Super System in Chutang

Since Mr. Li learned about Li Xingzhi's ability, he used his old age as an excuse to unload all the affairs of the Li family and spent the whole day fighting birds and insects in the backyard, drinking tea and admiring flowers.

Li Xingzhi had only been managing the affairs of the Li family for a few days, but he couldn't bear the disturbance, so he sent all the account books and records to Wang Xiucai's room. At this point, he also imitated the old man to spend his days leisurely, with red sleeves adding fragrance, so happy!

Wang Xiucai is not young yet, but he has Li Xing's trust. He has a powerful Taoist spirit and a vigorous spirit. Although he has to work hard to write documents, he enjoys it.

At the end of August, Wang Xiucai was crouching over his desk when writing accounts for various places, his brows furrowed - all he saw was that the accounts were all red, and every detail was shocking!

The shopkeepers of two stores in Izumo House and three stores in Lan Kwai Fong in Chang'an have lost all their high spirits, their faces are gloomy and pale, and they are sighing.

"This matter happened because of my Li family. It's not your fault. You guys should step aside and I'll talk to Da Lang myself."

In the backyard, Li Xingzhi was enjoying the coolness in the water pavilion as usual. He bent his head on the cold stone table and thought about where he would go to see after the Chinese New Year this year - the three mountains and five mountains, Dunhuang Mobei, the Tibetan snowfield, the hundred thousand Mountains... my thoughts can't help but drift to the clouds and mountain streams.

But he was very quiet and thoughtful.

Suddenly I thought: I don’t know what will happen to the northwest war, maybe I can go and see the majesty of the Tang Dynasty Iron Army.

With his current martial arts, although it is not easy to take the enemy's leader among thousands of troops, it is safe to protect himself.

At this time, a burst of light and powerful footsteps disrupted Li Xingzhi's thoughts.

As soon as his ears moved, he knew who the visitor was, "Sir, why are you here?" The voice came from Li Xingzhi's mouth and reached Wang Xiucai's ears from afar.

Li Xingzhi felt strange in his heart: Everyone in the Li family knew about his habit of taking a lunch break. No one would bother him at this time on weekdays, except for Li Linzhi's squealing girl who occasionally made mischief and wondered what happened to Wang Dalang.

Thinking in his mind, the sound of footsteps coming into his ears was a little hurried, and Li Xingzhi vaguely felt that trouble was coming again.

Wang Xiucai was still thin, with an expressionless face, and his skin was still pale, but with a slight luster. He stood in front of Li Xingzhi, gently handed over the account book in his hand, and landed steadily in front of Li Xingzhi.

"I won't look at the account books. If you have any questions, just tell me!" After those days of suffering, Li Xingzhi still has a headache when he sees these account books. In his previous life, Li Xingzhi was very good at mathematics. When he returned to the Tang Dynasty, he might not be able to do it. People can compare with him, but this account book is not what ordinary people can see - a large version of the book is scrawled in traditional Chinese, and it is a whole line, and then it has to be calculated one by one from left to right. For those who are used to it Li Xingzhi, who has Arabic numerals in later generations, has to be said to be suffering in hell!

"Alang, do you remember Manager Cheng who had his leg broken and thrown out by you a few days ago? He was sent by Hou Jubao, the owner of Jubao Liang Store."

"Hou Jubao, he is a grain seller, what does he have to do with us?"

"In the past, I only thought that I was an ordinary grain merchant. Although I had some tricks, it was nothing to worry about... However, in recent days, our Li family business has been hit hard, so I found some clues." Wang Xiucai looked at it. Looking at Li Xingzhi, he paused and continued: "This person is a grain merchant on the surface. In fact, he secretly controls an unknown number of trading companies. Salt, Iron, and Liquor are also involved, and there is a huge force behind him."

"Monkey Jubao? What an interesting name." As he said this, an idea flashed through Li Xingzhi's mind.

"I didn't expect that I would hit a big fish with one stroke! The Li family is really weak now." Li Xingzhi sighed softly, "Recently, I asked people to keep an eye on the house to prevent some people from jumping over the wall. As for those extended claws,

You ask Sun Er to bring some smart people." As for Hou Jubao and the people behind him, Li Xingzhi is too lazy to pay attention to it for the time being. After all, both parties are on the bright side now, and he really wants to deal with the people on the opposite side directly.

The Li family is afraid that they will also become the target of public criticism.

After this incident, his idea of ​​going out for a trip came up again and became more intense. In fact, if the old man hadn't been thinking about it, Li Xingzhi would have packed up his things, left this troubled place, and found a place with beautiful scenery.

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Although the Li family is still weak, Li Xing's forces, under the control of Wang Xiucai, have developed over the past few years and have spread all over Chang'an. However, there are few troubles that can be hidden from his eyes and ears; while Sun Er and others have practiced hard for several years, and today,

If you move, it will be like a ferocious beast coming out of its cage, only to return bloodthirsty!

A few days later.

Somewhere in Chang'an, the small courtyard is quiet, incense is burning on the table, and the threads are spiraling up, and the Zen mood is deep. Beside the table, a huge figure sits cross-legged, with a smile on his face, like Maitreya in the temple, so peaceful and harmonious that people don't notice it.

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Suddenly, a burst of footsteps of varying severity was heard, and the originally Zen-like picture suddenly shattered! The sharp light in the eyes of 'Laughing Maitreya' flickered, and finally turned into the corners of his mouth curled up, and the original stagnant smile became even better.

The lips are as red as blood.

"What's the matter?" The clearly gentle and gentle tone sounded like thunder in the hearts of the people who came in a hurry! Their already pale faces became even paler.

Warm orange-yellow light shines into the courtyard, and the coldness chills people's hearts to the core.

"Master, something big happened! Ah Da, Ah Da and the others are all dead!!" The voice was shrill and unspeakable, like a black crow hoarse.

Before the words were finished, several more people came in. When they heard what they said, their faces turned miserable, "Lord, all those brothers, there are only a few of us left!!" The originally bleak atmosphere became even more intense and miserable.

At this time, the smile on Maitreya's face disappeared, and his originally plump face was dark and dripping with water; his small eyes were round and protruding, like an angry beast, roaring, choosing people to devour.

The people below have never seen their master look like this before. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, but they felt chills and trembling all over their bodies.

At this time, another person came in a hurry, holding a piece of cloth stained with ink in his hand, and offered it to him.

'Laughing Maitreya' picked up the cloth and looked at it. Suddenly, his black face turned red, "Pfft!", a mouthful of scarlet spurted out, and his face turned pale.

"Twenty years, haha, twenty years of foundation are all gone in one go! Hahaha, Ge, Ge -" At the end, he covered his chest and vomited out another mouthful of scarlet red! "Who, who, who is it?

——" The voice gradually became lower...

Hou Er would not have thought that all this was because of the little Li family that he had never paid attention to.

Li Xingzhi also didn't expect that Sun Er and his group were like criminals released from prison, like savage beasts that had not seen blood for many years. In one night, like wind and clouds, they chopped off all the branches and leaves of Hou Jubao's men.

Only a few broken branches and leaves were left to bear witness to this cruel fact. Many people who were preparing to fight the autumn wind also suffered the disaster of pond fish.

At this time, a group of sneaky guys, carrying large and small bags, knocked on the door of Li's house and got in through the crack in the door...

Li Xingzhi looked at the things that Sun Er and his group brought back and couldn't laugh or cry.

The gold, silver, cloth, jade and stone items are pretty reliable, but what about the bags of rice and noodles? Carrying hundreds of kilograms of stuff and evading search is the only one who can do it. They must really have nothing to bring.

Then I saw that everyone else was carrying several large bags, but I didn't look good with empty hands, so I took them away.

"You should keep these filial piety for yourself! Carry the rice and noodles to the kitchen and ask someone to cook them tomorrow." dd