"Stop, don't read it. www.biquge.info"The old lord waved his hand at her, all of them were his beloved treasures, as if they had been snatched by life......

The old lord was sad to hear this, that red coral was worth at least 10,000 catties of white flour if placed elsewhere!

"Don't be so detailed, I won't listen. The old lord rubbed his temples: "You just tell me the total, how much is the difference?"

"It's not ...... There is still a difference of 2,500 catties. ”

"So much?" the old lord was anxious when he heard this, "We still have something to sell, hurry up and change the grain!"

My true handiwork of the white tiger in "Spring Tree and Autumn Frost Pressing the Crowd Fang" ......"

The housekeeper interrupted with a bitter face: "It's already sold, sir." 1,100 pounds of grain were exchanged. ”

"Ahh ”

"Master" The housekeeper's voice was very soft, but her tone became more and more heavy: "Everything that can be sold has been sold, the time is too tight, some treasures have not had time to find good buyers, and everything I can handle at a low price has been replaced with grain." ”

"Isn't it enough?" the old lord asked knowingly, hoping that his ears were deaf and his brain was broken, and that he had heard it wrong.

"It's not enough. The housekeeper extinguished the little flame of his fantasies.

"Is it enough for me to sell this house, and this flower, this grass, this whole manor!" the old lord gritted his teeth, not knowing in his heart that he had scolded those "shrewd" merchants who took advantage of the fire to rob thousands of times, and he wanted to catch them one by one and blow them up and eat them.

"The house...... Nobody buys it. The housekeeper hesitated, but decided to answer succinctly and clearly, now everyone is racing against time to make up food, and there is really no time to consider the old lord's acceptance.

"What? what about the usual drooling fellows who look at my big manor?" the old lord suggested, "you can sell the house for gold and then exchange it for food."

I remember that my good friend Mr. Thomas mentioned that he liked this house.

You can sell it to him, you can sell it for a good price, we have been friends for decades, last time his youngest son committed an accident, I still bailed it,

He shouldn't be ruined. ”

"Master, I asked, but he didn't want it. The housekeeper pursed her lips and had something unspeakable.

"Ah, why?" said the old lord very strangely, "he has told me more than once that if I move to a new house one day, the estate must be sold to him." He also said, good brother, talk about righteousness, fat water does not leave outsiders to farm, this is ......" The old lord became more and more angry: "Did you ask him directly? His housekeeper is very picky, and it is useless to say it, you have to communicate with him directly and report my name......"

"Really, it was Mr. Thomas himself. The housekeeper said helplessly: "His original words were: 'What is the use of me buying it in the land of right and wrong?' The old horseman with high eyes is still embarrassed to ask me to collect money? When your lord dies, even his ancestral archway will be mine! Go and go, don't disturb me to sleep." ’”

"Huh?" the old lord's eyes were about to pop out in anger, "He really said that?"

"Don't dare to say anything, sir. The housekeeper bowed her head and stepped aside.

The old lord collapsed on the leather sofa that had been sold at a discount,

"The trees are falling and scattered, the walls are falling and everyone is pushing, they are all turtle sons who are waiting for me to die, so that I can knock gold teeth out of my mouth!"

When it's almost noon,

The sun was rising, and on a sunny autumn day, a delicate box-wheeled carriage was heading toward the lord's estate, pulling three thoroughbred Texas horses, their oily manes glowing with life in the sun. The purple-red nine-headed dragon carving on the side of the carriage opened its teeth and claws in all directions, and its hideous face touched everyone's heartbeat far away with the horse's hooves.

The carriage came from far and near, and stopped leisurely outside the iron gate at the entrance of the manor.

The door of the village is wide open,

Although it is likely that the envoys of the Assassin Guild were in the carriage from the lord downward, and there was a bloody moment here last night that everyone will never forget, everyone who participated in the welcome ceremony tried their best to express their deep respect and heartfelt joy with the smile on their cheeks.

The old lord smiled like a flower, his wrinkled face gathered in a heap, as if he did not remember the deadly irritation that the envelope with the broken needle had brought him last night.

The fear hormone kept fermenting, so that the tired old man was about to become completely numb.

"Your Excellency, welcome!

The old lord should be the first to meet him,

The coachman was dressed in black clothes and black trousers, covered his head and face with a black scarf, and sat cross-legged on the carriage without speaking, nor paying attention to him.

The old lord was embarrassed,

He heard movement in the carriage, as if a woman was talking, "Hmm...... dislike

You are necrotic,

Well...... Don't you...... So many people out there are listening!"

Although the windows of the carriage were curtained with red cloth, he had lived so long that he would have been a fool if he had not known what was going on in the carriage.

The old lord stepped aside and remained silent, at this time, it was definitely not a wise move to disturb the master who came to ask the master for sin.

I heard a male voice in the car again: "Beauty, leave them alone, they are all slaves who will die sooner or later."

Here, give me a kiss. ”

The carriage shook violently in front of the welcoming procession for a long time with a stick of incense.

The old lord's smile had long since froze on his face.

It's not the first time he's paid taxes and grain, in previous years, it was a smiling fat man who led the soldiers of the brigade to hand over cleanly, and then took the grain away. Although the fat man was a clerk of the Assassin Guild, he had a smiling face when he saw people, and he looked more like a shrewd businessman no matter how he looked at it.

And a few people who came this time...... No matter how arrogant their attitude is, it is still a problem how these few people can transport dozens of truckloads of grain...... Do you want to send someone to deliver it yourself?

However, the place where the Assassins' Society's military reserves are stored is an important secret, so how can these ordinary farmers be approached? If this envoy really wants to send someone to deliver it himself, isn't it the same as letting these farmers die? The methods of these big men are terrifying to think about......

The old lord took advantage of the spring breeze of the people in the carriage, and his tired mind was already thinking about some non-existent things.

"Beauty!"

"Hmmm......"

"I'll go and order these minions first, and then I'll spoil you later. ”

"Hmm...... No, no...... Don't go ......."

"Okay, just a moment. ”

The door of the car opened sideways, and everyone stood tremblingly, waiting for the long-awaited owner to reveal the true face of Lushan.

White checkered, white pants, jacket buttons wide open, when two hands hold the car door down, in the open door, the beautiful woman's big white legs are exposed, the young master of the white checkered head turns around and kisses, jumps out of the car, and doesn't care about anything. is still the woman inside, her eyebrows are like willow swallows, and her eyebrows are a little cinnabar red, she is ashamed to be seen naked by so many people, and she has an ape out of the carriage and takes the door.

Li San'er wiped a handful of nosebleeds, how could he have seen this scene in the countryside, the lewd sound of the incense just now had made him whimsical, his blood was spurting, and he was pressed by his father and did not dare to move, and now this sudden visual stimulation made him lonely Yang hyperactive, shivering, and bleeding from his nose.

Li San'er fixed his eyes and looked at the envoy of the association who came out, oily hair and powdery face, with seven or eight bright lipstick marks on his face and neck, and he was about the same age as himself, if he met him on the street, Li San'er would definitely think that he had met the second ancestor of a prodigal family, nothing remarkable, at best, he had a big temper and a bad character.

It's not the same as the adults of the Assassin Guild I've heard about!

The lord Old Sherlock's New Year's greetings were endless, and the rich vocabulary reserves and whimsical ideas made Li San'er dumbfounded.

The young master of the messenger squinted, too lazy to look at old Sherlock.

A few minutes later, the messenger interrupted the endless compliments: "How is the food ready?"

The lord thought that the honorable envoy of the association thought that he was talking too much nonsense, so he hurriedly got to the point: "Lord Messenger, I will give you a reception banquet, you have worked hard all the way, and the lower officials really can't bear to let you work hard repeatedly, and it is not too late to count the taxes and grains when you are full of wine and food." "He wanted to be able to drag on for a while, and the housekeeper went to find someone to sell the house again, and the old lord was buying her time.

"No need," the young master glanced back at the carriage, "Don't be verbose, this official still has important things to do."

Give me the list, where is the food?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide, the old lord took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, bowed his head, and presented it to the messenger with both hands.

The young master of the messenger didn't answer, he didn't even look at it,

Glancing at the dozens of grain trucks blocking the manor road: "Not enough." ”

He took out a flower handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Wait for you to die." ”

He turned around and left.

The two sentences were an understatement, and it was like thunder in everyone's ears.

The old lord was frightened: "My lord, my lord, stay here!"

He knelt down, grasped the direction well, and hugged the young master's shoes.

The man turned around, raised his hands high, and his white plaid shirt was a little bigger, like a parasol over the old lord's head.

"Why, lick my shoes so I don't have to die?"

"Your Excellency, please forgive me a few days, a few days. "The old lord licked his shoes fake, and took advantage of the proximity of the two of them to take out a bag of things from his arms and stuffed them into the pocket of the young master of the messenger.

The young master rolled his eyelids, put one hand down, pressed it on his pocket, and pouted: "So sincere?" and then looked up at the sky.

The old lord saw that this guy was greedy for money, and quickly picked up the conversation: "Yes, yes, my Sherlock family has tried their best for the association for three generations, and this time the harvest is really not good, and it is really not enough to collect the military tax grain and grass." He said with tears streaming down his face: "Your Excellency, Messenger, I beg you to be wise!"

Mark. Ethan lowered his hands and glanced at the carriage behind him, "It's not up to you to decide whether you're loyal or not, it's up to me." The hand patted the pocket where the things had just been placed.

"Yes, yes!" the old lord immediately understood, "Please move the envoy to the lieutenant general of the house, and the old slave will have a heavy gift later." ”

Marco glanced at the coachman who came with him, and the coachman, who was shrouded in darkness, nodded,

Marco raised the corners of his mouth and shrugged at the old lord.

Old Sherlock was overjoyed, and led the way in front of him, and the people moved into the house, and the servants laid out the feast and feasted the messenger.