As the saying goes, if you don't do anything wrong, you're not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

But what about the other way around?

If you do something wrong, a little rumor is heard, it must be suspicious and dark.

"Doctor Luo, look at my body, if I go to the town, it may work?"

Second Master Zhao panicked in his heart, feeling that he might be being targeted by his sister who died early, and just wanted to stay away from this Lingshui Village. As for persuading his eldest nephew to return to Beijing, he has to figure it out slowly.

"Well, that's fine!"

The road from Lingshui Village to Sanhe Town was repaired years ago, the road is flat, and it is carried by a soft ride, as long as it is not fast, it is not too bumpy.

"Go to town, go now!"

Hearing that he could go to the town, Zhao Bingzhi hurriedly spoke.

Anyway, let's stay away from his nephew's house first.

Soon, Second Master Zhao took people and left Lingshui Village in a mighty manner.

Compared with the calm style that came yesterday, when he left today, the Zhao family's team was obviously a little more embarrassed.

Luo Jiuzhi in the team was very calm.

Regarding the grievances and entanglements between the Zhao family in the capital and the Xungui Xu Mansion and the Dingbei Hou Mansion that has emerged in the past two years, Luo Jiuzhi, as the divine doctor of the capital, naturally knows a lot of inside information.

It's just that Luo Jiuzhi is not a person who likes gossip.

From the bottom of his heart, Luo Jiuzhi was very disgusted with the things that the Zhao family did to marry their daughters.

If it weren't for the fact that he happened to meet the Zhao family who was out of the city at the same time, and met the second master Zhao who was so enthusiastic that he couldn't refuse, Luo Jiuzhi would definitely not choose to go with the Zhao family.

After all, he's not alone.

There are some things that you think in your heart, but you can't say it, and you have to be scrupulous in your actions.

Life is involuntarily born in the world, and many times it is involuntary.

……

The Zhao family left for less than a moment, and someone from the village brought a message to Mrs. Xu.

Don't look at Zhao Bingzhi and his people have only stayed in Lingshui Village for such a short time, the villagers of Lingshui Village still made some money.

Second Master Zhao brought so many people and carriages out, this person eats horses and chews, but he wants things for the old and the young.

And because Zhao Bingzhi planned to live in Lingshui Village for a long time, Zhao Rui entrusted Guan Laoqi to buy a lot of grain, chickens, ducks, vegetables, and firewood.

All of these are for silver!

And Zhao Rui, who is new to the city, although he is shrewd, does not know the price level here.

He compared the prices of the capital with the towns along the way, and once felt that the things here were really cheap.

But in fact, whenever the people of Lingshui Village sell things out, their mouths will smile crookedly.

The people who have benefited from this are naturally grateful to the old Xu family.

As for Zhao Rui, who actually gave the silver?

Wronged one!

Hearing that the people of the Zhao family were gone, Mrs. Xu didn't understand a little. I just came yesterday, and I even bought a house to prepare for a long stay, but it was only a day, so why did I leave?

Could it be, what is the conspiracy?

Mrs. Xu hugged Fubao and whispered in her mouth.

And Fu Bao had already fallen asleep when Second Master Zhao choked on saliva.

People are small, lethargic, and gluttonous, which are not something that Fubao's self-will can contend with. Unless, she continues to cry at the top of her throat.

……

Near noon, when Zhou and Wang cooperated to make lunch, Mr. Xu came back with his two sons.

It's just that the appearance of the three of them entering the door is quite sneaky.

"Daughter-in-law, we're going to get rich!"

Old man Xu, who entered the hall, saw Mrs. Xu, and opened his mouth happily, but his voice was not loud, obviously afraid of being heard.