Huan twitched and said, "Mom, the harvest is pretty good, but don't worry about it. My son is so poor that he is almost going to find a duck shop to be a duck. Now he has saved up such a little possession and will never give it to you."

Aunt Zhao snorted embarrassedly when she heard this, cursing: "What kind of shit is it, and it's a duck? How much money can a duck be worth? Whoever cares about your taels of silver, then you have to tell me, who did you rob him?"

Jia Huan said with a smile: "I robbed Qian Qi's way."

"puff!"

Aunt Zhao didn't swallow a mouthful of tea, and sprayed it out, and then started coughing desperately.

Jia Huan didn't come forward to help, but just smiled and watched Xiaoque and Xiao Jixiang work there.

After half a cup of tea, Aunt Zhao looked at Jia Huan with an incomprehensible look and said, "You are going to rob your uncle?"

"Uncle?"

Jia Huan sneered and said, "Mom, do you know that when Feng Yatou and Yuanyang went to search the house that day, they didn't find the sweat towel at all. I took out the sweat towel myself. Do you know why this is?"

Aunt Zhao was even more puzzled and shouted loudly: "I knew, I was wondering, how did the two bitches find out in such a secret place? It turned out to be you? Huan'er, are you crazy?"

Jia Huan snorted and said, "I'm crazy? Feng Yatou said, if I don't take out the sweat towel, she will go to the old lady and reveal the things you have been stealing from your wife's room over the years. She remembers every turn. Mom, tell me, will I hand it over or not?"

Aunt Zhao was stunned when she heard this. She was not a fool, so how could she not know what would happen to her after the incident was exposed?

What other ways can a concubine with unclean hands and feet, and a concubine with insults, besides being beaten and kicked out of the house?

Aunt Zhao sighed, tidied her hair, looked at Jia Huan, and said, "What did you say just now, what to eat tonight?"

Jia Huan: "..."

Xiaoque: "..."

Xiao Jixiang looked at Aunt Zhao with a look of admiration, master!

...

"Mom, Qian Qi should be here in the next two days."

Looking at Aunt Zhao's expression that nothing happened just now, Jia Huan smiled.

He wanted to give Aunt Zhao a vaccination in advance to avoid bad things.

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she really sighed this time and said with emotion: "It's useless for him to come now. Mom has no channels to purchase goods now..."

Jia Huan scratched his head, ignored this, and continued, "Mom, what I want to say is that after Qian Qi comes, even if you don't show off your score, don't tease my score. People like him, if you forget your righteousness when you see profit, you won't suppress him, and he will just focus on making trouble and gaining benefits."

When Aunt Zhao heard this, she finally stopped sighing. Her face was a little solemn and a little blue... She looked at Jia Huan with displeasure and said, "Huan'er, he is your uncle, how can you say that to him?"

Jia Huan laughed and said, "Mom, it's been half a month since we were sent here? Why didn't Qian Qi remember that he was my uncle to come to see us?

Over the years, you kept "picking" things from your wife's room and sending them to him. They were all silk and satin, and many of them were good things from the palace. I told the young master, why is it worth five or six hundred taels of silver? But over the years, you saved up less than two hundred taels of silver in the end?

When I was so sick and unconscious, you borrowed money everywhere to give Ma Daopa money, and finally took out some broken silver from my third sister and Zhao Guoji. Why is he not my uncle at this time?"
Chapter completed!