The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 402

[Chapter 402 A face as thick as a city wall]

“It hurts!”

Fang Xiu shouted out in an instant.

Zhao Yan rolled her eyes at him, and then she showed a solemn look on her face. She looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes and asked, “Is the assassin in your house a remnant of the Poison Gu sect?”

The one in Fang Xiu’s house. Zhao Yan had met this person before and had a certain understanding of him.

I heard that the last assassination of nine important town generals and the Minister of Rites was done by the Poison Gu sect.

So, the witch who assassinated Brother Kang was the female assassin named Liu Qing from Fang Mansion?

When Fang Xiu heard what he asked, he shook his head gently.

“No?”

“I don’t know.”

Fang Xiu replied.

After receiving this answer, Zhao Yan showed a puzzled and curious expression on her pretty face and asked, “Isn’t she here with you?”

Fang Xiu said, “I sent her to leave the capital two days ago.”

“Where to?”

“Gusu City in the south of the Yangtze River.”

Zhao Yan became even more curious: “Gusu City is not close to the capital. What did you send her there for?”

Fang Xiu replied truthfully: “To do something very important. If If

it succeeds, the people of Chu State may not suffer from famine within a hundred years.”

If someone else said this, Zhao Yan would definitely not believe it.

But from what Fang Xiu said, she actually believed it a little bit.

The person in front of me seems to have failed to do anything he said.

Even the so-called “Wenquxing descends to the earth” can be realized, not to

mention this. Before he took the provincial examination, Zhao Yan thought that he would probably fail.

“That witch was still in Prince Kang’s Mansion yesterday. If Liu Qing listened to your words and left the capital, she would not be her.”

Zhao Yan said.

After hearing this, Fang Xiu nodded, but he was thinking about something else.

He clearly remembered that before Liu Qing left, she specifically told him not to attend the birthday party at Prince Kang’s Mansion.

In this way, even if Liu Qing did not do it herself, or it had nothing to do with her, she must know something.

But why should she remind herself?

“What are you thinking about?”

Zhao Yan noticed something on the side, looked at him, and asked.

Fang Xiu pretended to think, frowned, and replied, “I’m thinking about what to eat for lunch today.”

When Zhao Yan heard this, she also looked thoughtful.

After a moment, she seemed to have thought of something, raised her head suddenly, looked at Fang Xiu, a smile appeared on her pretty face, and said excitedly: “The weather is getting colder, let’s eat hot pot!”

The capital has reached the climate for hot pot, but Gusu Autumn has just begun in the city.

Moreover, the autumn in Jiangnan Province is much milder than the autumn in Gyeonggi Province.

Even though the goal had been scored, the wind was still gentle and even a little warm.

This autumn is a bit like summer in Gyeonggi Province.

In the city of Suzhou, there is a cloth shop.

A little boy is busy entertaining guests.

Up and down, I didn’t know how long I had been busy, and then I had a chance to breathe.

However, when I looked back, I suddenly felt an unknown fire rising in my stomach.

The guy who claims to be from the capital is playing with the weeds in his flowerpot again!

In the past few days, this kind of thing has happened countless times.

They are all workers in the cloth shop, they also have to entertain guests, and they receive the same wages.

But why does this guy do so little work?

“Shopkeeper, this isn’t fair!”

the boy thought in his heart. When he saw the shopkeeper passing by, he grabbed his arm and said loudly.

The shopkeeper glanced at him and instantly understood what was going on.

If in the past, if his subordinates dared to speak to him like this, he would have slapped him in the face.

But since that guy came,

the shopkeeper glanced at the guy who was still observing the weed that he didn’t know what it was called.

He asked: “What’s going on? What’s unfair?”

The voice was not suppressed deliberately and could be heard in the entire front hall of Buzhuang.

Of course, it was dinner time at this time, and there were not many guests. The only people who stayed in Buzhuang were the workers of Buzhuang.

“Shopkeeper, we all get the same salary, why don’t some people have to work?”

the boy said very straightforwardly.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he glared at him and said loudly: “Who taught you this?”

“No one taught me. I think so myself. It’s not just me, everyone thinks so!”

The young man said with some indignation: “The Chinese New Year is coming soon. At this time, the business of Cloth Village is booming. We old men work very hard every day and are still too busy.

Why can some people be able to do everything?” If you don’t do it, stay in Buzhuang!”

The last sentence was almost shouted.

After everyone heard this, they immediately understood what happened. They all turned their attention to Qian Zheng, who was squatting on the ground observing and writing down something on the paper, and started talking about it.

The shopkeeper also looked at Qian Zheng.

I thought that if this little guy opened his mouth, this guy named Qian Zheng would feel embarrassed, say something, or leave Buzhuang voluntarily, but I didn’t expect that this man’s face would be as thick as a city wall.

He obviously heard it, but it seemed as if he didn’t hear it and was just doing his own thing.

I don’t know who I learned such a thick skin from!

“Ahem.”

The shopkeeper coughed twice and said, “I thought it was something, so don’t complain.

Everyone does the same job every day, what’s wrong with getting the same salary?

As for individual people, that’s fine. It’s just some people, but they have a young master to support them. If you have a young master to support you, you can do less work.”

He said this, there is no problem.

But the tone of his voice was a bit sinister, and you could tell the meaning behind his words after just a quick listen.

He was insinuating Qian Zheng.

But even so,

Qian Zheng remained indifferent and just wrote something with a pen and paper.

Those who didn’t know thought he was the shopkeeper of this cloth shop.

No one can be this kind of person, or have such a thick skin. When

the shopkeeper saw this, he could only sigh, waved his hands, and said angrily: “Okay, okay, it’s all gone. “Hurry up and eat quickly. After eating, you have to work in the afternoon!”

There is really nothing he can do about this one.

When the young master sent him to his place, he specifically warned him that there would be no problem even if he had to do less work.

His daily wages were paid as usual, and he was allowed to live and eat in the cloth village.

Therefore, no matter how little work he did, he could not fire him.

No matter how displeased he was, what could he do? Who would let the young master support him behind his back? The shopkeeper

sighed, shook his head, and walked to the backyard.

I really don’t know how long this guy will stay in Buzhuang

(End of Chapter)