Han Cong went back to his house, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more uncomfortable he became, and the meat in his mouth was not fragrant.

Why is Yun Feng, a damn son-in-law who comes to the door, enjoys delicious food and drink every day, doesn't worry about it, doesn't get angry, and enjoys it.

He Han Cong has worked harder than others since he was a child, facing the powerful and pleasing horses, and treating the people of the Han family like gods.

As a result, he was disgusted by the clansmen of the third room and ignored by his father, but now that he is better, even this son-in-law of the seventh room lives better than himself.

The fat pork in the rice bowl is not so attractive.

"No, you must not let Qifang be so free, a son-in-law eats the dishes of Saifanlou and drinks the tea of Saifanlou every day! And there is no heavenly reason! Han Cong put his rice bowl on the table.

An angry face.

"I have to go to Saifan Building, that stupid son-in-law is right, the land was originally from the clan, since the money is half of mine, the rent of Saifan Building should also be half of our three rooms." Saying that, Han Cong stood up and went out directly without eating.

But as soon as the person came out of the gate, Han Cong looked back at the rice bowl again.

Han Cong's family is the worst, there is not even a serious subordinate, this bowl of rice is placed on the table, it has to grow hair.

After thinking about it, he went back again and went out with his rice bowl.

……

Han Cong, who was eating while walking with his rice bowl, went straight to Saifan Tower, but he wanted to see if this Saifan Building would give him rent.

Zhengyang Street is cleaned with clear water, the shops are like clouds, and the guests have sprung up.

Han Cong held a rice bowl and stopped at the door of Saifan Building in a sloppy dress.

Looking up at the sun, it was already past lunchtime, and the restaurant was usually cleaning up at this point, waiting for the evening guests to be served.

Several stores are resting at this time, which is very suitable for accounting.

Han Cong finished pulling the rice in the bowl in a few bites, looked at Saifan Building, and then looked at the South Store.

When he came, he had already inquired about the relationship between this Saifan Building and the South Store.

Shang Fu, the housekeeper of the seven rooms, is in charge of the business of these two shops.

The storefront of the South Goods Store was bought by Han Yuyao's grandfather, and he Han Cong didn't want to get involved in the slightest relationship.

There is only Saifan Building, and the land is to bulldoze the three storefronts of the Han family and rebuild the Saifan Building, which is also a seven-room transaction, but the income is used to subsidize Han Yuyao's daily expenses.

It's just that this time is different.

Han Cong took out the bill issued by the family for the third room from his arms, and the third room could take half of the money from the seventh room in the future, including the Han family's investment in the seventh room.

The so-called investment naturally includes the land rent of these three shops.

Standing on Zhengyang Street, Han Cong muttered in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if he can succeed or not, I'm out today!" ”

He made up his mind in his heart, if he couldn't come to the rent, he would stay in Saifan Building every day, and he would definitely get benefits, even if he went to Saifan Building to eat every day, it would be excellent.

He still can't forget Yun Feng's bowl of yokan at noon.

Mutton is a good thing that only middle- and upper-class aristocratic wealthy merchants can eat.

Han Cong looked at Saifan Lou on the left, looked at the South Goods Store on the right, and gritted his teeth and entered the South Goods Store.

Before he came, he had already inquired clearly, the chief manager Shang Fu took care of the southern goods store all the year round, and Saifan Lou was run by the shopkeeper.

As soon as he entered the South Goods Store, Han Cong, the unpopular third room, was an eye-opener.

The south goods store is full of good things transported from the land of Jiangnan.

Sweets that you can't afford to eat are piled up here, and the green salt, which can only be sold by the government, is placed directly on the counter.

Not to mention all kinds of precious things.

Han Mingming saw a guy coming down from the second floor with a huge shark fin.

It was a precious shark fin, and just one piece of shark fin was worth tens or hundreds of taels of silver.

"Tut-tut!" Han Cong couldn't help but speak, this is called business.

The guys in the store watched and listened in all directions, and as soon as they saw Han Cong, they knew that this guy was here to cause trouble.

The young man came over: "Uncle, what do you want to buy?" ”

He even started to take copper coins out of his pocket, and like this little gangster, he sent away the two copper plates.

You don't need to look for the flower arms of this street to come to peace.

Han Cong took out a document from his arms: "I'm looking for you to be the shopkeeper to collect the rent." ”

"Rent?" The young man was stunned, he had never heard that this store had a rent, and everyone knew that this was the Han family's business.

The young man said: "This is the business of the Han family, are you mistaken?" ”

Han Cong said bluntly: "I'm surnamed Han, don't ink, let your shopkeeper come out." ”

"Otherwise, I'll take the goods equivalent to the rent, and don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

Han Cong's face showed a fierce light, and the whole person looked like a gangster.

"I'm not a good match, if I'm not satisfied, I'll bring the Northern Horse Gang over and kill your shopkeeper's whole family."

As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally exposed a dagger at his waist.

On the dagger, a wolf's head emblem, extremely fierce.

The young man looked at the dagger, and what was the person on the spot, he knew too well what it meant, and he didn't dare to provoke such a fierce person.

Usually, you can find a flower arm to settle things, but now those flower arms have to kneel and call the ancestor when they meet this person.

"You wait here, I'll go find the shopkeeper." So saying, the young man went into the shop.

Only Han Cong was left waiting in the south store.

……

Yun Feng was sitting at home, drinking tea.

On the white paper in front of him, Yun Feng used a very thin rat whisker chestnut tail pen to record the recent events, and slowly deduced the relationship.

The so-called three provinces of my body, now that the environment is so bad, it is natural that every step must be calculated.

While waiting, Han Wenyuan finally ran in through the gate with a happy face.

Yun Feng's originally anxious mood suddenly dissipated.

"Uncle, uncle, you're right, Han Cong really went to the South Goods Store, and I don't know what he said, Manager Shangfu nodded and bent down to send Han Cong out of the store." Han Wenyuan ran over excitedly and said pantingly with his hands on his knees in front of Yun Feng.

A small face is already red because it ran too fast.

When Yun Feng heard the news, he finally confirmed what he was thinking, and finally had a smile on his face.

Although Han Cong likes to slap horses and bully others, sometimes it is quite useful.

Yun Feng picked up the piece of paper and gently circled the word "murder with a knife" in it.

"Wenyuan, you did a good job, in the next three days, you will take our Qifang people to secretly buy more than 300 catties of boars near our Xiangzhou City, and collect them from village to village." Yun Feng told thousands of instructions.

Han Wenyuan listened to Yun Feng's instructions, and the whole person was stunned.

He asked, "Uncle, why do you want this pig!" ”

"Hahahaha!" Yun Feng laughed: "Everything, you will understand in a few days, if you still don't understand by then, just ask the clan elder, and his old man will definitely be able to understand." ”

On the paper in his hand, there were several large characters written on it.

To lure it, please enter the urn.

Fat pigs are scarce and vulgar, and can be a trap for this pit man.