Zhou Xing is nearly fifty years old, and his beard under his jaw is nearly half gray, and at this moment, Zhou Xing is pacing back and forth in the hall in a panic.

Zhou Xing's family has been inherited for three generations, and he has a lot of wealth, and he has also placed dozens of acres of good land in Songzhou. Although Ping Rì has done a lot of big and small things, it is also his duty to pay taxes on grain. Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials, since Songzhou changed the sky, Cheng Zhiyuan and Duan Mingyu entered Songzhou, Zhou Xing immediately looked for a way around, and Cheng Zhiyuan's yamen didn't know how many times he had run. Cheng Zhiyuan didn't have much official status, and accepted the gift money smoothly. Cheng Zhiyuan knew the general situation, and naturally knew that if he turned away this group of landlords and old wealth, it would make this group of local tyrants panic and uneasy, which was not conducive to social harmony, stability, prosperity and development. Sure enough, after learning that Cheng Zhiyuan had accepted his gift money, Zhou Xing's heart that was hanging high finally fell to the ground.

However, at nightfall, Huaihua Zhonglang, who was in charge of Songzhou's military affairs, personally visited the door, with a very simple intention, Duan Mingyu funded his own funds and purchased nearly half of Songzhou's calligraphy and paintings under the pretense of Zhou Xing's hands. In the past two days, the old man Zhou Xing has not known the taste of food and can't sleep, Duan Mingyu's intentions, this old man jīng has more or less guessed something. Fang Wenchong likes to steal calligraphy and paintings, this is to let himself lead the wolf into the room!

Zhou Xing admired Fang Wenchong, the former commander of Songzhou, who had been the commander of the capital, was very popular with the people, and once blessed the peace of one party, and the people lived a down-to-earth life. Duan Mingyu also saw that this landlord Lao Cai was also a good revolutionary comrade who did not shoot at his own people. Therefore, he did not embarrass Zhou Xing, but just scattered soldiers and horses on the periphery of the Zhou Mansion to closely monitor every move of the Zhou Mansion. The original plan was to catch turtles directly in the urn of Zhou's mansion, but now Duan Mingyu's timing can only be chosen after Fang Wenchong succeeds in stealing the painting. The difficulty of doing it outside the Zhou Mansion has increased a lot, so Duan Mingyu dispatched enough manpower to lay multiple encirclements against the Zhou Mansion on the inner three layers and the outer three layers.

Fang Wenchong took it down and walked to a small tree outside the Zhou Mansion, lightly stretched his ape arms, climbed the tree with a light hand, and then jumped up, and in an instant, he had disappeared outside the Zhou Mansion.

Duan Mingyu looked at Fang Wenchong's disappearing back from a distance, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this smile was very dangerous, very vicious, and very obscene......

Fang Wenchong entered the room masked and happened to meet the old rich man of Zhou Xing, who was frowning. Fang Wenchong didn't think much about it, the so-called art masters were bold, and it was meaningless. Fang Wenchong broke in through the window, the old man Zhou Xing and Mrs. Zhou, who was dozing off on the table, suddenly woke up, before the two of them could react, they were shouting for help, Fang Wenchong jumped in front of the two of them with a somersault, and the big knife with cold light was directly on the neck of the old rich man of Zhou Xing: "Dare to scream and try, we have always been in charge of killing and burying!"

Zhou Xinggang was panicked at first, his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't move, and he came down in a cold sweat, but then he had already guessed the identity of the person who came, but his net worth was all in Songzhou, the official mansion, and he couldn't be offended, Duan Mingyu was the official government in the official mansion, and he couldn't be offended. So this Zhou Laocai immediately made up his mind and cooperated with Duan Mingyu to perform this play!

"A good man spare his life, I surrender, I don't shout ......" Zhou Xing immediately opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Hmph, that's right, the master only wants money, and he doesn't want to get into a life lawsuit, but if he forces a certain family, hum ......" Fang Wenchong said compassionately, and he has done a lot of things to rob the house, and these lines are almost just easy to blurt out.

"Small, must cooperate, must cooperate......" Zhou Xingwei replied.

"Well, tie up your wife first!" Fang Wenchong threw the rope on the table, nodded and instructed the old man Zhou Xing, who seemed to be sincerely afraid.

"Yes, yes, the small one is tied, this is tied ......"

"You thing, if you dare to tie up the old lady, the old lady won't play with you today......"

"Ahem, ma'am, I'm sorry!"

"Zhou Xing, you are an old immortal, do you want the old lady to die as soon as possible, you are so good to marry the widow of Natian, right, the old lady has already seen that you have no conscience ......"

"If you say one more word, the master will cut your tongue!" Fang Wenchong glared fiercely at Mrs. Zhou, who was like a splash, and Mrs. Zhou immediately stopped the bitter pig howl. The nose still can't help but twitch!

Zhou Xing tied Mrs. Zhou tremblingly, and the blade on his neck made him can't help but tremble his legs, as if he was crazy: "Ahem, this master, it's already tied, isn't it ......?"

"Well, where are your calligraphy and paintings hidden?" Fang Wenchong didn't talk much, every sentence was to the point, without procrastination, and went straight to the topic.

"Sure enough......" Zhou Xing secretly greeted Duan Mingyu's family members who caused trouble and broom stars, and looked at Fang Wenchong, who was eager for the little star in both eyes, and couldn't help but feel sad about this goods, I knew that you were coming, and we have prepared the first two rì for your old man. Of course, this sentence can only be said in the heart.

"Ahem, all the calligraphy and paintings that my family treasures are in this cabinet!" Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows and pointed to a locked cabinet.

"Oh, where's the key?" Fang Wenchong glanced at the cold lock lightly, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but clench tighter.

"The key is on the waist of the little old man!" Zhou Xing, in line with the principle of answering all questions, said honestly.

Fang Wenchong has always acted carefully, holding the throat of the old rich man Zhou Xing with a claw with one hand, and picking up the key on Zhou Xing's waist with a knife in the other hand.

Zhou Xing saw that Fang Wenchong's face was full of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. Then, the guy felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then the world spun around, and then, there was no more.

Fang Wenchong tied up Zhou Xing first as usual, and then threw the pair of difficult husbands and wives behind the door.

Pick up the key in your hand and walk quickly to the large cabinet.

"Squeak!"

Fang Wenchong was stunned, where did so many calligraphy and paintings come from, this ...... It can't be that God is destined to make Lao Tzu rich, right? Fang Wenchong picked up a scroll of calligraphy and paintings and slowly unfolded it.

"Amitabha, blessed by the Buddha, it turns out that most of them are fakes." Fang Wenchong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if it was all genuine and stolen by himself, the old rich man of Zhou Xing would not have to go bankrupt this week, thinking of this, Fang Wenchong not only did not have a trace of annoyance, but was faintly relieved.

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