In the middle of the month, the weather in the whole south seems to be in the midst of a feather fire.

"Li Heng Zhou Yong, feed the horses more water." Standing in front of Zhuangzi, Chen Jing spoke worriedly.

The weather in the south has been a long time without rain. Even the creek and river not far from the village have lowered a tablet line.

Of course, it's not without its good things. For example, the bricks made can be quickly dried in the sun when left under the scorching sun.

Now, the entire Chenjia Racecourse, except for the green bricks that have not come out of the kiln, the rest of the things are basically done. But even so, Chen Jing still didn't plan to run the horse gang immediately.

This business belongs to the one that has been open for a year. And with Chen Jing's "technical blessing", it is not too much to eat for three years. For now, he needs to think of some ways to slowly improve this way of accumulating money.

"Owner, owner!"

Chen Jing, who was thinking, was suddenly interrupted by a voice. He raised his head and found that Brother Zhao San had returned to the village at some point.

"Dongjia, the people of Wu Village are here on horseback!"

Wu Village is a clan village seven or eight miles to the south. Chen Jing asked himself, he had always been very careful, and he did not have any conflicts with the people of Wu Village.

"How many?"

"Seven or eight, on horseback, with knives."

Chen Jing frowned and waved his hand hesitantly. Not long after, Xing Xiaojiu, a group of heroes in Zhuangzi, also grabbed his sword and rushed to Chen Jing's side.

Many times, in Chen Jing's view, low-key is king. When you accumulate wealth, you can trample this rotten order under your feet, and all problems will be solved.

But this world doesn't seem to be willing to let him sit down steadily.

"Owner, aren't we officials? Otherwise, send someone to spread the word? ”

Chen Jing shook his head. Lin Tang is also in a situation of competing for the upper reaches now, and the governor of a small county does not necessarily have much power. Even the squires in Taowei County, when he entered the office, few people visited.

This relationship, in the absence of help, Chen Jing does not want to be exposed. Of course, he didn't want this "alliance" with Lin Tang to give up halfway, and the two of them broke up depressed.

"Don't worry, ask first." Chen Jing spat out a sentence.

Not long ago, on the trail outside the Chenjia Racecourse. As Zhao San said, the figure of seven or eight horsemen ran over arrogantly.

"Who's the owner?" A young man at the head was dressed in a gorgeous robe, and his expression was full of arrogance.

Chen Jing walked out and clenched his fists.

"My name is Chen Jing, and my brother is polite."

"Bah, a dead ghost is broken, you deserve to be called a brother and sister to me? I ask you, how long have you been here? Why don't you know the number of etiquette? If you know some etiquette, you should go to Wu Village and come to worship with heavy bows. ”

Chen Jing's face was silent. A clan village that can't be beaten with eight poles, and it's seven or eight miles away, what the hell is worshipping.

The young man in the Chinese robe who was riding on the horse squinted his eyes and laughed, "That's it, I've heard someone say, how many northern horses does your Zhuangzi have, why don't you give it to me?" Make a friend with a bento, and besides, I'll pay you a hundred taels of silver—"

"Go and ask your dad for it." Chen Jing turned around coldly. The matter of this horse is related to Zhuangzi's accumulation of wealth, and he is still asking around about the south-maned horse, which is good, and a few cubs in the village dare to blackmail him.

It's true that the big weapon is clumsy, but not that any person like a dog egg can bark twice at the Chen Family Racecourse.

"Bold!" Sure enough, the young man who was the leader, his face was angry, his hands trembled, and he pointed at Chen Jing.

Behind him, the seven or eight horsemen were also so angry that they wanted to draw their swords.

The village cubs are riding only some bad horses. It's no wonder that the Yongzhou horses in the horse farm will be staring blankly.

"You messed with me, you dare to mess with me! Sooner or later, I'll smash your Zhuangzi! ”

Without Chen Jing to speak, Xing Xiaojiu scolded and walked out, finally understood some reason, and did not raise a knife to cut people, but towards the side of the path, a thick tree, after kicking a few feet, the tree broke from it.

After only being stunned for a while, the seven or eight horsemen shouted a few words unwillingly, and quickly fled.

Chen Jing sat down, his brows still furrowed. This won't be that simple, maybe these village cubs will be bad.

Lin Tang told him at the beginning that not only the gate valve family, but also these larger clan villages are not easy to mess with. But there is no way, now these Yongzhou horses are equivalent to the life of the entire Zhuangzi.

"Third Brother Zhao, go to explore the wind, remember to be careful."

"Don't worry." Zhao San hugged his fist and rode out on his horse.

……

Only at dusk, Zhao San rushed back again.

"Boss, I inquired clearly, things are a little bad...... The kid who shouted was the son-in-law of a big family in Wu Village, named Wu Dong, and after running back to the village, he begged many uncles to help them out. Later, I heard that I was going to go outside to invite someone. ”

"Someone, please?" Chen Jing's face was speechless. He doesn't want to cause trouble, but this kind of bullshit thing, like maggots attached to the bones, has been pestering him.

"The people of Wu Village have spoken, and let the owner kneel into the village and offer horses and tea, then this matter will be revealed."

"I'll give an egg."

Chen Jing saw very clearly, this matter could not be started, otherwise, in the future, Wu Village, the blood leech, would always lie on Chen Jing's horse farm, desperately sucking blood.

"Don't worry, the owner is a few people who have seen blood, it's a big deal to kill the last one, and follow the owner to the grass."

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Jing frowned. His way should not be to be a black man, nor an official career, but in this stormy dynasty, it is best to raise private soldiers and be able to support the army and respect himself...... Whether it is Mr. Big, Yuan Siqiao, or Lin Tang, they can be regarded as his investment.

Wait a minute.

Chen Jing suddenly thought of something. In his hand, there is another good thing that has not been used. But in the six southern states, he has also stayed for nearly a month, and he doesn't seem to have heard anything about it, those heroes who are clear in the west of the desert.

……

For two days, Chen Jing was cautious and did not cause any trouble. But on the third day, a large group of people suddenly came to the path outside the racecourse.

Among these people, there are not only uncles from Wu Village, several families in the city, and even invited officials and officials.

If you put it in normal times, if you want to scare a small business owner, this appearance is enough to deterrent. But in the eyes of Chenjia Racecourse, it is actually useless.

Especially Xing Xiaojiu, these heroes, were killed in the Luzhou bandit circle with a sword and a sword.

The door opened, and Chen Jing walked out.

"You are Chen Jing?" The official official put his hands behind his back, and his tone was extremely displeased, "I heard that the people from Wu Village came to your Zhuangzi that day, just passing by to ask for water, and you used a knife to hurt people?" ”

"I didn't use the knife." Chen Jing's voice was calm.

"Don't quibble, I say you use the knife, you use the knife! The evidence is conclusive, and you can't escape responsibility! The little official shouted angrily, "The master is known as the urging judge of Dengfeng City, and he has a pair of fiery eyes, how can it be wrong!" ”

This sentence made the surrounding Uncle Wu Village, as well as Wu Dong, the prodigal youths, all cheer uncontrollably.

In their opinion, the small owner of the horse farm in front of them will soon be trampled under their feet.