Chapter 272: A Magical Encounter
Not only that, but raising a concubine also spends a lot of money, food, clothing, housing, jewelry, fat powder, and buying a maid to serve, at least sixty or seventy hangings a month, Jia Yahui is a little unable to make ends meet, this incident makes Jia Yahui feel more than enough but not enough.
In the past few days, Jia Yahui has been thinking about how to let Jiang Yishan reward him with a sum of money, although Jiang Yishan lives a simple life, he is not short of money, as long as he wants him to reward, he must make a contribution.
Jia Yahui had something in his heart, and his riding speed gradually slowed down.
"Mr. Jia!"
Suddenly, someone next to him called him, Jia Yahui turned around, and saw a simple-looking man standing on the side of the road, with dark skin, strong tendons and flesh shining in the sun, and a kind of reverence and inferiority in his eyes.
Jia Yahui liked this feeling very much, he was thin and small, and this kind of strong man's fear of him made him have an extreme sense of superiority, he narrowed his slender eyes and asked, "You have something to do with me?" β
The man scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile honestly showing a mouthful of white teeth: "The villain is the Dou blacksmith of West Street, my father is going to celebrate his birthday, and I want to ask Mr. to write a calligraphy and painting for me, and the villain will give Mr. fifty dollars to moisten the pen." β
Jia Yahui couldn't remember who the blacksmith was on West Street, but the pen of fifty hanging money made him excited, generally he wrote a letter to others, at most only a few hanging money, but this person was willing to give fifty hangings, and possibly included a portrait, but even if it was a portrait, fifty hanging money was also very generous, so he smiled happily: "I admire filial piety people the most, since you are filial to your father, then I will fulfill you, where?" β
"In my shop, my father is old and can't come, Mr. Jia, please get in the car."
Jia Yahui had already seen a wide and gorgeous carriage on the side of the road, it turned out to be for himself, although it was a bit too extravagant for a blacksmith to hire such a carriage, but Jia Yahui thought of the sincerity of this Jia blacksmith, if he didn't sit, it would be a pity.
"Alright! You ride my horse. β
Jia Yahui turned over and dismounted and happily got into the carriage, but before he could fully get on the carriage, an iron tong-like arm strangled his neck and dragged him into the carriage, Jia Yahui couldn't shout at all, a roll of broken hemp blocked his mouth, he was terrified, through the window, he saw Dou Blacksmith again, at this time the honest expression on Dou Blacksmith's face had disappeared, and became extremely cold and fierce, Jia Yahui screamed in his throat, thinking that there was a reason to write a calligraphy and painting for fifty hanging money?
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Jia Yahui was blindfolded, groggy all the way, and it didn't take long for him to finally stop, he was blindfolded, and he didn't know where he was?
The carriage stopped in a courtyard, and the two big men carried Jia Yahui out of the car like chickens, and the rope strangled Jia Yahui's bones almost off, and Jia Yahui screamed in pain.
"Huang Zitao, Master Hou said that he could be untied."
When Jia Yahui heard someone call 'Hou Ye', his mind turned around, and he couldn't help but cry bitterly in his heart, he already understood who had arrested him, and this one actually started with him, Jia Yahui felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
The rope was loosened, and he was led into a room, and then the blindfold was removed, and his eyes were dim, and after a while he gradually returned to normal, and before him sat a young man, well-proportioned and slender, with eyes as deep as a dream, and an indescribable majesty in his eyes.
With a flutter, Jia Yahui knelt on the ground in front of Wang Junlin, endured the fear in his heart, and said respectfully: "The villain Jia Yahui visits the Hou Ye." β
"It's kind of useful for you to recognize me so quickly, get up and sit down!"
This young man was naturally Wang Junlin, and his tone was gentle, which made Jia Yahui's heart settle down slightly, and he found himself in an empty house, the roof was shining through and covered with oil tiles, which was a typical ordinary house in Zhangye City.
Wang Junlin's expression was gentle, but there was a circle of big men standing around, all of them bare-chested, muscular, with black hair curled up on their chests, and fierce faces. However, what really frightened Jia Yahui was an old man, this old man's face was pale and almost bloodless, his body was almost skinny, but his head was extremely big, at this time he was sitting in a very comfortable position, when Jia Yahui came in, he only opened his eyelids, glanced at each other with faintly green eyes, and picked up the wine jug on the table to drink, but this glance scared Jia Yahui half to death.
This old man is naturally a worm demon.
Wang Junlin waved his hand, and a big man put a bowl of buttermilk in front of Jia Yahui, who took a sip of the bowl with trembling hands, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, didn't dare to look at the insect demon anymore, and asked, "What does Master Hou need the villain to do?" β
Wang Junlin smiled, his hand waved, two soldiers with two large copper plates stepped forward, the copper plate was full of yellow and clear gold ingots, the plate was full of gold as many as a hundred taels, two large plates of gold ingots were placed in front of him, the red gold light was so bright that his eyes could not be opened.
Jia Yahui quickly estimated in his heart that one hundred taels of gold is worth more than 10,000 yuan, ten thousand hangs! His heart began to get hot, if he had 10,000 hanging money, how many concubines could he marry?
The corners of Jia Yahui's mouth twitched, 'Goo! Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, his eyes could no longer suppress the greedy luster that emerged from his bones, and the greed of human nature was exposed at this time.
Wang Junlin sneered in his heart, the news that Wu Si found in the stronghold in Zhangye City was indeed not wrong, this Jia Yahui was lustful and greedy for money, and he did not hesitate to betray his master for a hundred taels of gold.
However, it is not enough to buy gold, some people collect the money and then turn around and sell themselves, the stakes are very high, and Wang Junlin does not want to take this risk.
"Daddy!" A young man's voice came from the yard, Jia Yahui turned around, only to see his most beloved youngest son appear in the yard, Jia Yahui has a total of four sons, the eldest son is seventeen years old, the second son is thirteen years old, and the youngest son is eleven years old, this is his eleven-year-old son.
Jia Yahui's face changed greatly, he stood up quickly, but was sat down coldly and hard by Huang Zitao beside him.
"Please let my family go......
Jia Yahui's face was swollen and red, and he knelt on the ground again, pleading bitterly with Wang Junlin.
Wang Junlin smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Jia, don't worry, Ben Hou just needs a hostage, as long as you help Ben Hou do one thing, Ben Hou will never hurt Ling Lang." β
Smiling slightly, Wang Junlin slowly pushed the gold in front of him, "You can choose, if you don't want to do it, Ben Hou will not force you, the gold Ben Hou will give it to others, your son will pay you back in the future, if you want this gold, then you will do your best to get things done for Ben Hou, you choose for yourself!" β
Jia Yahui stared at the yellow gold in front of him, greed once again occupied his heart, at this moment, Jiang Yishan's trust and funding for him for several years had become insignificant, money had triumphed over loyalty.
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