"The gentleman doesn't move his hands, Chen Jing, we are scholars!" Wu Wen collapsed on the ground, clutching his broken head, and kept asking for mercy.

Another little scholar even pretended to faint directly.

Chen Jing sat on the stake, a little irritable in his heart. This is just the beginning, and it's already difficult.

"Tell me about the title deed."

"If you draw a red bet, you're going to sell it...... Big deal, I'll give you another two taels of silver. ”

"Outsiders bought it?"

Wu Wen wanted to speak and stopped, until he was smashed again, and then he started crying again.

"Brother Jing is a person from the Zitang. I owe four taels of silver to the gambling house, and I can't help it, so I'll pull a pimp. ”

"I'm special!"

Chen Jing was furious, and according to Wu Wen's legs, he pumped down with two sticks. Forty or fifty taels of land deeds, you pay off a gambling debt, and all of them are in the pit.

However, the original owner is indeed a fool. This time, the huge mess was all left.

Hesitating, Chen Jing turned his head and glanced at Song Yu, who was packing up his belongings.

He has eighty taels of silver on him, and as long as he has the road guide of the official workshop, he will not be hungry if he goes south and north. Left and right, he doesn't have much affection for this ancestral house.

This kind of, the sooner you get out, the better.

"Sell it or not, you have the idea." Chen Jing spoke quietly.

The child's daughter-in-law shook her head.

"This house is sold, how will you live in the future. You messed around outside, you were beaten and cried when you came home, and I can still cook a meal. ”

"I can make money."

Song Yu smiled miserably, didn't believe it, turned around and walked into the house.

"Brother Jing, you really don't want to fight, I have a migraine again. At the end of the year of Gengzi, I also gave you half a bag of rice. ”

Chen Jing was stunned, recalled it, and found that the Year of Gengzi was three or four years ago. Co-authoring should be remembered for a lifetime.

"Miss Song, you can also help me speak! Last summer, I also helped you carry a load of firewood. ”

Chen Jing cursed, and pulled down again.

……

Wu Wenyuan didn't expect that Chen Jing, who was originally submissive, suddenly became a stick boy.

"Chen Jing, it's not easy to fool the people in Zitang. Let's give them the title deed, and a few taels of silver. ”

"Don't talk too much." Chen Jing frowned. If you don't want to solve the matter of the title deed, these two little bastards will directly break their legs and hang them for another day.

"Brother Jing, I'm back ......"

Just as Chen Jing was thinking, another scholar walked back with a limp leg. His voice trembled, for fear that Chen Jing would take a firewood stick again.

This Chen family's title deed, if something goes wrong, the people of Zitang will not let them go.

"How?"

"I made an appointment with Tongfu Restaurant."

Chen nodded. The original owner drew a red charge in the Spring Building, which is equivalent to the title deed of the Chen family's ancestral house, ready to be sold cheaply.

"Brother Jing, look at me, I have a headache again, can you be accommodating, I'll go home and drink the medicine and come back." Wu Wen was still pleading.

"I owe you a tael of silver, right, and I feel guilty for beating you so hard. In this way, I will lend you another five taels, and you can take it to the hospital to see the migraine. Chen Jing thought for a moment and spoke.

"Chen Jing, we are really brothers in life and death!"

Chen Jing smiled, "This is nature. I just sold a few pieces of silk and satin, and I got rich. However, Brother Wu had to write a note first. ”

"Well said, well said."

After hurriedly writing the note, Wu Wen took a small bag of silver, opened it and counted it, and the whole person became happy.

Chen Jing, who took the note, looked at it a few times, then silently picked up the firewood stick again and slapped it coldly on Wu Wen's arm.

Wu Wen was in pain, and the money bag fell to the ground and was picked up by Chen Jing.

"Brother Jing?"

Chen Jing didn't bother to answer, and turned his head to look at the other scholar.

"Brother Jing, I don't borrow it, I have silver for copying books in the past two days!"

"You don't need money, you can write notes." Chen Jing smiled. He understands very well that if he doesn't use any means to suppress Wu Wen and the two, maybe something will happen in the future.

Of course, you can't kill anyone. In Ping'an Town, fights are not a big deal. But if you want to kill someone, this thing will be stabbed in the sky all at once. The summer catcher in the official workshop, if you do evil, the ends of the earth will chase you to death.

After putting away the two notes, kicking Wu Wen a few times each, and kicking out of the courtyard, Chen Jingcai sat down again, thinking about the next plan.

Handle the sub-hall?

That's it, it's probably an ancient social person.

He does have a lot of ways to make money. But now, no matter how fat you eat, it's useless. is like a child, holding a gold ingot, swaggering through the market, harboring his guilt, sooner or later he will be robbed.

"Song Yu, I'll go out." Chen Jing turned his head.

On the edge of the courtyard, Song Yu, who was folding firewood, looked back and turned back again.

……

Tongfu Restaurant is on the richest North Street in Ping'an Town. Ping'an Town is close to Kyoto, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going in the town, so the gambling house and wine shop on North Street, the Spring House Inn, business has been very good.

didn't go directly into the restaurant, hesitated, Chen Jing found a small noodle stall and sat down calmly. With his current appearance, as long as he dares to go to the meeting alone, it is estimated that the people who will be taken into the hall will chew until there are no bones left.

After eating two bowls of Yangchun noodles in a row, Chen Jingcai hurriedly settled the noodle money and ran out quickly when he saw three or four street patrolling people coming over.

"Xia Zhutou, I picked up a money bag."

Walking towards him, the leader of the tied clothes caught the head, and when he saw Chen Jing blocking the way, he stopped suddenly. This person is Xia Zhutou, whose full name is Xia Chong, although he is only in his thirties, he has a calm temperament and is jealous and hateful. How many Jiangyang thieves and flower thieves are folded on his waist knife.

The previous pawnshop shopkeeper was afraid that he, the "old bandit of Mobei", would suffer a catastrophe, and specially instructed him.

Handing over the money bag, Chen Jing only felt a little ashamed. This is basically the same as the children's song "Pick up a penny on the side of the road".

But there is no way, you have to find a way to go on.

Xia Chong hesitated and took the money bag, "When I go back to the official workshop, I will write a notice to recruit losses." But this money bag, which adds up to less than three dollars of broken silver, you didn't hide it, did you? ”

"Xia Zhutou, I'm a reader. The sages have said that a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. If I really take it, how can I give it to you? ”

"That's it." Xia Chun nodded, "Your name, I will add it to the notice." ”

Chen Jing smiled, "That's it, Xia Zhutou, I picked it up in Tongfu Restaurant." Wait a minute, I'll go up and ask, maybe I can find the owner. Please wait for me on the street for a while. ”

"Go ahead."

I didn't have the slightest impatience because there was too little silver. Xia Chong held the waist knife and took a few catchers with him, and sat on the tea stall next to him.

Without delay, Chen Jing quickly ran to the restaurant.