Long Yunmeng sat down on the couch, and the little servant moved the brazier closer. Yu Hou roasted his hands and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing." You don't ask why, in short, just sell them all, you have to be fast, it's too late to be late. ”

Seeing this, Hua Jin hurriedly walked over, folded his waist, and moved his round ass into Hou Ye's arms, and put Hou Ye's cold hands into his arms, telling him to pinch the pair of hot and warm pepper milk, shaking his buttocks in circles, and not caring that there was a little guy next to him:

"Master Hou, the brother of the slave slave is taking care of Master Hou, the business is getting bigger and bigger, and it is winter now, so it is easy to store, the sheep, pigs, chickens, and geese have entered a lot, and they have become a mountain in the backyard, if you want to sell them all at once, where can you sell them. Besides, he relied on this business to earn food, and he was not allowed to sell meat, what is his family's old snack? ”

Long Yunmeng twisted the pair of chicken head meat and said with a smile: "Can't sell it?" Then reduce the price, don't the meat shops in the neighborhood all take goods from these meat stores in the North Market? If your brother sells cheaper than anyone else, are you afraid that he won't be able to sell it? If you still can't sell it, then continue to reduce the price to a lower price than the purchase price, then you can always sell, right? As for the future livelihood, if you can't sell meat, you can sell vegetables. ”

Miss Jin'er's buttocks were rounder, and there was a little bit of skillful sifting, she wrapped her neck around her neck and said coquettishly: "Master Hou, since you said so, it must be for the good of the slave's brother, but you have to reveal it to some extent, why did you do this, Lord Hou rest assured." The slave's mouth was tight. ”

Huajin girl's buttocks are like peaches, firm and tight, this Hou Ye has always liked to play the most. Usually, as long as she uses this trick, if there is any demand, Long Yunmeng will not agree, but now I don't know why, Long Yunmeng just refuses to say.

"Hey, hey! Your mouth...... Of course, it's very important, but don't ask about things you shouldn't know......"

Long Yunmeng stroked Jin'er's pink red lips. There was an ambiguous smile on his face, and the words he said were also ambiguous, but there was already a little coldness in his eyes: "It's always my own relatives." Don't say that I don't care about you, I can sell a penny for a penny, otherwise...... When the time comes, don't come and cry to me. ”

Jin'er finally realized that something was unusual. Her man's eyes were very serious. She didn't understand why, this matter couldn't make sense at all, how could the capital of Qi at the foot of the Son of Heaven not sell chickens, ducks, fish and meat, the poor couldn't afford to eat it, and the dignitaries didn't eat meat? She couldn't figure it out, but she knew that something big must have happened, if she didn't listen to Hou Ye's orders. She's going to regret it, she's going to regret it.

Miss Jin'er quickly pursed her mouth. He kissed Long Yunmeng on the face, hurriedly stood up and said, "Yes!" The slave will go. ”

She hesitated for a moment, and then said: "If you send someone casually, I am afraid that my brother will not be willing to lose, and the slave family wants to go in person." ”

Long Yunmeng waved his hand and said, "Go, go early." Keep your mouth tight, otherwise don't blame me for not recognizing this relative. By the way, you bring back 50 chickens and ducks, pigs and sheep, buy three each, and keep them in our backyard while the weather is still freezing. ”

After Tian Qiniang left, the old mansion next to Xingjin Bridge quickly quieted down. The "tolerances" cruising around the old house, the "hawkers" pushing the carts, and the "fangmen" carrying baskets. They all disappeared without a trace. The scene of the public patrolling, hawkers, and residents wandering is actually abnormal for Jishanfang, and now this is the normal state.

Jishan Fang is connected to Xingjin Bridge in the north, is the closest to the main gate of the palace of a square, the most dignitaries live in the square, so the outside of the square Jinwu, the square in the Wuhou. In addition, the Fang Ding under Fang Zheng is the most fully equipped. There are people patrolling the streets from time to time, and people in the shop walk freely, but people from outside the shop will be subject to the strictest scrutiny.

In fact, there really wasn't anyone else coming in except for the people from the workshop. When some people come, most of them are led by relatives and friends, and those who enter and leave the mansions of wealthy families hold worship stickers and carry official flags, and idlers will not come in, and hawkers who walk the streets and alleys will not come here, although there are also small urban areas here. But it's better to do a small business here than in a neighborhood populated by civilians.

The security of the whole Jishan Fang is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, and no one likes to walk on the street, and there are a few pairs of eyes staring at him, especially the rich. It is necessary to protect the safety of the nobles, but also not to make the nobles feel restrained, and the Fang Zheng, the bad handsome, who is responsible for the security and affairs of the square, and Jin Wuwei, who is responsible for the patrol security, can be described as painstaking.

However, the hard work will not be in vain, Jishanfang has always been one of the best places in Lin'an, I dare not say that the road to governance is not forgotten, but it can really not be closed at night, because the young people will not come here. And who dares to go to someone else's house in the middle of the night.

Today, Xiao Shuai Kai Youjia is drinking at Qi Jianhuai's house in Fangzheng, and Qi Jianhuai's mother-in-law Han Gardenia has set up a sumptuous banquet to entertain her husband's old partner. Li Zhengqiao is about to be promoted, he has been a bad handsome in Jishanfang for six years, because of his outstanding political achievements, he was favored by Lin'an Wei Tang Zong, and he wanted to promote him to Lin'an Mansion to do things.

You can drop a brick on a wall like Jishanfang. It may be a gentleman's place to be a handsome person for six years, and it is more than enough to be promoted to Lin'an Mansion to be a general capital. In the past few years, his test results have been excellent, and there has been no major case in Jishanfang. In three days, he will step down and go to Lin'an Mansion to take office.

Qi Jianhuai was also very happy, his Fang Zheng expired at the end of last year, but there was no objection that he was appointed as the Fang Zheng of the Fang again. It is indeed hard work to be a workshop among a litter of dignitaries and nobles, but in such a place, he also earns a lot of money.

Don't think that dignitaries and nobles are bullying people unreasonable, he doesn't mention the gray income outside, just which dignitaries and nobles in the workshop do happy events, or the big red envelopes distributed to him during the New Year's holidays, which accumulate a lot of income. Of course, the nobles are not afraid that he will not do things without care, but for the neighborhood, especially the neighborhoods that deal with him all the year round, only a stupid person will use high-pressure methods and do not understand Huairou.

Qi Jianhuai is already old. Fifty-seven years old, he can't afford to climb in the middle of the night, but he plans to grit his teeth and hold on for another three years. In another three years, he will be able to make his son the next Fang Zheng who is expected to return, and now Lou Junbao, who is the deputy Fang Zheng, is staring at his position, hehe, let the old guy wait, he is four years younger than the old man, and Lao Tzu will be Fang Zheng again. I have to rely on you to die!

At this moment, a black figure dressed as a young man had already stepped into the gate of Jishanfang.

Yao'er wandered to the side of the courtyard of the old mansion. Seeing that there was no one in front of him, he suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand on the wall, and flashed into the wall like a bird. The moment his body swept over the wall, he let go. Let the body rub on the wall deliberately, and fall with a puddle of snow, and the handprint on the wall is gone.

A moment later, Haruka appeared in front of a door.

The whole house has a large courtyard and a small courtyard, and there are many houses in each courtyard, and the inside and outside of the house are deserted and scary, as if there is no one living at all, and Yao'er passes through some very subtle places. Make sure there must be a resident in this house.

He approached cautiously, his ear pressed against the door. After listening with bated breath, I heard someone inside snort heavily, and said, "Why did I wait so long for you to come!" ”

Yao'er leaned over cautiously, gently pressed her ear to the door, and listened with bated breath, only to hear someone inside snort heavily, and said, "Why did I wait so long for you to come!" ”

When Yao'er heard this, her feet were empty, and she almost hit the empty door headlong, and then crashed into it. He didn't know if the people who lived in this old mansion knew immortal arts, but he had seen that superb martial arts, so he was extra careful when he approached the door, and he didn't expect to be discovered by the people inside.

This is an impossible thing in Yao'er's opinion, people who practice martial arts, the five senses are indeed more sensitive than ordinary people, but it is impossible to reach the magical level imagined by laymen. If a person's voice is similar to the movement of an ant walking, it is impossible to be heard, and if a person really has such magical ear power, then she would have died a long time ago, from the destruction of "noise".

"Does this old nun really have great powers?" Yao'er stood still in shock, she had already heard that the person who was asking was an old woman, and there were only three people living in this old mansion, and there was only one woman among the three, except for the dustless old nun, it could be no one else.

Yao'er took three steps back, lightly straightened her clothes, and decided to meet Zhengda unknowingly.

She arched her hands, and was about to speak, when she heard another person in the room speak, this time in a man's voice: "Is this still slow?" I'm always going to have to walk around, just in case. Besides, it's hard to cook. Alright, this courtyard is empty, and there are no outsiders, so let's eat quickly. ”

Yao'er was relieved when she heard this, daring to love that this old nun was talking to someone else, so she thought she had found herself, Yao'er leaned over again, put her ear to the door, but didn't hear the conversation between the two again, Yao'er estimated that the two had entered the inner room, so she went around.

Jumping on the roof and uncovering the tile to see the interior is just a random fiction in some TV dramas and novels. Actually, that's not possible. In the house of the dweller, after the beams and sandalwood on the roof truss are erected, the board is smeared with straw yellow mud, and a thick layer of yellow mud will be paved with tiles, and the seams will be tightly sealed. to keep out the rain. It is impossible to lift a tile to see the interior, and if there are only tiles on the roof, there is no one standing at all.

Yao'er wanted to go around the direction of the inner room and spy on the movement in the room. Wait until she walks around to a window. Looking at the window, I couldn't help but cry out secretly. This is a mullioned window, and the window is not pasted with window paper, but "Ming Tile". The so-called "Mingwa" is a kind of grinding thin slice of oysters. The light transmission effect is less than half that of modern ground glass, but it was an excellent light transmission material at that time.

If it was the kind of tough paper that could make an umbrella, she could use the tip of her knife to make a small hole to watch the movement in the house, and if the oyster slice was broken or pried off, the people there would have already found out and watched something. Yao'er was stunned for a moment, gritted her teeth and went back to the front room.

She pushed it slightly, and the door opened silently.

Although it has been inhabited here for a long time, after the three "living immortals" moved in. , Yunmeng has done his best to repair and maintain their residence, and the door shaft has also been filled with oil, and it has been opened quietly. Haruka breathed a sigh of relief, and flashed in like a tanuki.

She had already made up her mind, if she was discovered, she would say that she was here to thank her, she was a junior, and these seniors who played Lai Pi couldn't really see her like her.

This room is not big, only a wooden screen is used between the inner and outer rooms, the room is not big, the outer room is a hall, only a pair of calligraphy and paintings, a low table, two sets of couches, and there is not much space left.

The Yu family's old house is not without a big house, but now it is winter, the heating of the big house is not good, even if the kang is dished and the fire wall is built, it is difficult to be warm as spring, this room is not bad, as soon as you come in, there is a hot flow on the face.

The screen was all wooden, and Haruka crept over to the screen and quietly looked inside......

The inner room is slightly larger than the outer hall, there is a row of cabinets on the wall, and there is a fire kang on the side, and the dustless old nun and Qin Ren are sitting cross-legged on the kang.

It is said that the old nun, who only eats one rice or one sesame seed a day, has a food plate in front of her, and there is a big hoof in the plate, which is shining with oily light under the light, and the hoof has been gnawed by her, and the corners of her mouth and cheeks are greasy.

There was also a plate of Hu Biscuits next to him, and the dustless old nun who had already gnawed off most of his hooves in one breath was not too hungry at this time, so he picked up a Hu Biscuit, took a bite of it gently, and by the way, wiped the greasy oil that flowed to his chin with the cake, and then lifted a tin wine jug, and did not pour it into the cup, but poured a big sip on the spout.

Qin Ren sneered: "You two are really asking for hardship, saying that you know how to do magic, can you live forever?" I have to brag, what to brag about his ability to open the valley, take three pills a day and don't need to eat. Anyway, one of the pills made of his rice flour is the size of a dragon's eye, and he can last for a while if he takes three pills.

You can blow better than him, and you say that you have a grain of rice a day and don't eat at noon. Well, the saint spent a whole afternoon here today, and in the morning, officers and soldiers came here to search and guard, and I can fish and eat big meat at noon, so you have to pretend to be a fairy there hungry and suffer by yourself! ”

The dustless old nun glared at him and said, "What do you know? Otherwise, how can we make people believe that we are really people with great skills? You are a Qin person, you can be a big fish and a big meat, how can we do it? You said that the immortals there have seven emotions and six desires, will be jealous of others, will favor relatives, the lord of the heavenly realm can go down to seduce a group of mortal women, give birth to a bunch of illegitimate children of demigods, when the son of the immortal can be slaughtered as Lao Tzu's immortal himself as the king of the gods, is this mess called immortals? If your nonsense is said by us, it is okay if others don't beat you to death, and they can still treat you as a guest? ”

The dustless old nun persuaded him to take a bite of the Hu cake, gnawed on the pig's trotters, and said proudly: "Our oriental immortals are all ruthless and desireless, selfless, only drink fairy springs, only eat fairy fruits, live in the free heavens, and cultivate in the immortal cave mansion for hundreds of millions of years without moving, this is the immortals." We want people to believe that we are living immortals, how can we do it without a little effort? ”

Qin Ren muttered: "Such an immortal, like a stone, what do you do when you cultivate it?" ”

The dustless old nun ignored him, took another sip of wine, and asked, "Has the Taoist already rested?" ”

Qin said: "Not yet, the secret doors, mechanisms, and magic weapons prepared a few days ago have all been used in front of the female queen today, and Fang said that he will lay down a few more magical powers just in case." ”

Speaking of this, Qin Ren leaned forward and said with a little nervousness: "Wuchen, you ...... Do you really plan to stay in Beijing as an official? ”

The dustless old nun glanced at him and said, "What? ”

Qin Ren rubbed his hands and said worriedly: "This time we deceived the queen, I think...... Let's fool the queen and deceive some gold and jade treasures to escape. We're not too young. How many years can you run the rivers and lakes? It's better to make a lot of money and close the mountain. ”

The dustless old nun held a pig's trotter in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and glanced at him gently. Said disdainfully: "Cowardly waste! (To be continued......)