Director Feng was looking at a painting on the wall with his back to him, and the butler was silently stepping aside.

If Zhao Xiong had stood there so stupidly before, he didn't know what to do.

Of course, the current Zhao Xiong is not the Zhao Xiong of three years ago, looking at the back of Director Feng with a smile on his face, he said:

"Nephew Zhao Xiong greets Uncle Feng!"

After that, he lifted his hem and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, then straightened up and said in a tone not sad or happy:

"For my old lady, I implore Uncle Feng to come to the Red Sun Banquet in three days, this is an invitation!"

The butler took the invitation and handed it respectfully

Then Zhao Xiong clapped his palms, and Zhao Donkey, the servant outside the house, stood at the door and knelt down respectfully holding a box of gifts.

The butler hurriedly took it, stepped forward and put it on the coffee table, opened a corner to reveal the silver thing inside, and stepped aside to continue to be silent.

Director Feng then looked back at the gift on the coffee table, about a hundred taels of silver, and thought to himself that Lao Zhao Tong was a local snake after all, and he still had some net worth.

So he looked at Zhao Xiong, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked up and down a few times.

I saw that Zhao Xiong at this moment was tall and dignified, wearing a brocade robe, covered with a very thick shoulder, a black cloak on the ground, and a pair of white shoes on his feet.

The young man's aura was not at all like the stupid look he had three years ago when he fainted in front of Lao Zhaotong's coffin.

Seeing that he was wearing a pair of white shoes on his feet, Director Feng nodded in his heart, and sighed in his heart that he was a filial descendant.

"Virtuous nephew, get up quickly, the old lady's body is fine!"

Zhao Xiong got up with a smile, and sat down while stepping forward to help Director Feng, and said with a smile: "My mother is in good health, but she has been nagging lately, and she hasn't seen Mrs. Jin for three years, so I miss her!" ”

Mrs. Jin Jin Feng is the official wife of Director Feng, and she is a handkerchief with Zhao Xiong's mother, Wang, and she is usually the best.

Director Feng Bin Feng can have today's achievements as a seven-rank official, thanks to Mrs. Jin's maiden family.

After reading the invitation, Director Feng touched his beard and said with a smile to Zhao Xiong, who had just sat down, "Three days later, my wife and I will go to Zhaojiazhuang to visit the old lady.

As for what I promised your father, I will arrange it too! ”

When Zhao Xiong heard this, he quickly stood up, bowed his waist and clasped his fists and saluted: "Then there is Uncle Lao Feng!" ”

In the backyard lobby, the acting gate official of the Hanzhuang Gate, the former old man's deputy, Li Hai, nicknamed the dwarf winter melon, blocked two rounds of wine for Director Feng, and was sitting on the seat eating food and sobering up.

The thin and tall man Li Da hurriedly walked over and whispered a few words in his ear, the more Li Hai listened, the more gloomy his face became, and after listening to him, he sighed, it seemed that he had to come to this point.

So, he only said four words to his henchman Li Da: "Clean up!" ”

In the gate of a dilapidated house near Liuhong Street (that is, Qinglou Street) in Taierzhuang, several men with knives and axes were waiting there.

Li Da's eyes narrowed, and before he could speak, the king rat wolf led the men to laugh, and said alone:

"Zhao Xiong used to be known as a bully, and it was indeed a mad tiger with great strength to bite people, I heard that he fell ill three years ago, and he couldn't get out of Zhuangzi because of his illness.

Now that it's out, I saw him at noon, Si Swenwen didn't have the momentum of the mad tiger, and it was almost the same to call a sick dog, how can Li Da let us clean him up, and waste one of his hands or feet! ”

The slender and tall Li Da back hand, looking at the gangster king rat wolf with a cruel look in his eyes, said:

"Li Ye said, this!"

Li Da wiped his neck with his hand viciously, and then said:

"After the deed is completed, a hundred taels of silver, but you have to be clean, do you hear?"

The king rat wolf and those men were stunned, they could fight and fight, but they didn't often do things like harming people's lives.

Especially for the children of official families like Zhao Xiong, especially Lao Zhao, who passed through the world and his family and the hereditary Jinyu Wei Baihu brand, Wang Mouse Wolf and a few men would never dare to offend.

"What's the matter, you're scared!

Don't worry, there is Li Ye to protect you, and I will give you 200 taels after the matter is completed!

After cleaning up, you will take a boat to Baishui Village to hide for a while. ”

"This, Master Li, we can't do it, I think Master Li, you can find someone else!"

The weasel said with a smile.

"What's the matter, if my lord hadn't been an official and would have done it himself, you wouldn't have been able to know the details.

Besides, your family Li Ye will take care of it! ”

After Li Da finished speaking, he stared at the king rat wolf in front of him with triangular eyes, the king rat wolf smiled bitterly in his heart, he was very afraid that he would have nowhere to spend 300 taels of silver, but he was more worried about his family.

In the past three years, Lehi's notoriety has spread far and wide on the Grand Canal.

He weighed the pros and cons and nodded his head, and then Li Da's brother Li Er pushed the door in and whispered to them:

"The banquet is about to disperse, are you ready, the people I sent to keep an eye on are at the ferry, hurry up!"

Wang Mouse Wolf is also an experienced person and said: "No need to go to the ferry, Zhao Xiongba will definitely not go back to Zhuangzi so late, it should be back to the old mansion, we didn't go to the woods of the old mansion!" ”。

Zhao Xiong had already finished the banquet and the sun had set, and Zhao Xiong, who had drunk a little wine, decided not to go back to Zhuangzi, but to his house in Taierzhuang.

The house is on the street of the Moon River, close to the post road.

Since the death of the old man Zhao Tong, there are not many people in the winter, and only the front yard of the Sanjin house is guarded by an old servant couple and five or six rough maids at the door.

Zhao Xiong rode a mule and walked leisurely on the post road parallel to the canal, and he had stayed in the village honestly since he crossed.

For three years, this post road has become more and more depressed, and after walking more than a mile, I can't see a single person, only the willow trees next to the canal, which make a "squeak, squeak" sound with the cold wind.

In a dirt bag, everyone saw two ox carts in front of them, one big cart fell to the ground, and the ox of the trailer sat on the ground.

The collapsed cart was parked aside, and there was a large pile of goods on the ground, and several men gathered around to discuss something.

After hearing the movement, the men looked back.

Zhao Xiong was found riding a large flower mule, and his servants were leading the mule for him, and a person next to him was riding a thin donkey, and the three of them were walking towards the ox cart.

There was a look of excitement on their faces, the boss's strategy was well used, defenseless, there was a chance!

Someone greeted him and said: "Brother hit the handle, the axle of our side is broken and the corbel is broken, can you help carry the goods on the car, the price is easy to say." ”

Zhao Donkey, who was leading the mule in front, looked back at Zhao Xiong.

Zhao Xiong nodded and said to Zhao Donkey:

"It's a cold day in this winter month, and it's really a delay if the car breaks down on the post road, help them!"

With Zhao Xiong's permission, Zhao Donkey walked quickly to the cart, and shouted in his mouth: "How can a good cow break your legs!" ”