A few sisters chattered and forgot to pretend to be a lady, and looked at Song Wen's figure from a distance and chatted vigorously, looking at the tall man next to him very curiously.

The man looked at the back of the young man on the balcony in the distance, and asked the servant next to him, "I heard that they said that the young man is one of the proprietors of this Wazi Street?" Brother Wen...... Who is he? Why are these Qinglou women so detached in their hearts? ”

The old slave replied respectfully: "Back to the master, this kid is now a man of the hour in Bianliang Market, and he was still a slave little turtle boy last year!" Somehow, a dancer on Wazi Street danced an orchid dance...... Then it was out of control, and Zixuanlou's business was almost chasing after the three major green buildings in Bianliang! Later, he persuaded the remaining proprietors of Wazi Street to take a large sum of money to make Wazi Street look like this...... He also taught these sisters all kinds of flower work, and it is said that even the decoration of the scenery and the courtyard here were designed by him. ”

The noble man nodded...... "If you are really a strange person, it's a pity that you will not have a chance to go out of the market." ”

"Oh, yes! Master...... The young man in the market who gambled with the little marquis of Liao, Brother Yelushan, on the wine fairy was also him! In the past, it was also a small proprietor of the Four Seas Wine Factory...... It's just that later the Four Seas Wine Shop was accepted by the inner court, but there was a crazy brewing master who is called a wine fairy, and as a result, although the current fire spring can still be ignited, the taste has become bitter and violent, which is a pity......"

The noble man pursed the corners of his lips: "It turned out to be him...... The smell of burning spring is really unbearable, and the Liao people must have fallen into his calculations, and it is estimated that no one in the world can drink so many spirits......"

"Master Mingjian, this little turtle must have a ghost mind, and Brother Yelu Mountain is also calculating!"

"It can be regarded as a little credit to make the Liao people suffer."

"Will the master reward him?"

"Where is his origin, where is he the reward of God? Hahaha......"

"What the master said is that the old slave Meng Lang is gone!"

Inexplicably, Song Wen glanced back at the extravagant guest, as if there was some unknown implication in the dark, Song Wen only felt that the person had a strange feeling that dwarfed him.

Song Wen shook his head, and before returning to the table, he checked the account books of the people who had recently received the tea party on Jiwazi Street, and then approved the expenditure.

Sun Mou, the account room, is still a little frightened, he is from a poor background, has never won any fame, and he has not even been admitted to the show, where has he ever seen such a spending of money?

"East ...... Proprietor! This month, another thousand nine hundred and forty-two ...... were spent 220650 wen. ”

Sun Mou, who had some stuttering, took the account book and explained: "The cost of soup and medicine for sixteen girls who are sick, and ...... There were also two little turtle males who were hit by a carriage...... Bumped. The rest are all in trouble at home, and there are a few old girls who want to redeem themselves...... We gave each person fifty taels of silver for dressing up according to the rules! The rest are all monthly silver secretly given to the people of the tea party......"

Song Wen nodded: "With Mr. Sun watching here, I don't worry!"

Sun Mou's face turned red...... "Proprietor...... You...... Don't dislike me for being useless...... is still stammering, how can Sun Mu not ...... Not going all out? Rest assured, our money will never be wasted! ”

Song Wen smiled: "Mr. Sun's monthly silver is too small, I think it will rise by another ten or thirty!"

"Huh? Too...... Too much! The proprietor is not allowed to ......"

"You're welcome, save enough money to buy a small courtyard early, so that you can marry back your lady who has not passed the door! At the beginning, you were the only one who was not blinded by these girls when I arrived at Wazi Street, and it was because of this that I left Mr. Sun behind. Otherwise, ordinary people would have been buried by this red dust long ago! ”

"Huh...... Thank you, proprietor! ”

On the second day, Song Wen quietly took Sun Mou and Lin Chong, and directly exchanged more than 20,000 taels of silver and 500 copper coins with the promissory notes of Qian Zhuang, and then took An Chun, the leader of the little beggars, and more than a dozen clever teenagers to hire two carriages and leave Bianliang. Along the way, Lin Chong nervously held a waist knife, and there was a bright silver gun hanging next to the car...... There was so much silver in the box, but it made Lin Chong nervous enough! But Song Wen quietly invited four martial artists with strong martial arts skills to escort him secretly at the Zhou Dong Pavilion Master of the Jingshi Imperial Boxing Gym in advance, and he didn't have any worries in his heart.

An Chun brought the news last night that Li Yan is back!

Quietly bought a lot of clothes, bedding, food, wine and meat, but An Daoquan didn't have a chance to come, grandpa was about to leave Bianliang, and went to Daxiangguo Temple to say goodbye to the old monk...... At such an old age, I am afraid that I will never have a chance to see each other again in this life.

The carriage became four, and after crossing the Bianhe River out of Bianliang, he walked thirty miles to the northwest, and when he arrived at a market town, Song Wen cautiously changed a few more carriages...... Now Brother Wen is very cautious, for fear that some powerful people will worry about his family business.

Traveling all the way west, it was not until the afternoon that he saw a few wisps of green smoke floating on the remote mountain villa he bought, and Song Wen suddenly had a wonderful feeling...... This is the feeling that I have never felt in Wazi Street in Bianliang, and it feels like my own home.

Although there was only one old courtyard against the hill, five tenant farmers and a large pile of straw huts, dilapidated warehouses and a hundred acres of barren thin fields...... But Song Wen just thinks that this is his home!

"If only the Green Slave were here...... There is no longer a tigress old witch-like grandmother to discipline her, forcing her to learn what piano and flute manners, and how to please men...... Well, Lao Tzu will definitely rescue her! ”

Song Wen, who let down his guard, scolded for the first time in front of Lin Chong and revealed his heart.

A trace of resoluteness flashed in Lin Chong's eyes, and he quietly kept Brother Wen'er's wish in his heart......

In the distance, Song Wen saw a large pile of gray and dirty bare children quietly gathered next to the well, and several tenant women covering their noses and setting fire to a large pile of tattered and dirty clothes...... A strong stench that can be smelled from afar!

Li Erlang and a few winery boys were distributing their clothes to these half-grown dolls, and the length of the clothes was uneven, but these dolls were very happy......

Song Wen shouted from afar: "Li Erlang! What about Uncle Lee? How many people came? ”

Li Erlang's face was overjoyed, and he ran over and replied: "If you go back to my brother, I will save a total of seventy-two boys, but ...... Also, there are six girls! Brother Wen won't want them, right? ”

"Say what? Six, am I too little? I will be your daughter-in-law after I feed some more...... Hahaha! ”

Li Erlang's face was flushed with shame, and he said in a low voice: "Brother is joking again, Master, he is tired enough, he came back last night and drank a jar of fire to burn spring, and he hasn't gotten up yet!"

"This old drunkard still wants to make meritorious contributions to the army! I think if you get drunk, you will definitely make a mistake, and then the commander will have to cut him down......"

"Fart! It's almost ...... cut you The little turtle man said bad things about Lao Tzu behind his back, right? ”

Li Yan walked out with a yawn in dirty clothes, and a group of silent and dirty half-grown children huddled together behind her, looking curiously and fearfully at Song Wen and the others standing at the door of Zhuangzi.

Several tenant farmers also came over in a hurry to greet Song Wen, Song Wen waved his hand and asked them to go to work, and then walked over to Li Yan and said, "Is the road going well?" Did you run into any trouble? ”

Li Yan's face turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "This damn world...... Do you know what has become of Hebei Road now? The Liao people have stopped a lot now, but after beating the Daimyo's Mansion to the boundaries of Zhending Mansion, the homeless people are rampant with bandits! Too many people have been displaced...... I found some orphans in the army and the orphans of heroes in the Daimyo's Mansion and Zhending Mansion, but only 40 of them were taken in...... The rest are orphans I picked up on the road! If there is no one to take them in, they will have to be sold by people's teeth, and the female doll will have to be sold into the building as a prostitute! ”

Song Wen nodded: "It's okay, we can afford it now!" Seventy-eight dolls in total? ”

"Well, my Lao Li can't bear to support so many people, but it's hard for you...... It's easy to save some silver, and before you can redeem the green slaves, you have to put it on these orphans...... I...... I'm a little ashamed. ”

"Then you can drink less fire in the future!"

"That's not going to work! It's a big deal, I'm ashamed while drinking...... Anyway, Lao Li, I have a thick skin, and I can't be ashamed! ”