Jiang Anrao's gaze couldn't help but glance back and forth on the boy's face a few more times, wondering in his heart whether this boy would be the person he thought?

The boy followed the middle-aged man out of the restaurant, followed by more than a dozen guard-looking people, and the group stood not far from the door. The middle-aged man said goodbye to the person and watched the person he was talking to walk away, and then he greeted the shopkeeper's account and planned to leave.

The middle-aged man did not turn back into the house, he was a little smoky, as if he wanted to let off the smell of alcohol outside. He and the boy stood here and didn't move, and the guards behind them didn't leave, but a group of more than a dozen of them inevitably crowded near the tables and chairs of the diners next to them.

It just so happened that the Mo family led by Jiang Anrao was seated at the table outside the restaurant, one part on the left and the other on the right.

The middle-aged men's guards were standing next to a table of inkmen.

It was also a coincidence that when one of the guards turned around, the end of the saber accidentally swept to the table, and with a "dang" sound, it struck directly on a clay bowl on the table.

This sound was a little abrupt, and the guard turned around to see that the middle-aged man and the others also heard the voice. So I happened to see the inkman sitting in that position with a quick hand to catch the half-fallen pottery bowl.

"Ahh The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but hurriedly motioned for the guards to get out of the way, and then walked to the side of the ink man and saluted:

"This chivalrous man is very skilled! Sorry, sorry, the door is reckless! Excuse me! Please also Haihan! ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the food on everyone's table, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you guys have invited you to this table." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned the shopkeeper of the restaurant and asked him to settle the money for the meal at this table.

"It's okay," the ink man sitting there didn't get up, but said calmly, "don't bother. Sir, please. ”

The man was stunned for a moment, glanced around, and found that the people at the tables around him were dressed very similarly, and immediately reacted, these tables were all together.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jiang Rao's side again, and found that the people here seemed to be together, so he smiled:

"Oh, you're all together?

In Shimoroko, I'm sorry to bother you. Listen to your accents, aren't you locals? Are you here to do business? ”

As he spoke, his eyes wandered on both sides, obviously trying to distinguish who was in charge of this group of people.

As soon as Jiang Anrao heard him claim that he was Lu Geng, she knew it in her heart, and motioned that the ink artist didn't need to talk, but she herself spoke up:

"Mr. Lu doesn't have to be polite, it was an unintentional mistake, it's a trivial matter, sir, please take care of yourself."

Exclusion of public opinion: Wow! Isn't it, isn't it! Is that little boy Lü Buwei?

Old ginger oil: If there are no accidents, it should be, right?

Hearing this, Lu Geng turned his head to look at Jiang Anrao, as if he was a little surprised that what she was exporting was Yayan, and that her group of people was actually led by a little girl.

Looking at everyone's outfits, and noticing that everyone had their own weapons, Lu Geng suddenly asked tentatively:

"Everyone, Ink Maker?"

Finding that everyone looked up at him, Lu Geng smiled and quickly explained:

"Haha, don't misunderstand, Lu has no other intentions, it's just that my father has met a few ink artists in the past, and those ink artists are kind to my father, so I have always respected the ink masters.

If you are all ink writers, then please give Lu a chance to let Lu treat you a little! ”

The return journey from Xiziwan: Promise him, promise him, An'an, Lu Buwei, this is, another thigh!

The audience never disliked the excitement when they watched the excitement, and they encouraged Jiang Anrao to agree.

Jiang Anrao smiled and continued to refuse:

"Don't bother, I'm just passing by Yangzhai and resting for a while, and I've also eaten at this time, so I don't bother." As he spoke, he took out a small bag, called the shopkeeper, counted the cloth coins, and gave it to him.

The Mo family was already eating fast, and they had all eaten a lot of kung fu, so Jiang Anrao knew the account, and everyone got up and left.

Jiang Anrao didn't listen to the audience, she didn't plan to have more contact with Lu Geng now, so she still took the Mo family to find a post house to live in first.

After everyone arrived at the post house, they settled down, and someone with ink came to Jiang Anrao:

"Jiang Rao, the people who followed us all the way have already left."

"Hmm. Let's get some rest. ”

Jiang Anrao nodded and told the inker to let him rest.

When the people left, she looked at Wang Yun and asked:

"Do you see anything?"

"You said Lu Geng, or that kid?" Wang Yun asked.

"The kid." Jiang An said, "I just looked, your eyes have been looking at that boy." What do you see? ”

Wang Yun smiled happily, I didn't know that Jiang Anrao still paid so much attention to himself when he watched the excitement!

"That kid has a very heavy life, he may be able to be a great minister one day, but it's just ......" said, Wang Yun shook his head, "It's a pity, it's rare to have a good death." ”

After speaking, he saw Jiang Narao staring at him in surprise.

The audience was also calling Wang Yun at this time. If the boy is really Lu Buwei, he will not be a supreme minister in the future, it is simply one person under ten thousand people! But Lü Buwei's ending, everyone knows, is not very good.

"Then Lu Geng is ordinary, at most he has some financial luck, but he gave birth to a good son."

"But no, three years old is set at eighty, and now that he is only so old, he is already very smart, no wonder he will make great achievements in the future."

Wang Yun looked at her: "How do you know that he is smart?" ”

"Didn't he just come up with an important piece of news in a few words?"

"You say, silk for horses?"

Jiang Anrao nodded: "Yes." Those businessmen didn't feel that this news was precious because they couldn't do it themselves, but this was the news that others could feel empowered after hearing it!

If this Lu family happens to be in a silk and satin cloth business, and they happen to have their own caravan, then you say, isn't this just someone else giving them a way to make a fortune? ”

Wang Yun nodded when he heard this, and asked again: "What do they want to do when they send people to follow us?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that we are ink masters, so I sent someone to follow, thinking that I wanted something."

"You sent someone to follow them?"

"Well, while people are not paying attention, let people inquire about the details of the Lu family. I guess it won't be long before I'll be back. ”

As he spoke, soon, the ink man who was secretly sent out by Jiang Anrao to track the Lu family's father and son and the Lu family's investigation came back.

"Good work." Jiang An said, "What did you find out?" ”

"That man's name is indeed Lü Geng, and the child who followed him was his only son, Lü Buwei. The Lui family has been in business for generations, and in the early years, they made a lot of money from the jewelry and silk business. However, their business has always been to buy low and sell high, and the operator is not single.

Because the Lu family ran a silk business in the early years, there were indeed a few silk shops in the family, and because of the integrity of business, the Lu family was very famous in Yangzhai.

Their family has a caravan, and they often go back and forth to Sanjin, and they are one of the great businessmen in Yangzhai. ”

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