Nanshan Mine, on the west side of the mountainside.
Everyone followed the mine attendant to an open and flat land.
The waiter told Wang Dalu and the others that there were three deacons in the entire mine, east, west, and south. The mountainous area in the north had just been mined and there was no one in charge yet.
Wang Dalu was assigned to the west mine, so he had to come to the west deacon's hall to wait for dispatch.
At this time, there were three or four houses of varying heights not far in front of everyone.
They came to the painted red gate with two stone lions at the door, and were stopped and questioned by the guards guarding the gate.
The attendant hurriedly stepped forward to negotiate with him.
"Excuse me, sir. I'd like to ask some adults to report this. I'll tell Wang Dalu from Wolong City to come and report."
The attendant nodded and spoke to the guard guarding the door.
"Wait!"
A guard said proudly.
The guard who watched the announcement entered the dark red door and gradually disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Li Jinbao walked to Wang Dalu and whispered.
"Yameni, have you ever had any disputes with Deacon Li before? I just heard some unfavorable words from the two guards."
Li Jinbao was a master in the realm of embryonic construction and had an extraordinary ear. Although the two guards only discussed in a low voice, he could hear everything very clearly.
Wang Dalu looked confused as he listened to Li Jinbao's words. Could it be that he bullied Deacon Li's little wife in Wolong City?
After everyone waited for a cup of tea, the guard who went to report the news finally came back. With him was an old man in purple clothes, who looked like a housekeeper.
The old man in purple clothes looked domineering and said in a sharp voice.
"Who is Wang Dalu from Wolong City?"
When Wang Dalu heard this man calling his name, he took a few steps forward, quickly took out a bulging money bag and handed it to the old man, smiling.
"I am Wang Dalu. I don't know what to call this lord. Any advice?"
The old housekeeper didn't expect Wang Dalu to be so understanding. His tense face relaxed slightly, but when he thought of the adult's instructions, he turned cold again.
"I am the housekeeper of the West District Deacon Mansion, surnamed Zhao."
"The rules of the West District require newcomers to stand respectfully in front of the Deacon's Mansion for three hours to show respect for the superior."
"Nima, this deacon named Li must have been cuckolded by me, otherwise how could he treat me like this?"
Wang Dalu was thinking in his heart, but there was no trace of anger on his face. He just asked the old housekeeper if there was any other way to accommodate him.
The old housekeeper shook his head and said no.
In fact, Mr. Li's order was to let Wang Dalu stand there for four hours. The old housekeeper weighed the money Wang Dalu gave him and found that it was quite generous.
Temporarily reducing the four hours to three hours would be worthy of Wang Dalu's bribe.
Wang Dalu saw that the old housekeeper looked like he was in need of food and salt, and knew that he had spent money in vain.
At this time, the guards brought out a ten-foot-long purple wooden table and a grand master's chair, and placed them inside the palace gate, facing Wang Dalu and the others.
The old butler was sitting on the imperial chair, drinking tea heated by the maid, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Everyone behind Wang Dalu looked unhappy at this scene, but Wang Dalu did not have an attack.
Li Jinbao stopped Li Zhaocai who was about to get angry and shook his head at him.
Wang Dalu didn't say anything at this time. In his opinion, it would be useless to say more.
It was obvious that Deacon Li, whom he had never met before, was going to give him and others a showdown. It seemed that life in the future would not be as easy as he thought.
Wang Dalu said jokingly to everyone.
"I have been delayed on the road for nearly half a month and have never tasted fragrant tea."
"Old Turtle, you haven't been to that teahouse for a long time to have tea. How about we have tea on the mountainside today and enjoy the scenery?"
When Old Turtle heard what Wang Dalu said, a smile appeared on his face and he kept saying yes.
The former Wolong City Yameni had changed, and he might not have noticed it himself, but this was enough to make Old Man Turtle happy.
Wang Dalu ignored the old housekeeper who closed his eyes and meditated, but said to the tea maid next to him.
"Prepare some seats, benches, tea and snacks for us people. I have already given him the necessary money."
Wang Dalu said, pointing to the old housekeeper.
Although the old housekeeper kept squinting, he was always paying attention to Wang Dalu's movements.
He didn't expect that Wang Dalu would change his face, and the filial piety money he had given him before would now become his capital to ask for tea from the Deacon's Mansion.
The old housekeeper suppressed his blush and glared at Wang Dalu.
How could Wang Dalu pay attention to the old housekeeper's anger? Since he was so angry, there was no need to be nice anymore.
"Hoping that my enemies will be kind to me is my greatest weakness!"
This is the theory that Wang Dalu has summarized over the years of his arrogance in Wolong City.
He pretended not to know.
"Isn't the money I gave you to Butler Zhao not enough to pay for the tea in advance?"
He said to the maid again.
"If you want the best Biluo tea, bring a pot to Butler Zhao. I'll treat you. I'll have enough tea!"
"Crack!"
Butler Zhao broke the tea cup in his hand, stood up with the help of the guard, and said angrily.
"Okay, okay!"
After saying that, he ignored Wang Dalu and walked straight to the inner hall.
Wang Dalu looked at Butler Zhao who was angry and went to complain. At this time, the fire in his heart dissipated a lot.
Seeing the maid beside him standing there with a blank look on his face, Wang Dalu pretended to be angry.
"If you don't go quickly, you won't be able to take care of us, and you'll have to wait for the punishment from Deacon Li."
When the maid heard the punishment from the deacon, her legs and feet trembled, and she hurriedly prepared for what Wang Dalu said.
Li Zhaocai looked at Wang Dalu with wide eyes and kept praising him.
Li Jinbao, Li Meng and others were a little worried, so they couldn't help but give Wang Dalu a few words of advice.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a broken jar."
When Butler Zhao came to the door of the house, Wang Dalu and the others were drinking happily."
At this time, Butler Zhao lost his previous expression and glared fiercely at Wang Dalu in the distance.
I originally thought that I would go to my lord to sue Wang Dalu for disrespect.
He told it in a more exaggerated way, saying that Wang Dalu would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
But Butler Zhao was startled by his master's reaction.
Li Tao listened to what he said, looked at him for a while and said lightly that he understood.
Butler Zhao thought of his master's faint blood-colored eyes, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.
When Butler Zhao sat back on the master's chair and took a sip of the tea on the table, he suddenly cursed at the maid next to him.
"That's Biluocha!"
The maid heard the sound and hurriedly made another pot of Biluo tea for Butler Zhao.
Wang Dalu and everyone drank more than a dozen pots of Biluoxiang tea, and nearly two hours had passed before he knew it.
There is only one hour left until the time set in advance.
Deacon's Hall.
Li Tao sat in the center of the hall.
Having just finished handling the matter of donating the ore share to Li Guanghou's son Li Ziguang, Li Tao now had time to deal with Wang Dalu's matter.
After hearing the servant's reply, Wang Dalu waited in front of the Deacon's Mansion for about two hours.
Li Tao fell into deep thought at this time.
Li Tao is the more remote nephew of Li Guanghou. He and Wang Dalu don't know each other at all. They only heard that this man is the beloved son of Baron Wang Gang of Wolong City.
Originally, it seemed that it was not easy for Wang Gang to get into trouble with Wang Dalu, but who made Wang Dalu offend his young master Li Ziguang?
Li Guanghou had three sons and one daughter. Among them, the second son Li Ziguang was a direct descendant. There was a faint tendency to dominate among the three.
Li Tao had already taken refuge with Li Ziguang, and if he participated in such a fight for the right to inherit the throne, he would end up dead at every turn.
Li Ziguang could not disobey the order. He could only try every means to make Wang Dalu, whom he had never met, suffer.
However, Wang Dalu's father, Wang Gang, was well-known as a child protector, and he had deep roots in the Hou Dynasty and had many friends.
Not to mention the distance, the nearest city lord of Nanshan City, Baron Lu Yu, is Wang Gang's former friend.
"Why!"
Li Tao sighed and was about to ask his servants to summon Wang Dalu. But suddenly he saw Butler Zhao running in in a hurry and shouting.
"My lord, something is wrong. That Wang Dalu ran away with his people."
Li Tao didn't understand the reason and became furious after hearing Butler Zhao's report.
"Zhuzi, what a courageous dog!"
Accompanied by loud shouts, all the seats under Li Tao folded and scattered on the ground.
At the same time, Wang Dalu was taking his men to Nanshan City to visit his father's friend, Baron Lu Yu.