Mrs. Zhou was rubbing her hands in the room and looking anxious.
"I don't know, and Mr. Dong doesn't know for sure either. I just know that the decision was made by Zhongshu's disciples." She said, and asked, "Where has your father gone?"
"Brother said that we have already passed Wuyang." Zhou Lang said, while advising Mrs. Zhou, "Mother, don't worry. Several adults are helping to deal with it. There is still room for recovery for the time being."
Although there is still room for recovery for the time being, if something like this happens, it is already a clear sign that something is wrong in the officialdom.
"What the hell is going on!" Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but cry. "You've always been good. You've always gone well during the holidays, and you've taken good care of your daily life. Everything is fine. How come it's like this all of a sudden?"
Zhou Lang frowned attentively.
Yes, this happened too suddenly and quietly.
It definitely can't be the hatred accumulated over time, it can only be something that happened suddenly.
What happened suddenly? It was completely silent.
"Has father offended anyone recently?" Zhou Lang asked.
"How could it be? Your father is not a young man who has just entered the officialdom. He has been in the capital for so many years. The relations between all parties have been smooth for a long time. Those who have long-standing grievances have long been dealt with and guarded against. There is no evil hand against them at all.
Opportunity, besides, your father is busy with stupid things in Jiangzhou, how could he offend anyone!" Mrs. Zhou said, and she suddenly became angry when she said this.
"It's all this Jiangzhou fool!"
she shouted.
"As expected, she is a bastard! If she gets involved, it will be bad! She should not have been admitted in the first place!"
"Mother, what does this have to do with her?" Zhou Lang said with a frown.
"It has something to do with her!" Mrs. Zhou shouted, "Drive her out of the capital and drive her back to the Cheng family!"
"Mother!" Zhou Lang shouted helplessly, "Let's talk about father's matters first. Don't lose sight of things."
After finally calming down the anxious Mrs. Zhou, Liu Lang walked out of the yard, his expression still gloomy.
It was so sudden.
"But I do know that this sister of yours is really someone you can't mess with."
Qin Langjun's voice rang in his ears.
His description appeared in front of Saturday Lang.
Qin Langjun stretched out two fingers.
"At least two lives. If there are still casualties among the servants and maids of the two families who were sold, then it will be more."
Those servants, women, and girls were just careless with words, and she killed them with one blow...
And the Zhou family's treatment of her was not as simple as verbal neglect.
"This woman is vindictive and stingy..."
Could it be that, really, it's her?
This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Liu Lang waved his hand, and the expression of Qin Langjun in front of him faded.
Don't bother yourself, just ask her directly what you want to say.
Saturday Lang stood in front of the door for a moment.
"Ready your horse," he said.
Saturday Lang broke into Yudaiqiao's house as usual.
Brother Jin had gotten used to it, and instead of yelling like before, he leaned against the door and stared angrily at him.
"Did you come here by yourself?"
Watching Liu Lang sit down, Cheng Jiaoniang, who showed no emotion as usual, asked, looking behind him.
"Where is the cripple?" she asked.
Liulang, who had just sat down, knelt straight again as if a needle had been inserted into the mat.
"Cheng Jiaoniang!" He glared and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to be so vicious with your words?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him with a calm expression.
"Have you finally fallen out?" she asked.
Zhou Lang's face was ashen.
"I'm sorry that I can't let you get what you want." He gritted his teeth and said, "We are still doing fine."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Don't rush, take your time." She said.
Zhou Lang stared angrily and was speechless. He took a deep breath before suppressing it.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, I'm not here to quarrel with you, I want to ask you." He said, then paused for a moment, "Did you do what happened to my father?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, and her originally somewhat casual posture suddenly sat upright.
"Your father, what happened?" she asked.
Although her expression remained dull, Saturday Lang seemed to see the solemn look in her eyes.
She doesn't know...
Not her, not her.
Saturday Lang let out a breath, stood up and walked out without saying a word.
The maidservant who was kneeling next to Cheng Jiaoniang suddenly became angry.
Although I had known that this barbarian was always inexplicable, the endless flow was really depressing.
"Hey, you're sick," she said angrily. "You keep knocking on our door, then banging your hammer here and there without saying anything. What are you doing? Are you here to have fun?"
Zhou Lang turned around and kicked out without paying attention.
The maid followed a few steps behind and stamped her feet.
"It's so unlucky that we have relatives like you! It's so annoying!" she chased after him and shouted.
Saturday Lang walked away in a hurry.
The maid closed the door angrily.
"It's really annoying." She said, turned back and entered the hall, and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a dull look on her face, as if she was in a daze.
At this time, she felt that it was fortunate that my wife was different from ordinary people. If it had been any other girl's family, she would have cried to death a long time ago.
"Madam, let's hire some housekeepers." She knelt down and said, "We can't let people stay in our house like no one is around."
"It's okay for him." Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head and said, stroking the table with her hand, "Don't worry about it."
The lady is just happy with things. She takes whatever God gives her and never complains.
The maid sighed distressedly again.
"Now, the real trouble has come." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, tapping her fingers lightly on the table.
The real trouble?
The maid looked at Cheng Jiaoniang in surprise.
Nothing happens these days? What trouble is coming?
And if it's considered troublesome in the eyes of a lady, it's definitely something out of the ordinary.
After finishing the glass of wine, Dou Qi threw the glass on the table and laughed heartily.
"That old guy from the Zhou family is doomed this time." He said, unable to hide his pride, "A military attache, with a few courages, dares to go against the civil servants, and you are still an official under Zhongshu's sect. It is not easy to promote you.
, why is it so difficult to find fault with you? If we put it out in the open, who can do anything about it?"
The shopkeeper poured him wine again.
"Yes, yes." He also said happily, "My godfather is really angry this time."
"It's just a louse that has climbed onto the hair of a big bug. It feels like it has become a big bug and wants to suck the blood of other big bugs." Dou Qi sneered, "With a small belly, it will die sooner or later."
After that, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
The shopkeeper poured wine again.
"Xiaoli Liu has lived in the capital for so many years. He acted so quickly. What's even more unexpected is that no one from the Chen family, the Tong family, or other families who were sick or not came forward to help." He said.
.
He hesitated here.
"Isn't it a little strange?" he asked.
Is the expression too simple?
Dou Qi smiled proudly again.
"It's very simple in the first place. The good reputation that my god-grandpa has accumulated over the decades and the intricate interests involved cannot be underestimated." He said, "It's because the Zhou family has lost their minds this time and thinks too simply!"
The shopkeeper lost his doubts and nodded.
"This time, some members of the Zhou family will cry." He said, unable to help but beam with joy, "If there is no heavy bleeding this time, there is no way we can escape unscathed."
"You deserve it!" Dou Qi snorted.
"Then Taipingju's surname should be Dou." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
That's natural. Otherwise, is Liu Xiaoli just trying to vent his anger? He wants to vent his anger and get benefits at the same time. This is what a smart person does.
"There's one more thing." Dou Qi said, with a hint of coldness on his drunken face, "My godfather has already taken action, and it's time for me to vent my anger."
He stretched out his hand and knocked on several desks, making a dull sound.
"That ungrateful Li Dashao should be taught a lesson." He said with a sneer.
As the city gates were locked, there were few people on the official road shrouded in darkness, and the lights in Taiping Juli were gradually extinguished. The restaurants that had been noisy all day quieted down, and the clerks who had been busy all day were chatting and laughing as they prepared to eat.
Li Dashao changed his clothes and walked out.
"Dashao, don't leave at this late hour." Shopkeeper Wu said.
"It's okay. I haven't been back for a few days. I'll go back today to take a look." Li Dashao said with a smile, "It's not too late in the summer, it's time to take a break."
Shopkeeper Wu nodded.
"Just in time to bring back the meat, vegetables, rice and noodles." he said.
"No need, I haven't finished eating the food at home yet," Li Dashao said.
A waiter had already diligently brought two cloth bags to him and put them on the donkey's back.
"This is a rule. Take what's yours. How can you mess with the rules?" Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile.
Li Dashao also smiled innocently, said goodbye to everyone without any more politeness, got on the donkey and left.
The summer wild wind blew away some of the sultry heat. Li Dashao followed the donkey slowly with a lantern in his hand, thinking about how to distribute the rice, noodles, meat and vegetables to his relatives.
My parents-in-law’s house sent them to me last time, but I won’t send them this time. My uncle’s house hasn’t been around for a while, so it’s time to go visit it. There’s also my aunt’s house. Although they didn’t help much in the difficult times, relatives are relatives after all. He
Now that I have the ability, I still have to give it a try.
There were soft footsteps coming from behind.
Are they a villager traveling at night?
Li Dashao subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw only four or five figures approaching in the dark night, and then a strong wind hit his face.
Li Dashao was immediately covered by the sack.
"Who are you!" he shouted.
Before the sound could be heard, the wooden stick that hit him head and face was struck down, muffled screams spread out in the night, and dogs barked one after another all around.
"Okay, let's keep his miserable life."
A male voice said, stopping the beatings that were raining down. Li Dashao on the ground curled up and twitched weakly, moaning in his mouth.
"However." The male voice then smiled sadly, "We can't come here in vain."
A few men understood and laughed sinisterly.
"Brother, do you want that hand?" one asked.
The male voice from before said "hey" twice.
"I heard that this man is a cook." He said, "I'm curious whether the cook can continue to cook without his right hand."
Li Dashao, who was already close to coma, seemed to hear these words, and his already weak body began to struggle again.
"Help..." He opened and closed his lips and let out a low cry.
He stretched out his hands to get up.
Run..Run...
But he was quickly stepped on, and his outstretched hand was also stepped on.
don't want…
Help…
The night was dark, and the sight covered by the sack was even darker. The burned-out lantern rolled and danced on the ground, illuminating the raised dagger with a glimmer of green light.
A scream pierced the night sky again, blood splashed on the lantern next to it, extinguishing the last spark, and the world became pitch black. (To be continued)
