Yuan Hong followed the sound and took a look, only to see that the "long-haired mole" dragged his sneaky steps, leaned towards the post chief, and whispered in his ear.

The post chief then nodded, and approached Yuan Hong, and said unhurriedly: "If you are really a close confidant of the Holy Lord, you must be able to do it," the post chief pointed to the three strong men in front of the door, and continued to face Yuan Hong: "The three of them, you can choose any one to compete, if you win, I will believe you." If you are not strong, I will send you to see the official. ”

Hearing what the post chief said, Yuan Hong's heart instantly cooled, and he couldn't help but think: Competing with them, I'm afraid that I don't have any chance of winning. If you want to cover it, it's better for me to show weakness first and see if I can find another opportunity.

Putting away Erlang's legs, Yuan Hong got up immediately, put his mouth to the post chief's ear, and said in a treacherous tone: "Let's tell the truth, do you think you can beat these people under you?"

The post chief obviously didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Yuan Hong's gourd, and shook his head with a blanket expression.

Yuan Hong slapped the table lightly and said with a smile: "That's right! People in high positions may not be outstanding. Under our Holy Lord, there are not only many thugs, but also as many think tanks. And as the chief thinker, I don't need to pay attention to any cultivation and skill at all. With the token in my hand and the head on my neck, there is no errand that cannot be done, and there is no mission that cannot be completed. ”

The postmaster did not reply immediately, but stared directly at the wall, obviously still weighing. Seeing this, Yuan Hong picked up the bag on the table, threw it towards the corner, and said resolutely: "I understand everything I can explain." If you still insist that I am imposting, then arrest me and send me to the officials. ”

At the critical moment, the long-haired mole was ready to come forward again, but was sent away by the post chief waving his hand. He rewrapped the bags scattered on the ground, respectfully handed them to Yuan Hong, and said with a smile: "No, no, no, the matter is not so serious." After a few simple exchanges with your little brother, I can see that you are clever and intelligent, and you will be a brilliant person! If you don't dislike it, the old man is willing to make a good friend with your Excellency. ”

In this regard, Yuan Hong smiled: "Of course you can, from today onwards, you will be my friend of Yuan Hong." ”

After a few conversations, Yuan Hong walked out of the room and looked at the sky. Seeing that the sun had set, he secretly thought: I can't continue to rush today, so I will spend the night here and wait until dawn tomorrow before setting off. Hey, it's all for nothing anyway. Well, the play still has to be acted.

So, he walked back to the reception room, picked up his bags and was about to say goodbye, but was graciously kept by the head of the post.

The postmaster asked the guy to bring the best old wine, and while drinking with Yuan Hong, he talked about the interesting things in the post station recently. Among them he mentions a well-dressed young woman who passed alone through the village and the shop, and forced her to stay at the inn. This is not over, she actually made an unreasonable request, forcing the "long-haired mole" Ah Wei to help her wash her feet and help her manicure her pedicures.

Seeing that the post chief swallowed a glass of wine bitterly and didn't speak again for a long time, Yuan Hong hurriedly asked what happened next.

The post chief swallowed another bitter sip of bitter wine. Of course, it's not the wine that's bitter, it's the wine taster. Shaking his dizzy head, the postmaster continued.

At night, the chickens and dogs don't crow, it should be the time for everyone to have a good night's sleep. But who would have expected that the brutal woman would scream again and again like a ghost pinching her neck. Finally, when everything returned to normal, everyone was about to continue their unfinished dreams, but they were shocked again. In this way, everyone couldn't sleep all night.

The long-haired mole Ah Wei couldn't bear it anymore and entered her room naked to protest, but was kicked in the vital part and almost broke down by the roots. The three brothers who guarded the post station, Da Zhuang, Erzhuang and Zhuang Zhuang, were so angry that they didn't care about the courtesy of men and women, and went to find the theory of unruly women together, but they didn't speculate and interacted with each other.

As soon as he heard that the three brothers beat one of them, and it was a woman, Yuan Hong thought to himself: Shouldn't it be accidentally killed, if this is the case, it will be enough for the post chief to be sad.

But who would have thought that what the post chief said next made Yuan Hong extremely surprised.

The brutal woman only used a few tricks to injure all three brothers and burned the chicken coop. You must know that those three brothers have been studying in the Chengtian Sect, the largest sect in the Southern Soil, for many years, even if their qualifications are mediocre, they will not be so vulnerable. It can be seen that the woman's origin must not be simple. The most reassuring thing is that before she left, she also dropped a cruel sentence of "If you can't do it, don't do it".

After listening to what happened to them, Yuan Hong couldn't stop laughing, and said secretly: It's a shame that the three brothers still blocked the door and didn't let me go, and in front of the real masters, they were also vulnerable, hey, I didn't feel sympathy at all. Hey, look at the poor postmaster, no wonder he finally believed my lies. He was afraid that his official hat would not be secured, and he expected me to speak well for him before the holy king.

Stealing fun is stealing fun, Yuan Hong suddenly felt that something was not right. released the cruel words of taking off people's official hats, his words and deeds were very arrogant, his skills were extraordinarily outstanding, and she was also a young woman, combined with these conditions, Yuan Hong couldn't help but suspect that he was the one who met in Pingshui.

After taking a sip of wine, Yuan Hong asked the post chief, "Did the woman tell you her name, and besides, you'd better tell me about her physiognomy and features." ”

The drunken postmaster hiccuped, shook his fingers, and said slowly, "She neither gave her name nor her origin. As for the appearance, it can be said that it is like a hibiscus out of the water, with big and expressive eyes, and a cold and prickly speech. By the way, there is one thing that is particularly different, her whole body is gray and white, and there is a coldness from the inside out," Seeing that Yuan Hong was silent, the post chief patted his chest and said: "Do you not believe it? If my Tang Guan has a lie, I would like to be struck by lightning!"

Hearing this, Yuan Hong muttered to himself: If this old man Tang is not drunk, it can now be preliminarily determined that the unruly woman in his mouth is very likely to be Lu Bingbing. However, Lu Bingbing was obviously with her father, so how could she come to this ghost place alone? Even if she went back a little later than her father, she should go directly north from Chengmeng Academy, how did she go in the direction of due east? Due to the many mountains and ridges on the east and west, the official road where this post station is located only connects north and south, and to the south, it must pass through Changyang City, doesn't this mean that if the barbaric woman is really Lu Bingbing, she must have been to Changyang City. Does that mean she's stalking me, or is it all just a coincidence?

Seeing Tang Yichang's honest and serious appearance, Yuan Hong didn't think much about it, and said repeatedly: "Believe, of course I believe it." I see you're drunk dude, come on, touch it one last time, and rest early. ”

Putting down the wine glass, Yuan Hong beckoned Da Zhuang and asked him to carry the post chief into the bedroom, while he went to the guest room in the backyard and put his bags in front of the pillow.

Although he didn't drink a lot of wine, it was not too little, Yuan Hong felt that his mouth was quite dry, and his head was a little dizzy. So, he made a cup of tea, tasted a few sips, and suddenly felt a little bored.

Glancing at the bulging carry-on salute, he reached in, took out the neatly bound book "The Art of Making Money", flipped to the first page of the text, and saw that it read: "To make money, you must first be angry and safe." If the qi is harmonious, there is no internal disturbance, and if the body is safe, there is no invasion outside. There are no internal worries and no external troubles, so that they can be connected in all directions, and the fortune can be reached in eight ways, and the wealth is like giving birth to elm, and money is everywhere. ”

After taking a sip of tea again, Yuan Hong said to himself: This should be talking about the principle of harmony and wealth, ho, and using elm money as an analogy.

At a glance, he turned the book to the second page, only to see that it read: "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way." Don't bully the children's assets, and don't make ill-gotten gains. Yizhao fish can get water, and the reputation of water can enter the canal......"

The more he looked at it, the more he devoted, Yuan Hong forgot to taste the hangover tea again, turned a few pages back, and read silently: "Making money, just like Huilin, is not in stinginess, but in drainage." If you are stingy, the sky will be dry and scattered, and if you drain, you will continue to ......"

Yuan Hong suddenly raised his head, stared at the glowing oil lamp, and fell into deep thought.

He always thought that the key to managing money was saving, but he didn't expect to enter a cognitive misunderstanding. But it's no wonder, who told him to come from a poor background and have to force himself to keep his pockets tight all the time?

Seeing that the lamp oil was about to run out, he hurriedly called for the long hair mole and added some more. Seeing that the long-haired mole was staring at the book in his hand from afar, as if he was planning to rely on it, Yuan Hong pushed him out and locked the door.

Back on the edge of the bed, he turned the book back a few more pages, and said softly: "Buckets have volume, people have patterns." If the bucket is large, it is immeasurable, and the qi is regular and deep. In front of people, it is not advisable to look at the big one, and it is not appropriate to be greedy for the small and disqualified......"

Gently closing the book, Yuan Hong repeated the unforgettable teaching: It is not advisable to be greedy and disqualified.

When he thought that he had planned to eat and drink here for nothing, he suddenly felt inexplicably ashamed. At this moment, it dawned on him that his wisdom should not be used for trivial matters, for it would be a blasphemy against it. In this way, he is not worthy of being involved with the Liang family, a famous family in the world, and he is not worthy of being a pair with Liang Yuner.

Gently knocked the front door of his head with his fist, and in shame, his eyes suddenly fell on the cover of the book, only to see that the signature on it was Liang Sixian. It was the first time he learned about the name of his future father-in-law, after all, Liang Yun'er had never mentioned it to him, not only that, but he didn't know anything about Liang's mother's name, perhaps, this itself was not important.

After reading a book for a while and drinking tea for a while, Yuan Hong didn't feel dizzy. He had planned to take a hot shower and blow out the lamp to sleep, but when he put the book back in his bag, he accidentally came across another book. That's right, it was the red-skinned "Lingmeng Technique", which was personally given by the dean before he went down the mountain.

He opened the book and was about to peruse it when there was a sharp knock on the door outside......