The thief had never seen such a strange look in his eyes, as if he was addicted to killing people, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips, almost drawing his blood.
He felt a thump in his heart, let go suddenly, and sat down on the ground with a "bang" sound. His butt cracked into several pieces on the hard bluestone floor. Without any time to feel the pain, he climbed up and clumsily jumped over the wall and walked out of the house.
People fled here as fast as they could.
He did not run around, but went straight to Liu's house wearing this outfit, and then rushed to the door of Liu Boyu's study.
He took off his soap-colored turban, pulled off the hood, revealing a baby face, and casually smoothed his hair. Through the door curtain, he shouted like a bell: "Uncle, I'm back!"
Liu Boyu replied in a loud voice: "Come in."
The thief was Liu Boyu's confidant Su Mingquan. He immediately got in. After getting in, he let out a big breath: "Uncle, you scared me to death!"
Liu Boyu frowned, not knowing why he was so frightened to death, but because Su Mingquan had a close relationship with him, he could only endure his rude behavior and glanced up and down: "It's so bright outside, why are you dressed like this?"
Are you throwing yourself into a trap like this?"
Su Mingquan lowered his head and glanced at himself: "Isn't it bad to dress like this?"
Liu Boyu rolled his eyes: "Very good, don't touch me when the Yamen arrests you."
Su Mingquan realized that he had gone too far and quickly ignored the matter: "Uncle, I have seen what happened to the Mo family. Didn't you and Wang Zhizhou say that the Mo family was at the end of its tether? I don't think that's the case at all."
He patted his chest with lingering fear: "Just now, the Mo family's guard swept a flying thief off the roof with a casual sweep."
Liu Boyu dropped the picture album in his hand and his round eyes widened: "Speak carefully."
Su Mingquan first looked at the two little figures fighting in the picture album. When he saw Liu Boyu glaring at him, he looked away and cleared his throat: "Those female soldiers——"
He stretched out his arms: "The knife is so long and fierce. I can clearly see the look on their faces from a distance of ten feet, um... um..."
"murderous look!"
"Yes, murderous, but I am still smart. This group of female soldiers was patrolling outside, and then a big fool came, and then another woman came down from the roof. Good guy, I just want to scare this woman."
Liu Boyu listened for a long time, but didn't hear what he wanted at all, so he immediately interrupted him: "Drink some tea."
Su Mingquan was indeed very thirsty. He walked to the table and poured a cup of tea. After drinking it, he turned around and asked, "What did I say?"
Liu Boyu told him: "A flying thief has come to Mo Mansion."
"Oh, yes," Su Mingquan nodded, "I don't know when that big thief got on the roof. He didn't see it at all. It shows that he is not an ordinary person. His kung fu is very high - at least the light kung fu is very high. But that big fool and that weird guy
The woman found out."
He clicked his tongue twice: "The woman killed the thief with one blow, and then the big fool raised his foot and stepped on him. Guess what, sir?"
"I don't guess."
Su Mingquan spread his hands and said, "I heard a "click" and the big thief twitched and died."
He stretched out his hand and touched his lower back: "The spine should be broken. Sir, please think about it. Ambassador Mo Jiedu fell, but the thugs in his house did not fall."
Liu Boyu didn't listen to his rambling anymore, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them on the desk, peeling them while thinking.
When Mo Qianlan was sick, he was also a sick tiger. He could reach out a tiger paw and squeeze a mouse walking in the dark.
Now the sick tiger has raised another raptor.
He knew that the strange woman Su Mingquan was talking about was Yin Nan. As for the stupid big man who could trample people to death with one kick, and those female soldiers, they were all Mo Lingfeng's men.
He ate the melon seeds in the palm of his hand and continued to peel them. His face was gloomy and unhappy - if the Mo family didn't collapse, they wouldn't be able to use their mules.
No, it was Miss Mo who refused to let the mules be used, and it had nothing to do with the Mo family. Before Miss Mo spoke up, Mo Qianlan didn't care whether they used mules or horses.
The first time he used Wu Jin to charge, he failed and lost a beloved younger brother.
He peeled a small mountain of melon seed shells and ate them with great concentration. Finally, his mouth became parched, so he clapped his hands and drank a lot of tea.
His upper body fell back on the back of the chair, his head tilted back to the end, and he looked at the dense and dark spaces above his head. The wooden strips divided the ceiling into small squares, colored green, and his thoughts were divided into countless pieces. .
He thought that Mo Qianlan must have done something before he fell into coma to allow Mo Lingfeng to gain such huge power in a short period of time.
But what exactly it was, he didn't know.
It doesn't matter if you don't know. What the Mo family wants cannot come out of thin air, it can only be plundered. Once plundered, it will touch others. So the Liu family is not the only one who wants to trip up Mo Lingfeng.
And don’t listen to the wind——
He never liked Mo Lingfeng.
When Mo Qianlan was still alive, she rode on Mo Qianlan's shoulders and bullied others. Now in this situation, he heard that she was still arrogant and arrogant.
Mo Qianlan always talks about order to the Liu family. In fact, he values order more than anyone else - women stay at home and don't show up in public, servants kneel on the ground and don't try to stand up, beggars fall on the road and don't think about dignity. Live.
As for those who live under the light of day, don’t worry about those who live in the darkness. It’s enough to just accept the offerings!
Thinking of this, he raised his head, straightened his upper body, and sat upright. Su Mingquan retreated out at some point, leaving him alone in the study.
He searched the table for a moment, then dug out an account book from the melon seed shell and the picture album, opened it, took a look at it, tapped the table with his index finger, and got an idea.
Since the war, the tribute to officials has been reduced by 20%. When settling the accounts today, he took it upon himself to reduce the tribute to Mo Mansion by another 20%.
He picked up his pen and revised it. He changed all the offerings made by Wang Zhizhou and others to the same size as those of Mo Mansion. He raised his head and shouted outside: "Su Mingquan!"
Su Mingquan agreed in the ear room, wiped his mouth, and walked in with the smell of roasted duck: "Uncle."
Liu Boyu handed him the account book: "Send it to the accountant and ask them to follow my instructions. If Wang Zhizhou and others ask why there is less money, they will say that the war continues and there is a locust plague. The Liu family cannot use mules and can only invite them. Be considerate.”
After saying that, he smiled secretly in his heart - in fact, the more chaotic it is, the more they earn.
At the same time, Wang Zhizhou's face filled with smoke appeared in his mind: "Why is it missing again? Do locusts eat pepper or ivory?"
He told Su Mingquan: "We must tell them that if we can use mules, the situation will be much better."
Su Mingquan took the account book with his oily hand and went out. Liu Boyu's mood improved a lot, thinking that he had used his own strength to gain strength.
When he was happy, he enthusiastically grabbed a handful of melon seeds and walked while cracking them, intending to admire the moon. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the yard, a dark cloud floated wildly, covering up the moonlight without a trace.
Seeing this changed appearance, he secretly cursed his disappointment and sat back to read the album again.