A lot to do!

After Han Mo left the West Flower Hall of Wushui Lake, he used these four words to locate the current West Flower Hall, and he felt that only these four words were the most suitable for the West Flower Hall at the moment.

Need? Thirteen!

Although all of them are very loyal to the West Flower Hall, and they all have extraordinary means, this number is too small, and four of the thirteen people are in charge, and the real subordinates are only nine, not even double digits.

Want money? The people in the West Flower Hall now have to solve the problem of eating and sleeping by themselves, and they have to take care of hundreds of orphans, which is not to mention the silver.

Power? Now the four major departments are all in a static state, as a part of the logistics department, the silver money department, the equipment department, the training department, and the pharmacy department, almost all of them have stopped working, not to mention the other places, all the power has been deprived of the Donghua Hall.

Han Mo now deeply understands the schadenfreude mentality of the courtiers, such a yamen with no soldiers, no power and no silver, even if the scenery was infinite back then, it is not a situation where everyone disdains to look at it now.

But what Han Mo saw and heard in the West Flower Hall today deeply realized the atmosphere of sharing joys and sorrows rooted in the West Flower Hall.

Although there were only a dozen people, they still insisted and faithfully fulfilled the rules of the West Flower Hall.

This is at least a yamen worthy of respect.

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According to Han Mo's current financial resources, the expenses of the West Flower Hall can be easily taken out, but this West Flower Hall is the yamen of the imperial court, and private individuals take out the silver to pay for it, you are willing, and others are not willing. If it is known by other families, it will definitely be involved, and it will definitely affect other people in the Han family, and those people will definitely ask: "Your Han family is a courtier, but you take out the silver money to put the yamen in the house, what do you want?" ”

Therefore, if you want to solve the problem of money in the West Flower Hall, you still have to find the yamen who put the money, of course, it is the matter of the household department.

Han Mo was a little puzzled, why didn't Han Xuandao hold on to the money in the West Flower Hall? After all, the West Flower Hall does not need a lot of silver, and in the allocation of tens of thousands of taels of silver in the Yan Kingdom, the West Flower Hall now only needs a few hundred taels of silver.

Naturally, there are some reasons for this, and when he returned to the mansion, Han Mo naturally wanted to ask.

If other families were in charge of the household department, Han Mo might go straight to ask for silver, but now that the Han family is in charge of the household department, it is always impossible to be embarrassed.

Riding a horse, and not being escorted by the people of the West Flower Hall, Han Mo walked on the road alone.

When I entered the West Market, I saw a group of people coming to meet him, all of them were very strong, and they were holding all kinds of instruments in their hands, such as copper rods and iron forks, or on their shoulders, or horizontally behind their heads, with their hands on both sides, which seemed to be a group of ruffians.

Han Mo rode on a horse and wanted to enter the street, but he was stopped at the street by these seven or eight **, blocking the way.

Holding a copper rod in his hand, his eyes were small, with a playful smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to point at Han Mo, and said lazily: "Get off the horse for me!" ”

Han Mo looked at his little eyes with a smile and asked, "Are you talking about me?" ”

"Who are you not?" The small eyes glared at Han Mo: "Don't pretend to be confused for Lao Tzu, come down for Lao Tzu!" As he spoke, seven or eight ** people were already surrounding Han Motuan.

Han Mo sighed.

This kind of formation seems familiar, I remember that when I was a child, didn't I always stop some unpleasant sons and brothers on the streets of Donghai City with a group of people, and then beat them on the spot?

It's just that today's role seems to have changed a little, his role is played by Xiao Yan, and he plays the role of a son who is not pleasing to the eye.

Han Mo liked to fight when he was a child, a kind of unreasonable liking, but this kind of game has been tired of him playing, so there is no certain value of interest, and he is unwilling to do it.

But looking at the appearance of these people in front of him, they are all fierce and vicious, as if they are waiting for themselves to come over, and they want to rectify themselves.

Han Mo looked at his little eyes with a smile and asked, "This eldest brother, has the little brother offended you?" I haven't seen my eldest brother before, is it a misunderstanding? ”

"No misunderstanding!" The little eyes blinked and said: "It's you who is looking for you, and the master doesn't like you, so he wants to knock and knock you!" ”

Han Mo laughed dumbly, this line turned out to be exactly the same as when he was a child.

Seeing that Han Mo didn't mean to get off the horse yet, ** people didn't seem to be happy, a tall man stretched out his hand and scolded: "***, get down for Lao Tzu!" He was going to drag Han Mo off his horse.

It's just that he hadn't touched Han Mo's clothes yet, and his eyes suddenly lit up, because several silver tickets suddenly appeared in Han Mo's hand, which were clearly visible.

Han Mo maintained a modest smile, waved the silver ticket in his hand, and said with a grin: "Brothers, this is a little meaning, everyone take it to drink tea, the little brother has just arrived, and you have to take care of it, so don't embarrass the little brother." ”

The silver ticket in Han Mo's hand, no matter how you say it, is also three or four hundred taels of silver, which is by no means a small amount.

The ** people looked at each other, their eyes showed greed, and some people's throats rose and fell, looking very excited, after all, although these ** showed off their power in the West Market, what they got was just a little money, and in their eyes, it was a big deal.

All the ** people looked at the little eyes.

The little eyes stared at the silver ticket in Han Mo's hand, his eyes flashed, but when he saw a person beside him saying a few words into his ear, his face immediately showed a look of panic, his eyes couldn't help but look east, and then his face showed a fierce look, gritted his teeth and said: "Brothers, drag down this son of a bitch and beat him to death!" ”

When the little eyes looked to the east, Han Mo also followed his gaze, and saw that there was a teahouse in the east, supported by a roof, and a few people under the shed were looking at this side.

After the little eyes spoke, they clenched the instruments in their hands, and Han Mo's expression became cold.

"Son of a bitch!"

This harsh vulgar language fell on Han Mo's ears, which was tantamount to provoking Han Mo's anger.

Han Mo was able to tolerate others being disrespectful to him, but he would never allow anyone to desecrate his relatives, so his fists were slowly clenched, although fighting with these people would damage his worth, but when a person's anger was provoked, nothing could stop him from exploding.

These ** obviously haven't realized they're going to be unlucky.

Before Han Mo could move, he heard a cold but delicate voice and said softly, "Please give way!" ”

**We are all surprised, at this time, who else dares to come forward to mix?

Following the sound, I saw a woman wearing a hat and red makeup walking from behind, slender, and when she walked, Xiaoman's waist twisted gently but was not pretentious.

The light veil on the hat covered her face, but it couldn't hide her graceful posture.

** They were dumbfounded one by one, and this girl walked slowly between them under the greedy gaze of this group of people, and at this time, Han Mo suddenly urged the horse, and the horse neighed, like lightning, and rushed straight to the teahouse in the east.

Several people in the teahouse were looking over here, and suddenly saw Han Mo riding a horse rushing over, they were all stunned, standing on the spot.

Seeing that the horse was about to collide, one person finally shouted, "Protect the young master!" Fei stepped forward and shouted, "Don't come, hold the horse!" ”

How could Han Mo listen to his scolding, the horse was like lightning, raised the whip in his hand, and whipped straight at the man, with a "snap", it was pumping on the man's face, the man screamed, the horse had raised its hooves, and trampled on him, he exclaimed, turned over and fell to the ground, rolled over, and looked extremely embarrassed.

There were not a few people in the teahouse, and when Han Mo's horse came over, several other people had already retreated, all of them pale.

Han Mo smiled coldly, looked at those people, and said lightly: "Young Master Xiao, Young Master He, what a coincidence, are you also drinking tea here?" ”

There were two people in the middle, it was Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi, Han Mo had seen them in the Money Workshop.

**Blocking his way, and Han Mo was not good at taking out the silver, Han Mo knew at that time that someone must be behind his back, and with that little eye, he inadvertently sold the two children of the family who were hiding in the teahouse to watch the show.

Han Mo was in the money shop that day, just glanced at He Junyi coldly, which caused He Junyi to be dissatisfied, so he picked up something and smashed it at Han Mo, but he was blocked by Han Bin at that time.

I didn't expect these two guys to hold a grudge like this, they didn't do anything that day, but today they are looking for trouble for themselves.

Han Mo naturally didn't know that these two guys spent their days drinking and doing nothing on weekdays, and they had a little dispute with the Han brothers that day, but they failed to take advantage and lost face, and then secretly inquired about Han Mo's identity, thinking that it was an ordinary Han Mansion's subordinates, and easily sent someone to kill him, who knew about this investigation, but found out Han Mo's true identity.

Since they are the direct descendants of the Han family, the two of them don't dare to send someone to kill Han Mo easily, after all, with the minds of the two of them, they can't think of any clever tricks, if they really kill Han Mo, with the ability of the Han family, it is not difficult to find out the murderer behind the scenes, and if the Han family unites with other families to deal with the Xiao family, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Xiao family.

After the battle of Bozhou County, the Han family's power rose sharply, the Xiao family and the Su family were trying their best to win over, Xiao Mingtang also understood a little bit of the movement, so naturally he didn't dare to start, but that breath was indispensable.

Although the two of them are gentlemen, they know more or less the harshness of the family dispute, and they don't dare to come forward to provoke the open fire of the family, so they inquired about Han Mo's whereabouts, and secretly instructed these ** in Xishikou to teach Han Mo a lesson, as long as he didn't kill him.

These ** in Xishikou knew that these two masters were Yanjing jackals, where did they dare to offend, and they agreed repeatedly.

Early in the morning, when Han Mo went to the West Flower Hall, Xiao Mingtang sent someone to stare at it, and when Han Mo left from the West Flower Hall, someone had already reported the information, and Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi took a few people to hide in the teahouse to watch the show.

Who knew that he hadn't seen this good show, but it made Han Mo rush and frightened himself.

Since Han Mo appeared, there was no need to hide, Xiao Mingtang slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, smacked it, and pointed at Han Mo and said: "It turns out that your kid is really Han Mo, pretending to be a ghost in the money shop, do you think you can fool us?" To tell you honestly, there are a few mosquitoes in this Yanjing City, and we can find out clearly, you, the director of the West Flower Hall, we naturally know everything about it. Sesame mung bean officials, do you want to be majestic in front of us? ”

He Junyi took a step forward slightly, made a humble gesture, bent over, and said, "I've seen the hall master of the West Flower Hall!" His voice was full of sarcasm, and as soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

Han Mo sighed, held the horsewhip, pointed at He Junyi, and said with a look of pity: "It's a pity, you are all poisoned and dying, and you don't know it, I can only express deep sympathy for you!" ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all stopped laughing unconsciously, Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi glanced at each other, pointed at Han Mo and sneered: "Poisoned? You kid dream, our body is so good, how can we be poisoned? Do you want to scare me? ”

Han Mo said indifferently: "Why should I scare you? With every minute that passes by you comes closer to death...... Yes, you're in good health? Has not one of you now poisoned himself? What a tragedy! ”

Please smash the ticket, the red ticket is big!!!!

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