My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 28

[Chapter 28 We all know the rules]

“Sir, what did you want to say just now?”

The middle-aged woman also looked at Jing Zhe and asked.

“…”

Jing Zhe’s face turned red.

I just revealed my identity, and the pretense effect is maxed out.

But now…

Jing Zhe was a little hesitant, but after a while he finally plucked up the courage: “To be honest, madam, I am A Kun!”

“…”

The scene was silent, and after a moment it exploded.

“Are you Akun?”

“Another faker!”

“Haha, look what I’m talking about?”

Immediately afterwards, disdainful and mocking words rang out.

“I’m really A Kun!”

Jing Zhe shouted with dissatisfaction.

“How to prove it?”

“…”

After living for so many years, this was the first time he encountered this problem of how to prove it was me. Jing Zhe was speechless for a moment.

“Look, you can’t prove it. Why do you say you are?”

“This man has a problem for a long time. I discovered it as soon as I walked in!”

“He is so thin and long, how can he be Mr. A Kun?”

Jing Zhe was angry. , roared: “Then I will compose a poem for you Zuimenglou. Can it be proved? Just let the scholars in the city verify it!”

After saying that, he started to use his brain, trying to find a poem of good quality. Wait – at least it can’t be worse than the last one, but it needs to be a poem that fits the artistic conception to prove itself.

“Master, don’t bother.”

While he was thinking hard, a middle-aged woman stood up and said, “Even if the master makes it, we don’t have enough money to buy it, so I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Between Jing Zhe and the gorgeous woman, Middle-aged women are naturally more willing to trust women, after all, they are their own people.

Now that they have described the appearance of Mr. A Kun, anyone who is not blind can tell the huge difference between the young man in front of him and Mr. A Kun. It is a waste of time for him to write poems.

And I heard that Mr. A Kun is Mr. Lin’s guest, so I’m afraid there will be no chance to contact him now.

After saying that, the middle-aged woman who was in a bad mood turned around and went upstairs, waving her hand, “Yuexiang, close the door and see the guests off!”

“Yes, madam!”

“…”

…

“What kind of place can a dog have?”

” Full of deep malice towards pretentious people!”

“No wonder I can’t handle Chunshui Tower!”

Jing Zhe cursed and left Zuimeng Tower, and decided not to set foot in this shabby place again.

His original plan was to make ice and sell it to Chun Shui Lou. It was a direct sale, so there was no middleman making a difference in the price, which would save a lot of worry.

After breaking up with the old madam, he decided to sell it to Zuimenglou. It was also a direct sale, and it could disgust Chunshuilou, killing two birds with one stone.

But after his defeat in Zuimenglou, he made up his mind to no longer engage in direct sales and direct retail.

When he sells his reputation, others will beg him!

The entire journey was gloomy, and Hanhan was so frightened that he didn’t dare to interrupt.

Fat Ball and the others were very efficient. Jing Zhe thought that it would take at least a day to transport a house full of saltpeter. However, by the time he got home at noon, all the saltpeter had been brought back.

Fat Ball and the others were sitting on the doorstep to rest. When they saw Jing Zhe coming back, they immediately stood up.

“Young Village Master, everything is over!”

“Not bad, not bad!”

Jing Zhe nodded, “Sure enough, you are still the expert!” Fatty

Ball smiled and asked curiously: “Where has the Young Village Master gone?”

“Oh, go. “

Chunshui Tower

?”

Fat Ball’s eyes widened when they heard these three words.

“Oh, I went to Zuimenglou again!”

“Zuimenglou…”

This time, Fatty Ball almost said it through gritted teeth.

We were moving soil and you were visiting a brothel. It was broad daylight and you were visiting a brothel. Isn’t this the right thing to do?

The look he looked at Hanhan was filled with envy and jealousy.

Jing Zhe walked around the house while mentally calculating the next work and the money required.

I earned fifty taels from selling poems, but I spent forty taels on buying the house and saltpeter. Then I also bought mutton and wine, and now I have less than ten taels left.

The first pot of gold in retail is crucial!

Jing Zhe patted Fatty Ball on the shoulder: “I thought you would have to work for a day, but I didn’t expect that it would be over in less than half a day. It’s really hard work! In this case-“

Fat Ball and the others looked up at Jing Zhe, their hearts, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembling: Are you going to take us to a brothel?

“Then you can continue your work in the afternoon!”

“…”

Fat Ball promised that if Jing Zhe was not the leader of the young village, he would let him know that his big ass of more than 200 kilograms is not a vegetarian.

“What? Don’t want to?”

Jing Zhe asked after seeing that several people were not in high spirits.

“…”

Still no one answered.

“Forget it, you can’t do it, go back to the mountain in the afternoon! I’ll ask Hanhan to call some people down!”

Fat Ball held his head high and said nothing, thinking that this way, I have long wanted to go back to the mountain!

“It’s just a pity. I planned to take you to a place that all men want to go to at night, but I have to let others go!”

Jing Zhe shook his head with a look of pity.

“No! Young Village Master, you can do it! We can do it!”

“Yeah, where are we?”

“Young Village Master, let us do it! Whoever doesn’t let us do it will be in a hurry!”

Several people who were still reeling just now , the blood boils instantly.

“Okay, let’s go eat first and then get busy after dinner. When we finish our work in the evening, we’ll go together…hehehehe…”

“Hehehehe…”

The men showed innocent and silly smiles.

“Don’t tell my eldest sister when you go back to the mountain!”

“No, we all know the rules, hehehe…”

Fat Ball promised.

…

Jing Zhe’s house is in a good location and has been uninhabited for many years. Suddenly there are people there, so naturally it cannot escape the eyes of the surrounding neighbors.

After having a quick meal at noon, when passing by the entrance of the watermelon shop, the waiter from before stopped Jing Zhe.

“Did you buy this house?”

he asked, pouting diagonally across the street.

“Yes.”

“Okay, it’s a lot of money! What are you going to do after buying it?”

the clerk asked nonchalantly.

“It’s similar to my brother’s place. They also sell some summer-relieving products.”

“Summer-relieving products?”

The waiter’s eyes widened, “All the melons in this city have been taken by my young master, what other summer-relieving products can you sell?”

Jing Zhe chuckled: “Does your family sell mung bean soup?” After hearing what he said, the nervousness on the waiter’s face disappeared and he sneered twice, “You can make mung bean soup at home,

who

would be so stupid as to do it?” Buy? Besides, what do you earn from a bowl of food that costs one penny?”

“We don’t sell mung bean soup that costs one penny.”

When the waiter heard this, he thought Jing Zhe was teasing him on purpose. After all, he was just teasing him the day before. Sold him a watermelon worth 100 Wen.

“One hundred coins? Go ahead and sell it! If you can sell one bowl, I will take your last name!”

After saying that, the waiter walked into the house angrily.

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