The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 6

[Chapter 6 Conflict]

“Master, I only have one hundred taels…”

Bai Xiaochun rummaged through the pockets of several guards before collecting one hundred taels of silver, which was still far from a thousand taels.

Fang Xiu looked at the broken silver and banknotes on the table, feeling a little regretful.

If I had known this, I should have asked the price before pretending…

Fang Xiu hesitated for a while, looked at the restaurant manager, and said, “How about…”

“Our store does not accept credit, Mr. Fang, please forgive me.”

Fang Xiu’s His eyes turned to the other four people.

The four of them shuddered and fell silent.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for half a stick of incense.

Perhaps because Fang Xiu was staring at him a little, Wu Yi said, “I still have fifty taels with me, and I’ll give them to you…”

The man next to him finally couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “I only have twenty taels here. “

Two.”

“You know my situation. I can’t bring much money with me when I go out.”

“…”

Fang Xiu rummaged through the four people’s clothes and found a total of one hundred taels of silver.

The combined money of four people is not enough to buy a house in the suburbs…

Are you still called a dandy?

He…tui!

Fang Xiu sighed, looked at the restaurant manager, and said, “I’ll write you an IOU first, and you will send someone to Fang Mansion to get the money tomorrow.”

The restaurant manager had a look of embarrassment on his face.

These are all well-known nobles in Kyoto, and they can’t afford to offend a commoner like him.

But…

he remembered what Yang Gongzi, the Minister of Rites, had said before, and his originally hesitant expression gradually became firm.

“It stands to reason that we, Zuihua Pavilion, will do our best to satisfy Mr. Fang’s request, but… I really can’t make the final decision on the affairs of this accounting room.”

The restaurant manager hesitated for a moment, then whispered: “I think some of the young masters here know this. “Although I’m the shopkeeper, I’m actually just an errand boy. One thousand taels of silver is really not a small amount. I have to ask…

Young Master for your forgiveness.”

“Go ahead, I’ll wait here.”

Fang Xiu waved his hand and said.

Everyone knew that Zuihua Pavilion was the property of the Minister of Rites, so they did not embarrass him.

“Mr. Fang, go down and come back.”

The shopkeeper bowed respectfully and hurriedly walked downstairs.

After he left, Fang Xiu glanced at the four of them and said, “Don’t worry, a gentleman’s words are hard to follow. Since I want to invite you today, I will keep my promise and I will never charge you a tael of silver. Let’s all sit down and continue drinking.”

When the four of them heard this, they felt even more uneasy.

Wu Yi even muttered in a low voice: “You must be a gentleman…”

………

The Minister of Rites.

Somewhere in the study room, a young man wearing a fox fur sat on the chair of the Grand Master and asked casually, “Master Fang?”

“That’s Fang Xiu, the only son of Uncle Anping.”

The shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion stood bent over, Looks respectful.

The young man had a playful smile on his face, thought for a moment, and said, “If you can’t get the money, let him wait. Send someone to Anpingbo’s house to let him know, and let him go when the money arrives.”

“Is this… okay? It would be inappropriate. After all, An Pingbo has been fighting abroad for many years and has won the respect of His Majesty. If…”

Halfway through the restaurant owner’s words, when he saw the young man looking at him, he immediately did not dare to say any more and quickly bowed: “You are just too talkative. “Okay, let’s go and do it now.”

The young man took a sip from the tea cup and said, “It is natural to pay back debts. Even if your Majesty comes here, you can’t say anything. Just do it, His Highness Prince Ning will give it to you. Support me, let alone Fang Xiu, it won’t be a big deal even if Uncle An Ping arrives.”

“Yes, Master.”

…

In Zuihua Pavilion.

Fang Xiu and the four others exchanged cups and drank happily.

The wines in Chu State are all undistilled and low-alcohol wines, but they couldn’t handle the large amounts. After a few times, even Fang Xiu had a blush on his face.

Not to mention the other four people, if it weren’t for the support of the table, they might have fainted long ago.

About half an hour later.

The owner of the restaurant hurried upstairs, pushed the door open, and said, “Master Fang, I have sent people to Uncle Anping’s house. When the money arrives, you and the other masters can leave.”

His words made the four other masters except Fang Xiu The man was furious.

Wu Yi even slapped the table and stood up, cursing: “What do you mean? I want to leave now, but I can’t leave now?”

People are most likely to be irritable when they are drunk, let alone Wu Xiaohou, who is used to being domineering.

After Wu Yi finished scolding, he didn’t seem to be relieved. He overturned the table and walked out angrily: “I’m going back home now! Let’s see who dares to stop me!”

Fang Xiu was still conscious. Hearing the words of the restaurant manager, he was the first to The reaction was that the Minister of Rites spoke.

As for why they did this…

with Fang Xiu’s experience, he didn’t need to think too much to understand that it was nothing more than forcing him to take sides.

The battle to seize the direct line has been going on for a long time, and now it has entered a fierce stage.

Whoever can get the support of the generals is equivalent to sitting on the throne with half his butt.

But neither the sixteen Forbidden Army generals nor the nine important town generals seemed to have any intention of participating.

The second prince, Prince Ning, is now in the limelight. He may not be able to hold on any longer and will force the generals to make a decision!

There is no doubt that this incident is a warning from King Ning to An Pingbo or the generals in important towns!

Otherwise, how could a small restaurant owner dare to stop them!

Sure enough, the restaurant owner’s expression became colder and he said, “This is Young Master Yang’s intention. Mr. Wu, please forgive me.”

Wu Yi wandered up to the restaurant owner, put his face to his face, and exhaled the smell of alcohol: ” I’ll forgive you!”

“You…” the restaurant manager was trembling with anger: “You’re insulting Sven…”

“I’m insulting your grandma!”

Wu Yi picked up the wine bottle on the table and pointed it at the manager’s head. Just for a moment!

Bang –

the head of the restaurant owner suddenly started bleeding profusely.

He covered the bleeding wound, his body like chaff, and shouted to the young man in green clothes next to him: “Hurry up, go and ask Xia to catch the head!”

Seeing that the face of the restaurant owner was stained red with blood, Wu Yi was mostly awake from the wine. He quickly threw away the wine bottle in his hand.

Immediately after hearing the words “Xia Captou”, my legs went weak and I slumped down on the chair, as if I had lost my soul.

The restaurant owner covered his injured head, pointed at Wu Yi, and said tremblingly: “The emperor is still so rampant under his feet. Even if you are the son of the Anqing Hou family, you cannot act like this!”

After he finished the call tremblingly, it seemed that he was Afraid that Wu Yi would hit himself with a wine bottle again, he ran downstairs as if running away.

Fang Xiu looked at Wu Yi, who was slumped on the chair in despair, and was startled.

An Qinghou, like An Pingbo, was born in the military.

Growing up in this environment, the children have more or less the resolute temperament of those in the military.

Wu Yi was like this. He had never looked so down and out.

Fang Xiu racked his brains and couldn’t recall who “Xia Baotou” was.

The owner of the restaurant frightened the always arrogant and domineering Mr. Wu Xiaohou into this state just by saying his name…

He hesitated for a while and asked, “Who is Capt. Xia?”

(End of Chapter)