After Cen Huan received the news last night, he was busy until the second half of the night. Obviously tired and half dead, but somehow, he couldn't sleep well. I was stunned and fell asleep near dawn.

"Dad, are you up?" Cen Erlang asked outside the door.

When he was old, it was difficult to sleep soundly, so Cen Huan immediately opened his eyes and saw that the room was bright, and the shadows of the trees were as thick as paintings splashed on window paper. When will it be three poles in the day?

"Daddy?" Cen Erlang's voice was a little higher this time.

"Oh." Cen Huan got up in his clothes, looked at the deserted half of the bed, and sighed twice. The young couple is always together, but his partner left early. When I opened the door, I saw my second son waiting by the door, and I felt better. "Has Brother Mo arrived?"

"Not yet. However, I guess with her footsteps, it should be soon. Cen Erlang summoned the little servant to bring water to his father to wash his face.

"Then quickly call everyone into the car, and as soon as Brother Mo arrives, he will set off immediately." Cen Huan took the handkerchief handed over by the little servant, covered his face all over, and the cold well water made him completely sober.

"Do you still tell me? I'm done with it before I call you. Why don't you take a look and see what's missing? "Cen Erlang is very much like Cen Huan, shrewd and quick-witted.

"Now that you're done, what else do I have to watch? Besides, Brother Mo is here, and he has to check it again. After passing through your eyes, my old eyes will rest. Cen Huan said, frowning, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and blinking for a while after rubbing, his face wrinkled.

"What's wrong?" Cen Erlang was strange.

"The right eye suddenly jumps non-stop, which is not very lucky." Cen Huan believes this. If you want to talk about doing business, but it's not enough to rely on your brain, sometimes you rely on intuition.

"Disaster in the left eye, wealth in the right eye. How can it be unlucky, it is clearly very auspicious. Cen Erlang was stunned, and immediately said the opposite, and then persuaded after speaking, "Dad, you are too worried." We have been doing this business with the owner for two years, and there has been no fault so far. Besides, because on the last trip, I specially looked for old customers, which is absolutely credible. ”

"How can I not know the list I wrote myself? It's just - I didn't sleep well last night, and I didn't dream well, and I was panicked at this moment. No, when Brother Mo comes, I'll tell her that it's best to set off another day. "Cen Huan has become a big boss from the small trotting hall, half luck and half effort.

"Dad, don't say it. The marriage of the owner is decided, and the future husband's family is the king's mansion. One is a mouse and the other is a cat, can you hurry up and end this business? Don't you also say that this business seems to be easy to make money, but in fact, it is gambling with your life, and it is better to close the stall early? "Cen Erlang described Qiu Sanniang and Xiao Sangongzi as rats and cats, of course, referring only to the business of smuggling."

Cen Huan stroked his beard, thinking about it, if Qiu Sanniang brought this business into her husband's house, one day let King Jing's Mansion find out, she would have to struggle whether to kill her relatives in righteousness. After all, smuggling, the most serious is the sin that can be asked about the head. But he didn't answer his son right away, and crossed the door with his hands behind his back. Qiu Sanniang lost his temper, although he had to be careful, but compared to the life and death of his son, he dared to offend the gods and Buddhas. Fortunately, Qiu Sanniang's temperament is not easy to figure out, but Mo Zi is very calm and can be trusted. When he thought of this, his heart settled for a moment. When I saw Mo Zi, I talked about my worries and listened to what she meant.

Mo Zi had already arrived at Wangqiu Tower, but before she had time to find the Cen family and his son, she was intercepted halfway.

"A few people really don't die in the heart of the Yellow River. Did I tell you? The proprietor is a serious businessman, and it has nothing to do with the Dao you are looking for, and it is useless to entangle a few people. Looking at the three people in front of her, in the sharp eyes of that Erlang who saw through people's hearts, she coughed unnaturally. Oops, oblivion, forgot that they were going to come over today and wait for a reply. Knowing this, she should have gone around to the gate of the back garden of Wangqiu Tower.

"Little brother, this is going far away?" Zhong An smiled and saw that she was carrying a strange-looking burden.

The third time, the clothes on this little brother's body are always half-old and cyan. He thought that a servant who was trusted by his master would dress more decently than the average servant, unless he did not want to attract attention and deliberately appeared ugly. He speaks and behaves clearly, wisely and calmly, and has a good upbringing, like a scholar who has read a sage. Can such a person really smuggle goods? He glanced at Erlang, not knowing where the credentials of the person beside him came from. But Erlang's eyes have always been as sharp as an eagle, and he rarely looks away, so he can't be disbelieved.

But it's strange to say, putting the unattractive Brother Mo and Erlang together, he actually felt like he was quite strong in his heart. This has to let Shi Lei know, I'm afraid I will scold my mother. Tianjiao and the nobles are on a par with the people in the market, is he feeling wrong?

"Little brother......" Seeing that no one answered him, Zhong An asked again.

Mo Zi hesitated.

Just like that, the Erlang family's eyes shone again, "Where are you going?" ”

Not only Zhong An, but even Shi Lei, a rough man, cast a surprised gaze. Although they have met this little brother several times so far, they are still strangers who have not introduced each other. It is very abrupt to ask the other party where to go so directly.

"Where am I going, and why am I telling you?" Sure enough, Mo Zi showed a mockery of any of you.

"If you don't want to say it, you're going to smuggle goods?" Jiro didn't seem to notice the surprise of the two people around him, and ignored the other party's sarcasm, as if talking to himself.

"On the orders of the owner...... "Where to go?" Mo Zi broke one casually, "Go to Yunzhou to collect the account and buy the goods." ”

"Where do you go to collect the bills, and who do you find to buy the goods?" Erlang didn't believe her easily, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the prey had already fallen into the trap.

"Go ......" Mo Zi suddenly narrowed her eyes, "Your Excellency asked so carefully, but even if I tell you, what about you?" ”

"That's easy, I know each other in Yunzhou, according to what you said, ask if you really went to collect the account and buy the goods." Lying, it's okay for someone else, it's hard for him.

"......" Mo Zi's face was cold, why was this person so difficult, he thought he would check, but she was afraid?

"Name." The man was serious.

"......" Mo Zi stared at him viciously, he wanted to check, then she would make a long list for him to check slowly!

"Before making up lies, it's best to think about this clearly - if you can run, a monk can't run the temple. Even if you can run away, your master can't run away. The tu-tuk-tuk-to-tuk-to-man's fingers tapped on the edge of the table, and no one was dominating the conversation, but in the palm of his hand.

That hand, big, very strong. Not the hand that holds the pen, but the hand that holds the sword.

Her master? Qiu Sanniang can't run away? Although she was careless and forced him to the point of speechlessness, he was very wrong to take Qiu Sanniang to threaten her. Maybe it's more difficult to take the white lotus as an example. The idea of smuggling goods is Qiu Sanniang's, since she dares to do it, she naturally dares to do it.

"You've looked up to me. Before I can be faithful to the Lord, I have to look after myself, right? The face was crooked, and Mo Zi made an old oil tone.

"That's right. If you promise to help me, the two hundred taels of silver will go into your pocket, and not into your master's pocket. All I need is a place or a name, it's as simple as that. Jiro smiled suddenly.

In the trap, the prey fell in.

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