"Ding Guo Gong?" Cai He looked up from behind the bookcase, "What Ding Guo Gong?"
"That one from the Xia family," the young attendant said, "Sir, you didn't see it, but it excited those two storytellers!"
Cai He frowned: "He is already dead, so why bother? I think you are the one who is excited."
"Sir, this is what I want to sell you!" The little attendant looked mysterious and proud. He took out the paper on his back and spread it in front of Cai He's case. "Sir, look! I followed that
You can tear it off secretly behind someone else's back!"
"Going to the world to discuss learning," Cai He read the words above, read the article again, and praised, "Good writing style!"
"Otherwise, he runs an academy?" the young attendant laughed.
"Hengxiang," Cai He also smiled, "it's quite interesting to see it like this."
The literati all over the world were disheartened and lost all their confidence because Emperor Xuan Yan went on a killing spree against the literati in the imperial capital during the reign of Ji Chou, killing them all.
Then the emperor abandoned the capital and fled, troubled times came, the world fell apart, various warlords rose up, fortunes were lost, and it was difficult to have enough to eat. Few people anymore went to academic discussions.
However, there are academic debates similar to the theory of death, but the fact that notices are posted on Shoushi Lai is enough to show its scale and reputation.
When mentioning Hengxiang, the first thing that comes to mind is Dongping Academy, but this time it was Lianfeng Academy that organized the study on world affairs.
Actually, I've never heard of it.
A knock on the door sounded outside.
The little attendant hurried over and opened the door.
The fatter guard hurried in. Seeing his expression, the little attendant hurriedly closed the door and came over to ask what happened.
"Sir, that boss is really hard to take care of. And after hearing that he is back, more and more people are coming to visit. It seems that they are all vying to do the business with him."
Cai He frowned, thinking of Mr. Zhi, he was really annoying.
As early as on the road, he met soldiers sent by Li Xiao. After learning that Peifeng suffered a heavy loss of 3,000 troops in the battle, Cai He was so heartbroken that he almost vomited blood.
He wanted to rush back to the camp immediately more than anyone else, but this gentleman, the God of Wealth, couldn't ignore him.
They are short of money and supplies. They are really poor and need money.
Thinking that these people who come to your door may really take away business, it is better to do the simplest thing and deal with it directly.
Cai He said calmly: "Kill him."
"Master Zhi?" the fatter Konoe was surprised.
The young attendant laughed: "You must have been so picky by him that you have been thinking about killing him! He is our God of Wealth, how could you, sir, let him go!"
"They are those who are here to steal business," Cai He said with a deep breath, "Send someone to make arrangements. Don't do it right away. You must be patient and kill them after three, four or five days. Moreover, if it happens, it will be an accident."
"Okay!" the fatter Konoe responded.
After he left, Mr. Cai He looked back at the notice on the desk and raised his hand to gently pinch his beard.
I thought of a few disciples, maybe I could send them out.
The fatter guard just came out of Mr. Cai He's room and saw that the door of the branch master's room opposite was also opened.
The boss and three big men walked out of it, looking like they were going outside for a walk.
The fatter guard hurried forward: "Master Zhi!"
The branch master looked at him coldly and walked forward.
The most talkative follower behind the commander shouted: "You're annoying me, get out of here!"
"Brother Wei, where are you going?"
"Master Zhi wants to go for a walk!"
"In these troubled times, where can we go? It's not safe anywhere." said the fatter Konoe.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a weapon being unsheathed.
The dagger in the other big man's hand was instantly placed on the fatter guard's neck.
"Don't worry about it! You've been here all day and all night, and you still don't want us to go for a walk? I think you're looking for death!"
Although these big men from the northwest are generous and spend a lot of money, each one of them has a bad temper and a bad temper.
The fatter Konoe completely believed that if he made the other party unhappy, the dagger would definitely kill him.
He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He planned to wait for them to leave before going back to find Mr. Cai He.
As a result, Zhi Yeer raised his hand with a smile on his face and took the dagger away from the big man's hand, and then hooked the neck of the fatter guard.
"How about you come with us for a walk and take a look?" Mr. Zhi said.
This is a good idea, just what the fatter Konoe wanted.
"Okay, Master Zhi, let's go together!" he said happily.
The lobby of Yuxi Tower is deserted, with almost no diners.
As soon as they came down, the shopkeeper personally greeted them with a smile.
After they left, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes.
I can't stand these people from the northwest. In the early years, they lived in poor places, so how could they live longer and have more money?
It's good now, things are in trouble here, he came here to make war fortune, and he really made a lot of money, ah!
There were not many people on the street, because it was almost dusk and many vendors were packing up their shops and preparing to leave.
Not far away is a charcoal department, which requires it to close at midnight, but now that it's not even midnight, the workers are already moving the doors in preparation for closing.
As Zhiye walked away, many people looked at him.
Some people still recognize them because when Zhiye came to Shoushi, he was famous for his wealth.
The vendor, who had received a lot of benefits at first, mustered up the courage and called out kindly: "Master Zhi!"
The boss looked at him with no expression, but raised his hand and flicked a penny with his fingers.
The man hurriedly rushed forward and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhi! Thank you, Mr. Zhi!"
Along the way, we passed by a pastry shop.
The talkative attendant next to the branch pretended to look around, his eyes falling on the small wooden board outside the pastry shop.
There are black characters on the white paper, which says that if you buy eight taels of flower blooming wealth and wishful cake today, you will get three taels of auspicious fruit for free.
The follower was overjoyed and calmly looked back.
"Master Zhi! Master Zhi!" A merchant heard the movement on the Zuiyu Tower, stuck his head out and shouted, "It's me!"
When Zhiye saw him, he stopped.
The merchant was drunk, and there were two beauties cuddling next to him.
"Master Zhi, please wait!" the merchant shouted.
"Oh! Go away!" The merchant pushed the two beauties away rudely and ran outside quickly, adjusting his clothes as he ran.
Stumbling downstairs, I pushed away all the beauties and customers I saw along the way, and the merchants rushed out the door.
"Ouch!" He stumbled unsteadily and fell towards the roadside, accidentally falling on two people squatting on the roadside.
"Hahahaha..." Others burst into laughter.
"It's so annoying!" the merchant shouted, kicking the person below him, "It's in the way!"
Su Yumei rubbed her sore forehead and climbed up, reaching out to help the vendor beside her.
The vendor was only fourteen or fifteen years old. The cart he was selling noodle soup was broken. He couldn't carry such a heavy stove and pot. Just when he was wondering what to do, Su Yumei happened to pass by and stopped to help him repair it.
It's already leaning against the roadside. Who would have thought that such a spacious door could allow someone to fly out.
