Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The arrival of the leader of Fang Xing made Yangzhou Mansion wait for his move. ┡E small Δ says Ww*W.ん1XIAOSHUO. According to everyone's thoughts, Fang Xing had to take a few heads to establish his prestige, otherwise he would not be able to control the extravagant salt merchants.

But Fang awoke but was sleeping, and the whole resident seemed deserted. If it were not for the two sergeants standing at the gate, everyone would have thought the house was empty.

Yuan Ren came out of Miao Chengfu's house, got into the car blankly, and shouted, "Quick, go home."

When he got home, Yuan Ren called the guard, "Can Xing He Bo move?"

The guard shook his head: "Master, no, there is one thousand households in the city, and the other is outside the city."

Yuan Ren leaned back and fixedly looked at the roof.

He had just fallen out with those people, so he had to plan early, otherwise he would be cannon fodder if both sides win or lose.

A gust of wind blew in and Yuan Ren shivered. He sat upright, his eyes dullly said: "Go, let the madam clean up, we are going to go home."

The guard was taken aback, wondering if his home is here?

Yuan Ren waved his hand: "If someone tells his wife, she naturally knows."

After the guards left, a young woman opened the curtain from behind and walked to Yuan Ren's back lightly.

A pair of jade hands gently massaged Yuan Ren's temples, and he sighed comfortably: "Little Lian! Would you like to follow the master back to the country?"

Xiao Lian pursed her lips and chuckled, "Master, don't worry, the lowly concubine must be willing."

Yuan Ren thought of those people who were still in Miao Chengfu's family and didn't know what means they were discussing, and felt anxious.

"The human heart is sinister..." Yuan Ren felt exhausted physically and mentally. When he was about to squint for a while...

"Master, why do you want to go back?"

A bloated middle-aged woman entered the house surrounded by a group of maids. When she saw Xiao Lian, she said angrily: "Little bitch! Get out!"

Before Xiao Lian left, Yingying knelt down and said with tears, "Madam, the concubine is just..."

"Woo..."

There were still tears on Xiao Lian's face, but she tilted her head very quickly, and flew over her ears at the golden bracelet thrown over her face.

"Ouch!"

Yuan Ren rubbed his knees and said annoyed: "Madam, let's stop, wait someday when I die, you can do whatever you want!"

The woman snorted and didn't apologize. She just scratched her neck and asked, "Master, why do you want to go back to your hometown? Where is it! You have to ride a carriage for half an hour to get to the county seat, and what to do when you go back!"

Yuan Ren rubbed his knees, looked at the left and right, and said: "Xiao Lian avoids for a while, my wife and I have something to say."

After everyone was gone, Yuan Rencai said, "The salt administration is no longer possible. Miao Chengfu and Hu Erwen are still not willing to give up. I think that sooner or later, the whole family will be confiscated. So if you plan to donate half of the family property for your husband, you will ask for one. The whole family is safe."

It stands to reason that the Yuan family should be in charge of Yuan Ren, but when he was finished speaking, the middle-aged woman spit on her head and covered her face, cursing: "You are a plague god, that is half of the family property. Are you a nightmare? Everyone is fine. Yes, you are troubled! What happened to that Xing He Bo, can he escape the calculations of Miao Chengfu and Hu Erwen?"

Yuan Ren wiped the spit star on his face and smiled bitterly: "Madam, Xing Hebo has been to Yangzhou Mansion twice. Which time is it not the head-rolling!"

His wife was even more angry and shouted: "Which day will I be born without eating salt! As long as you hug each other, does he dare to catch them all? The old lady still admires him and is willing to go into exile!"

Yuan Ren wanted to say more, but his wife stared and shouted: "Do your business with peace of mind, just follow them in everything!"

...

Fang Xing slept until before dinner. He felt bitter in his mouth and soft in his body, so he took a bath.

When he came out again, the knife had already returned.

"Master, Yuan Ren's family lives in a big mansion in the east of the city. The little one accompanies the Yuan family to bet for money. There are more than sixty people in his family, all with knives and guns."

Fang Xing wiped his head irritably, "Where will Yuan Ren be tonight?"

"At the beginning, the salt merchants gathered at Miao Chengfu's house to discuss matters. Yuan Ren came out half an hour earlier and is still at home."

As long as Fang Xing didn't stare at him practicing calligraphy, the knife was good, so he was diligent in helping Fang Xing wipe his head.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Fang Xing was not willing to let a man wipe his head, so he asked casually: "How is the situation in his house?"

Xiao Dao's expression was a little weird, "Master, Yuan Ren's wife Zhou is a shrew. The old man used to be a professor in the Imperial College before returning to his hometown. He had a lot of students and good connections, so Yuan Ren didn't dare to provoke Zhou."

"interesting!"

Fang Xing felt a bit sultry, so he didn't wipe it at all. He put the towel on the table and ordered: "Let's keep an eye on it. Also, let Old Qi and Fang Wu come here."

After Xin Laoqi and Fang Wu arrived, Fang Xing was drinking tea and cursing the strange weather.

"Why is it so sultry that day? It feels like June Feixue, there must be grievances!"

Old Xin said dryly, "Master, should I send someone to visit if he is young?"

After drinking a cup of tea, Fang Xing felt a little better, and said, "I will leave two hundred-households tonight, Fang Wu, one of yours, and choose another one. Let's visit that Yuan Ren."

Lin Qun'an took a thousand households outside the city to stare at him, so Fang Xing handed the matter to Xin Laoqi.

As for who was in charge of the army, Fang Xing simply regarded it as babbling.

If Xin Laoqi is willing to leave his nationality, he will rely on his merits, and now he has to be more than a thousand officials.

"Master, do you want to fight?"

Fang Xing nodded and said, "I'm not sure, but you are prepared. There are more than sixty people and two hundred households are enough."

"Shen Hao, immediately arrange for people to patrol the street and throw them all out. I want the people to be accustomed to seeing the army."

"Knife, I will leave a small flag here tonight, you practice the calligraphy by yourself, and I will check it when you come back."

The knife tried to beg for mercy with a bitter face, but Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "Fuck off, I'm going to eat."

Dinner was noodles. After Fang Xing refused Xiao Zhen's offer to send a chef over, he changed the staple food to noodles.

The soup is broth, the topping is the meat removed from the bones, and the last is a spoonful of chili oil, which looks very delicious in red.

After eating the noodles, Fang woke up sweating and refreshed.

Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine.

Fang Xing wandered in front of the house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With a knife holding a stick, he ran over and said, "Master, Yuan Ren is out."

"Keep staring."

Yuan Ren came out of the house angrily, and after getting in the carriage, the carriage left immediately.

The scouts that followed alternately stared at the carriage, but only after the carriage had circled a large circle did it come back unexpectedly, but it was behind the Yuan's house.

A wall cut off the line of sight on both sides, and Yuan Ren changed his person after getting out of the car.

"Cui Niang, I'm here."

A woman came out smiling and greeted Yuan Ren in, and the courtyard door was closed immediately.

When the news reported to Fang Xing, he also admired him: "This man knows the secret of the dark under the light, talent!"

There is a fierce wife in the family, but he actually kept the outer room next door, which can only be described as bold and careful.

Fang Xing moved his neck and said, "I will leave in half an hour."