Chapter 157 The Plum Blossom Key is Born in the Dark

Several people had already been frightened by the previous scene, where was they still in the mood to listen to what the chief steward said about their father's affairs, only to feel that there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at them in the shadows in the dark along the way, and they could pounce at any time.

This kind of fear seems to be contagious, Rao is Lan Qiduo was calm and was also troubled by the expressions of several people around him, but this big steward didn't know what happened before, he just said something about his father's past in a nostalgic tone at this time.

"In the nineteenth year of Jingping, my father received a commission from a client, and it can be said that this incident changed my father's life."

Although the four seas money village in the capital is not as big as the birthplace of the four sea money villages like Xishan Mansion, the four sea money villages in the capital are not small, accounting for more than half of the copper lane, not to mention, it is said that it took more than ten years to have the current size, which is only an inch of land, especially the capital where a brick can be smashed at will, which is really a great thing.

Lan Qiduo and the others, except for the fat steward and the chief steward of Sihai Qianzhuang, they didn't know how big it was, and they didn't know how to walk the road, Lan Qiduo only saw a lot of warehouse-like room doors, all of them stood expressionless men with weapons, only when they saw the chief steward, they nodded slightly, and the rest of the people were ignored by them.

Lan Qiduo's own account manager opened his eyes in Sihai Qianzhuang, and he squinted a pair of mung bean-sized eyes and looked at Si's environment very seriously.

But Lan Qiduo heard the chief steward muttering something very important at this time: "The thing that changed my father's life is what the temple wants to see now." ”

"The nineteenth year of Jingping, isn't it the penultimate year of the reign of the first emperor?"

"Yes! It's been almost twenty-four years now! ”

"With my father, and myself, we've been keeping this thing for twenty-four years now! I also waited for the plum blossom key for twenty-four years......"

When the chief steward said this, he reduced his gloomy fear just now, and Lan Qiduo asked in silence, "Isn't it possible that no one has come to pick up this thing in twenty-four years?" For some reason, Lan Qiduo thought if he remembered correctly. Xiahou Yi's age seems to be twenty-four years old, and twenty-five years old?

The chief steward glanced back at Lan Qiduo: "The palace is smart! It is precisely because no one has cared about it for 24 years that my father has been talked about behind his back about the things that he is greedy for, and he forgets his righteousness, and some colleagues have framed Sihai Qianzhuang because of this, saying that my father has smeared Sihai Qianzhuang. ”

"Doesn't your father know the explanation?"

"Temple, there are rules for one line. The rule of Sihai Money is that you take over the customer's business. It is not allowed to reveal half of it to the outside world, except for the situation to be recorded, the rest of the things are all discussed by the patrons and stewards themselves. Both sides make their own documents, and then the intermediary makes the decision and serves as evidence. ”

"That's fair, but your father has a hard time arguing. What about the middlemen of the day? ”

The chief steward seemed to be happy or unhappy, and glanced at Lan Qiduo as if he was crying: "Palace." The grass people are forty and six this year, and if the grass people's father is still alive, he will be almost seventy! ”

Lan Qiduo was silent, life is rare for seventy years, and there are few people who can live to this age. It's human nature that the old steward can't hold on.

"Generally speaking, the people who can be middle-aged are old and respectable people, and they have died before the owner of the key can come to pick up the things, and even if the person concerned is gone, even if their descendants have the paperwork in their hands. There's no way to say clearly, but many people say they're complicit. Just because the things sent by the customer at that time were very impressive, and even now no one can surpass the scale of the customer. ”

"Patrons generally pay a one-time payment of 20 years of money to save things, according to the value of the thing to charge a certain fee, when the time comes, more refund and less to make up, but most of the time to save a year or two will be withdrawn, the longest is not more than eight years, people who can save things for a long time, will not care about those small money, and the money bank for more than 20 years no one to receive the things, will be sealed, it can be said that no longer take care of this thing. In fact, such a valuable thing is already rare that no one has asked about it for ten years, let alone one that has not been asked about for twenty years? Those who secretly played the idea of this thing secretly slandered the father of the grass people, and the middlemen died one after another, and the family of the patron was gone, and no one could prove the innocence of the father of the grass people except for the person who held the key at that time! My father couldn't swallow this breath, and the grass people family had been the steward of the Four Seas Money Village for generations, and when that incident came out, our family's reputation was discredited, if it weren't for the sympathy of the owner, the grass people might not even have a home. The reputation of being a good person is bad, it can be said that the future of this industry is over, and the grass people themselves did not say that they had a daughter-in-law until they were thirty years old, and the grass people's son was only fifteen years old this year! ”

"What year did your father die?" Lan Ziduo asked suddenly.

The chief steward replied consciously: "The autumn of the eighth year of Kangtai." ”

Lan Qiduo narrowed his eyes, has Kangtai been eight years? Also, Xiahou Yi was only thirteen years old at that time, a little old, and he had been abducted and sold for so long, so it was understandable that he couldn't imagine coming to Qianzhuang.

"And he's just going to keep looking at those things?"

The chief steward led Lan Qiduo and his party through the rows of warehouses and stopped in front of the innermost one, and sighed: "In fact, these things are not cared for in the money village!" It's just a face-saving affair, and the owner also thinks that the grass people's father is doing the right thing, so no matter what the outside says, he takes good care of our family, and he also turns a blind eye to those who are privately supported by his father with money to guard the door. ”

"It's just that the grass people's father is blessed, and he didn't see the owner of this thing come to fetch it until he died."

After the chief steward finished speaking, he consciously glanced at the house on the right, and the things that the chief steward said were originally very heavy and went ashore, and everyone was excited by his eyes! You must know that this is where the father's tablet of the chief steward stays, and he said before that his father would look at the person with the plum key......

Even Lan Qiduo was afraid that the chief steward would suddenly become the same excited as before, as if he had changed to a different person.

The chief steward saluted Lan Qiduo, and then bowed down to the place where he had put the tablet, and everyone hastened to make way for him.

"Father, if you have a spirit in the sky, you should see it today, the owner of the plum blossom key is here today, and the customer of the things you have guarded for half your life is here, and today the son can put you in our ancestral hall, so that you can be worshiped by the incense of your descendants......"

He spoke for nearly a quarter of an hour before he stopped.

Lan Qiduo suddenly said with a faint expression: "Aren't you afraid that this palace is pretending?" (To be continued.) )