Mingtai County has good mountains and good water, so it can grow the best tea and the best mulberry trees.
Zhili was bored staying at Sihai Teahouse, and occasionally went out of the city to visit nearby villages.
It was a coincidence that he was able to bump into that branch man several times.
After this famous Zhiye came to Mingtai County, he seemed to have done nothing. He was holding a pile of brochures all day long. Every time Zhili met him, he was either calculating abacus or immersed in writing.
The place where you met him was either a teahouse or Ten Mile Wind Pavilion, or he and his men took a small boat and drifted leisurely from the lake.
On the boat, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, still holding an abacus and writing.
What a weirdo. Zhili felt that this Zhiye who had the same surname as him was too strange.
He paid attention to the branch master, but the branch master was also paying attention to him.
Ji Xiahe, who had been settling accounts for several days and was almost exhausted, chose another pavilion that day and asked someone to go to the village to choose some beautiful girls to play the piano.
The beautiful curtains were gently placed in the pavilion, the gentle breeze was blowing warmly, the clouds were covering the sun, and the gentle sound of the girls' piano splashed on the jade plate. Ji Xiahe felt relaxed and refreshed after hearing this.
Wei Dongyou looked up and saw Zhili passing by riding a small donkey backwards with a piece of green grass in his mouth.
"Master Zhi," Wei Dongyou said in a very soft voice, "I'm afraid this pretty boy isn't staring at us."
Ji Xia and Wen Yan glanced at each other and waved their hands: "Let him go."
Anyway, as soon as Shen Lie arrives, the "Zhi Yeer" will be replaced. Ji Xiahe just wants to settle the accounts right now so that Shen Lie can take over.
Zhili also looked away from them with an indifferent attitude.
He is still struggling with whether to give that letter to his senior sister or not.
At this moment, there is no one to even discuss it.
The little donkey that was walking forward was suddenly restrained by someone.
Fortunately, Fragment's response was quick and it didn't fall due to inertia.
Turning around, a fat man with a fleshy face but a bit of a naive look looked at him fiercely: "This beast is your eyes, so you just face him with the back of your head and don't look at him?"
Zhili didn't know this person, but he had seen the person behind him a few times. He was "Mr. Ma" who was very good at dealing with the government.
Zhili took off the long grass in his hand and pointed it to the ground: "I walked slowly along the roadside. Isn't this how ordinary people walk."
"You compare a donkey to an ordinary person?" The fat man stretched out his hand and said, "Take the money!"
"What?"
"You called everyone who walks on this road a donkey, and you also called me and my young master, please pay me!"
Zhili frowned and jumped off the donkey's back. Before he could say anything, a figure quickly came up, grabbed the fat man's shoulders, pulled him over, and punched the fat man in the face with his fist.
Zhili said "Hey", it was the young master of the Mao family, Mao Zilong, who was holding his head and crying that day at the Sihai Tea House, and even slapped himself.
Mr. Ma's other men were stunned, and then they all shouted at Mao Zilong to take action.
Mao Zilong's men rushed up at this time. The men and horses on both sides had a disagreement and started fighting on the road.
Mao Zilong came well prepared and had a large number of men, so he overwhelmed Mr. Ma's men and beat them.
Zhili quickly led the little donkey and left.
When Mr. Ma was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Mao Zilong waved his hand: "Let's go!"
The subordinates left at once and left one after another.
When passing by Zhili, Mao Zilong felt that Zhili looked familiar, glanced up and down, and walked away quickly.
Mr. Ma was crying loudly and scolding his men for not pursuing him. A group of people chased him forward with great momentum, but they did not dare to take action.
After Mao Zilong and the others left, the fat and silly man turned around and saw Mr. Zhi and others in the pavilion. The actors were still playing the piano.
Mr. Ma also looked at it and said angrily: "How unreasonable!"
The fat man strode forward and pulled off the yarn: "Play back, play back, it's so noisy!"
The girls stopped their strings one after another and looked up at him, showing uneasiness in their eyes.
"Are you Mr. Zhi?" The fat man looked at Ji Xiahe, who was looking up at the abacus.
"...Huh?" Ji Xia and Shuang Er ignored what was going on outside the window.
"Give me money!" the fat man shouted.
Ji Xia and Yang Mei.
Wei Dongyou and several dark men's expressions darkened, and they were about to step forward, but were stopped by Ji Xiahe.
"Here." Ji Xiahe said.
Wei Dongyou then took out five coins from his arms and handed them over.
This was the smoothest time in the fat man's career in asking for money. Not only was it smooth, but the other party also gave him five dollars as soon as he made the move.
He returned to Mr. Ma blankly with the money: "Master, look."
Mr. Ma looked towards Changting with great interest: "He is a knowledgeable person, not bad."
Zhili looked away, led the donkey away.
I thought that spring was coming soon, flowers were blooming, and butterflies were dancing, but why was Mingtai County so absurd?
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Yang Ping has been staying at Wei's house in Ding County, Xucheng these days.
The specifications are far inferior to the Pingyu Garden specially built for her by Jiang Mengxing of Xizhou Prefecture, but since the arrival of Yangping, the entire Ding Mansion has been vacated, and the children of Ding County Lieutenant have temporarily gone to live with their grandmother.
Yang Ping was lying lazily on the Xiang bamboo rattan chair in the back garden of Ding Mansion, surrounded by flowers. All the doors and windows of the nearby houses had been replaced with new designs the day before yesterday.
She still holds an account book in her hand.
If she really wanted to take a closer look, she actually didn't understand, and it would give her a headache. However, she had been paying attention to the account books recently, and she felt anxious if she didn't look through them.
Li Yishu came from outside and said softly: "Princess, the girl from the Nie family has brought her."
A lady walked slowly behind Yu Ziqi.
Princess Yangping didn't seem to hear Li Yishu's words, nor did she seem to be aware of the movement in the garden. She was still flipping through the account books lazily.
After a while, she finally raised her eyelids and looked at Mrs. Nie: "Who is Mao Zilong's old friend?"
Miss Nie's face turned pale and she whispered softly: "Princess, we are not lovers. I am not married, he is not married, and there is no engagement. We two...have nothing."
"But I heard that you two are a good couple."
"No, it's not." Miss Nie said in a panic.
Yang Ping took a look at her clothes. She was wearing a brocade satin skirt with a dragon fragrance pattern. The shawl on her body was made of hibiscus and pear silk. On her feet, she wore a pair of silver silk thread embroidered cloud-head brocade shoes. Her bun was one of the current trends, and she had delicate clouds embedded in her temples.
Small butterfly bead hairpin.
Although they are not as gorgeous and dazzling as Li Yishu and Yu Ziqi's silk and satin outfits, among the common people, they are from wealthy backgrounds.
"Kneel down." Princess Yangping said.
Miss Nie did not hesitate, gently pulled up the hem of her skirt and knelt down.
"Just kneel down." Yang Ping said again.
Miss Nie nodded gently: "Yes."
Time passed slowly, and Yangping seemed to have forgotten that there was still such a person kneeling on the ground.
She flipped through the account books boredly, finally waiting for the best news in the past few days.
Her subordinate came to report that the mulberry farmers in Liujia Village were willing to sell the property, and the price was the one she had set.
Yang Ping was overjoyed and closed the account book in his hand: "Where is the drafted contract? Have they signed it?"
"Just sent it! I guess I can sign it tonight!"
"Very good!" Yang Ping said happily, "The matter will be done as soon as possible. Once signed, it will be sent to me immediately. Someone will be sent to take over tomorrow!"
"Yes." His subordinates responded.
Ying Wan heard a deep "plop" sound next to him.
The men turned around and saw a frail lady, her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the ground.
