The old farmer rested directly in the bedroom next door.
The entourage named Da Heng went downstairs from the west.
There are few outsiders in the west building. Starting from the second floor, there is an outdoor staircase, and going down is the inner courtyard of Peifu Inn.
Daheng just turned to the platform on the second floor and saw three people coming up from downstairs.
One person is at the head, two are behind, and all three are armed.
The leader was tall and Daheng was already a strong man among the crowd, but he saw that this man was about half a head taller than himself.
Because Daheng stopped, the three people downstairs raised their heads in the light rain and looked towards Daheng.
The leading man has rough eyebrows and small eyes, but he has a fierce look and a fierce look in his eyes.
The rainwater on the roof trickled down along the eaves, and then gurgled along the open-air stairs.
The staircase was half a foot long, neither wide nor narrow, so the three of them felt cramped.
Daheng looked at them expressionlessly and stepped aside.
The leader looked away, but when he passed by Da Heng, he looked at Da Heng again.
Daheng didn't dodge his eyes, just looked at him like this.
"Brother, soldier?" the leader said.
"no."
"Thugs?"
"no."
"Martial Arts Instructor?"
Daheng said nothing and raised his feet to go downstairs.
The leader raised the weapon in his hand and pressed the broadsword with its scabbard on Da Heng's shoulder.
"Brother," the leader said calmly from behind Da Heng, "I will draw the sword quickly, and watch your neck carefully."
Daheng looked forward, "You want to kill someone in broad daylight?"
The leader laughed and laughed: "Hengxiang has turned into a pot of porridge, and you still care whether I kill anyone or not?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
Daheng turned around and looked up at him: "You don't have a Hengxiang accent. You came to Hengxiang for business?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" the leader shouted, "Who are you?"
Da Heng raised his hand, moved the opponent's sword away, and said coldly: "We meet by chance, you do your thing, and I will go my way. You don't want what you do to cause trouble for someone like me who is just passing by.
People’s curiosity can be stopped.”
After saying that, Daheng turned around and left without changing his expression.
The leader raised his eyebrows and looked at his steady and undisturbed steps, but he was not frightened by him at all.
"He's a character," the leader said, turned around and went upstairs, "Let's go."
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"Zhengbei accent?" Wang Fengnian said, looking at Shopkeeper Hu who hurried upstairs.
"Well, there are three people in total. They are holding big knives. They are very difficult to mess with. They go their own way without being stopped at all. When they see the stairs behind them, they go up directly from the back."
"Zheng Bei is nothing more than a single power," Wang Fengnian said, "the Duke of Zheng's government."
"It is said that they are a group of villains?" Xu Yinjun said.
"Young man?" Wang Fengnian looked at him curiously, "Where did you hear this from?"
"Mr. Du Xuan."
"Mr. Du Xuan said it?" Wang Fengnian thought thoughtfully, "If it was Mr. Du Xuan who said it, then he might really be a villain."
"Or, I should go to Qingyue Pavilion to find Kang Jian and ask him carefully?"
"That's fine," Wang Fengnian thought for a moment, "I don't know whether it's good or bad, so I need to be prepared first."
"Um."
Kang Jian stayed in Hengxiang and never left.
Xia Zhaoyi entrusted him to temporarily help handle Hengxiang's letters and some affairs. After Xu Yinjun came over from Youzhou, Kang Jian went to Qingyue Pavilion that Du Xuan had originally built in Hengxiang.
After several consecutive days of spring rain, coupled with today's rapid thunderstorm, the back pond of Qingyue Pavilion was completely blocked. Kang Jian and the only four servants in the house had been clearing it for most of the day.
They used long hoes and shovels to dig out the carcasses of many dead fish and rotten shrimps, and then carried basket after basket of mud and poured it onto the cart outside the back door.
When the carts were full, porters hired from the streets took them to the outside of the city and dumped them.
Three carts came in a row, and Kang Jian picked out two more baskets and put them on them. The little porter pulling the cart's eyes lit up: "It's you!"
Kang Jian looked up at him.
A thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a sallow complexion and dark skin, he looked vaguely familiar.
"Good brother, it's you!" Yu Yizhou said happily, "It's me. On the shore of Zhenzhou, my good brother once gave me vegetables and money, a total of five yuan!"
As he spoke, Yu Yizhou patted the cart in front of him: "Look, I bought this cart with the five dollars!"
Kang Jian seemed to be able to remember: "You are that young boy, your last name seems to be..."
"Yu," Yu Yizhou's bright smile turned a little lonely, "extra Yu."
Kang Jian was tired. He nodded when he heard the words, and then said: "Don't talk nonsense, living is living, eating with hands and feet, looking up to God, not being redundant."
"Thank you, dear brother!" Yu Yizhou said, looking at the mansion behind him with a look of amazement, "It turns out that your eldest lady is really rich."
"Miss?" Kang Jian reacted and knew that he was referring to Xia Zhaoyi, who did not show up in the carriage and only asked Yang Fugui for some money.
Kang Jian smiled and said without further explanation: "You rest here for a while, I will dig out the mud again."
"Well, okay!" Yu Yizhou nodded, his eyes particularly bright.
But this time, Kang Jian went in and never came out again.
Several servants carried several baskets of mud out to pour out. Yu Yizhou asked curiously, and one of the servants said, "Oh, we have a guest!"
Yu Yizhou looked a little disappointed, but he quickly smiled again: "Then help me say hello to Brother Kang!"
"I'll call you brother right now," the servant said with a smile, "You're a familiar kid. You're really a stranger. OK, I understand."
Seeing that the cart was almost full, the servant said: "It's too full for you to pull, so let's just do it, and you'll get a full share of the wages!"
"Okay! Thank you, brother!" Yu Yizhou said.
Kang Jian and Xu Yinjun had contact from time to time because of their previous handovers and the letters left by Xia Zhaoyi. As a result, their friendship became quite deep.
Xu Yinjun came directly to the backyard to find someone. Seeing that there was time for digging and hoeing, he simply rolled up his sleeves and worked together.
After hearing what Xu Yinjun said, Kang Jian was stunned for a moment.
Kang Jian knew something about Zheng Bei, but he vaguely felt that the relationship with Zheng Bei was generally pretty good... right?
To be precise, Zheng Bei has a good relationship with the Guo family.
When something happened to the Xia family, Duke Zheng's Mansion secretly placed many of the Xia family's cultural relics, especially Miss Xia's collection, in the Guo Mansion on Huaizhou Street.
Not only because the Guo Mansion could preserve these things, but also because of the trust that the Duke of Zheng had in the Guo Mansion.
Now, although Shen Lie has broken up with the Guo family, he won't suddenly have a conflict with Zheng Bei.
But Kang Jian knew what Du Xuan was like. Du Xuan didn't mention anything he didn't like. Those who really got a few words from him were definitely those Du Xuan held a grudge against.
Also, Du Xuan never cares about his own affairs and is very generous. If he really wants to hold a grudge, he will definitely...
"How did the Zhao family get into trouble with my young master?" Kang Jian asked thoughtfully.
