Li Hai will definitely go out of the mansion today to attend Lao Zhao Tong's Red Sun Banquet, because his superior, Director Feng, the head of the Jining Gate, will definitely attend.

Gao Qiqian didn't change color in the study, and his voice was low, so he hurriedly told the story of what happened in the Land Temple two days ago, mainly because this matter is not easy to hide!

Now no one knows that he deceived his second son, Li Chao, to find Zhao Xiong to fight, if this matter is told about it, with Li Hai's temper, his life will be in danger.

Now the big boss of Heishui Village has not replied, he is now taking one step at a time, and it is a big deal to return to the sect and hide.

No matter how capable he is, he can't move, and he can't do anything by himself.

Anyway, he has been greedy for some money in the past three years, which is enough for him to visit Wanhualou every day!

It got dark quickly, and the Xiyuan Wharf of Zhaofu was full of people, and Lehi and the big butler raised the potential wharf to disembark.

Xiyuan Wharf was originally a small private wharf of Zhaofu, which has been cleaned and renewed in the past two days.

But Zhao Xiong felt that the fields around his small wharf were good places to build wharf storage, and his heart began to get angry.

He had an idea to make Xiyuan Pier a smaller version of Zhongshan Port.

The Grand Canal will be closed next month, and ships from the south to the north will flock to it, which is not often seen on the canal waterways today.

In the past two days, there were four or five hundred large and small ships waiting to pass through the locks on the canal, and they were all docked at various small piers of the canal.

The people who came ashore from the boat were like tides.

During the day, there is a lot of noise, and at night there are thousands of fishing fires.

But it's cheap, it's a lot of money!

If he becomes a lock official and has a small power in the canal, he is not greedy, and collects tolls normally, forming a good business atmosphere.

He then expanded the private wharf inconspicuously, and even imagined that it would expand into the largest section of the Shandong Canal within a few years.

Once it is built, those merchant ships docked at the small wharf will be docked at the wharf they have built.

In this way, the wealth is rolling in, and it is difficult not to get rich, so why embezzle some expenses.

As the sun sets, Gao Qi dive stands at the bow of the boat and looks at the Grand Canal in the distance.

At the end of winter, the canal was about to be closed according to the order of the canal yamen, and the river was not opened until the spring of the following year, which was also the most difficult day for the poor people along the Grand Canal.

The word came down from the Wenxiang Sect that he was going to launch a riot before the canal opened in the spring of Yixian at the latest.

He received an order from the sect leader, and he was so excited last night that he didn't sleep all night.

Walking across the No. 1 trestle bridge on the pier, he hugged the leather jacket on his body and took a deep breath of the sky.

There was a faint smell of vagueness in the icy air, and he didn't pay attention to the smell of sandalwood.

The wharf here is being expanded, and the No. 2 pier not far away is full of people.

The coolies who unloaded the grain and stacked the stones were silent and worked.

When Lehi, who got off the ship, saw that it was getting darker, the overseer of the Zhao Mansion lit a long string of torches on the wharf, and the coolies who carried the grain bowed down like a mule carrying a load.

They carried the grain bales to the grain warehouse 100 meters away.

Since Lao Zhao passed away, their Zhao Mansion and the Zhao clan have all given up the food and concentrated on the development of department stores.

He wondered, could it be that Zhao Xiong also wanted to insert the grain of the Grand Canal, which should be vigilant.

Now there are Zhao Mansion's family members leading the way at the wharf, and on the peninsula not far away, smoke curling!

This is a peaceful and prosperous time!

Li Hai took the chief butler and two retinues to the west gate of the Zhao Mansion in the distance, and saw the tall walls of the Zhao Mansion, even taller than his walls in the North Garden.

This old Zhao Tong, how much money does it take to build this mansion.

He couldn't help but sigh that he was an official on the canal, and he was thriving, but he had also made a lot of money in the past three years, and it was hard to say whether he could still do it in this official position today!

Gao Qiqian, who was leading the way in front, thought of seeing the old Zhao Tong of the dead Lord of Yama, and he hated it so much that his teeth itched.

It was this Zhao Tong who separated his wife, and he wanted revenge.

Old Zhao Tong died well, but there is still his son Zhao Xiong, he must take revenge.

When Gao Qiqian thought of this, he remembered that three years ago, Zhao Xiong, who was very thin and thin, kicked him in the place where he said with a smile with red eyes.

Thinking of that picture, Gao Qiqian directly fought a cold war, and began to ache faintly again in the place where he cut off the words.

At this time, it was completely dark, the red lantern was hung high in front of the west gate of the Zhao Mansion, and the welcoming master of ceremonies sang loudly mixed with bursts of bustling and noisy sounds, lingering in the sky above the Zhao Mansion for a long time.

At this time, the main hall on Zhaofu Middle Road was already a large banquet with many guests.

Zhao Xiong's abduction of Li Hai's second son, Li Chao, into the manor was fully opened this afternoon, giving some hints to many people who were still hesitant to come.

The battle between the Zhao Mansion and the Li Mansion seems to be intensifying.

Three years ago, Zhao Xiongba's reputation had already spread in the canal, and the late Zhao Tong's son Zhao Xiong Zhao Xiongba was just 16 years old and was definitely going to go out of the mountain.

Don't care about the good reputation and bad reputation, as long as your family is strong in Dakang's society, there will be people who take refuge.

Moreover, the old man Zhao Tong was the arbiter of the Shandong Canal gang back then, and although the immortal died, his connections were still there.

So some of the people of the canal gang and the merchants who walked the canal, some people recognized the situation and decided to bet.

As a result, in the afternoon, the west gate of the Zhao Mansion on the peninsula was full of traffic, and the huge gate was blocked.

Outside the door, a long sedan chair lined up all the way to the grain field, and even so, people kept rushing here from all directions.

The servants who greeted the guests at the gate of the Zhao Mansion laughed so much that the corners of their mouths cramped, and their mouths were dry when they roared.

The account room of the Zhao Mansion took the apprentices below to set up a table on the side of the door, receiving gifts and keeping records, and the weather was freezing and the ground was so cold that his hands were shivering.

The old bookkeeper thought about Zhao Xiong, it seems that the young master is definitely going to be an official, so the Zhao family will definitely prosper again.

And in the eyes of the old bookkeeper, Zhao Xiong has changed a lot in recent years.

In the past three years, they have been greatly encouraged by the fact that they have been able to say that one is one and that what they promise will be fulfilled and what they promise will be done.

The servant who was responsible for running errands and delivering tea and water for hospitality had blisters on his feet one afternoon, and even a group of cooks invited in from Wanhualou were in a hurry because of this sudden increase in orders.

Now the kitchen and tea room of the Zhao Mansion are also seriously overloaded.

Rao is so.

The Ninth Master said that if today's banquet is successful, he will give them three times the monthly money and reward.

So, a group of people gritted their teeth and turned around.

Zhang Baihu of the Dewang Guard Office in Yixian County, as Zhao Tong's godson, was sitting in the Xiangrui Hall at this time, smiling and talking to a few distinguished guests.

However, despite the countless beautiful words in his mouth, his eyes were peeking out.

The fact that those two didn't come was always uneasy.