Song Mingyue

Chapter 12 I Can't Help My Child

Zheng Fu.

The mansion covers an area of ​​more than 300 mu. The mansion is full of courtyards and gardens, various buildings, Suzhou-Hangzhou-style garden buildings, pavilions, ponds and rocks, all beautifully scattered throughout the mansion.

Behind the central axis of the Zheng Mansion, there is a tall building, like a hall, with a large plaque on the top of the lintel, with three golden characters "Jingxin Zhai" written on it.

Inside the lobby, candles were brightly lit and surrounded by sandalwood. The statue of the Daoist Sanqing was hung on the south side, and there was an altar and incense burner below. The bronze incense burner was emitting faint sandalwood.

In the middle of the lobby, there is a white jade circle, covered with a thin layer of brocade quilt, with a sun and moon Tai Chi embroidered on the quilt.

An old man about six to seventy years old, wearing a thick silk satin blue robe, with a thin figure, is sitting on the top of the circle, with a majestic appearance of a treasure elephant, his eyes are slightly closed, and his right hand is like a withered hand. He was holding a silver pestle and gently tapping the silver pan in front of him.

This old man who looks like a fairy is none other than Zheng An, an old official of the Zheng Mansion, the grandfather of the current empress, and the ruler of the Zheng Mansion in Jiangning.

Zheng An is also considered a legend in Jiangning. He studied literature as a young man, and learned martial arts as a young man. Later, he formed the Salt Gang and became a well-educated boss of the underworld. rich.It is said that when Empress Zheng entered the palace, she was inconspicuous at first, but because Zheng An was willing to spend money to manage the palace, Empress Zheng was able to enter the eyes of the empress dowager, and gradually became favored, and eventually became the mother of a generation.So far, the Zheng Mansion has grown from rich to noble, and from noble to rich, its business is no longer limited to private salt trading, silk, satin, porcelain, restaurants, casinos, brothels... wherever there is great profit, they dabble in everything, and gradually become friends with each other. It is one of the four major houses of the body.

However, no matter how rich Zheng's mansion is, and how brilliant Zheng An is, it will never be worth the hasty time. Old Mr. Zheng, who once ruled the underworld in Jiangning, is still hale and hearty, but his temples are already pale, and his face is covered with wrinkles and age spots.

Five years ago, Zheng An gradually retreated behind the scenes, practiced "Jingxin Zhai", devoted himself to cultivating Taoism, seeking the secret of longevity, and rarely went out.However, the people in the mansion knew that as long as the old official was there for one day, he would be the master of the mansion, even Zheng Qing, the official who was in charge of the Zheng mansion in name, would not dare to disobey the old official in the slightest.

A young man in fine clothes stood beside Zheng An with low eyebrows and obedient eyes, his expression was very humble, and he didn't dare to speak out. It was Zheng Feng, who was known as the number one villain in Jiangning.

Beside him, stood another middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with the same expression of fear and sincerity.

"Your eldest son is really getting more and more promising... more than [-] people were beaten all over the floor, and the gambling house was almost smashed, but it really gave me Zheng's parents face."

Zheng An's voice was unhurried, neither hasty nor impetuous, without a trace of gunpowder, but Zheng Qing was frightened and pale when he heard it.

Zheng Qing glared at Zheng Feng viciously, and hurriedly said in a low voice: "Grandfather taught me the lesson."

"Zhao Shiyu is dull by nature, Xie Yun is just a girl, and that useless son's tossing around is just a child's play, so don't worry about it... It's just that the medicine is lost? Although there are many refugees in the city, the medicine is scarce. , are you waiting for dry food?"

Zheng An's last sentence obviously carried a deep sense of blame, which made Zheng Qing's forehead drip with sweat.

"The son of Zhao's family did something bad first, and the son has already sent people to chase him... Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Fang was killed halfway. The people in the house are not opponents at all, so he lost the medicine. Please forgive me, grandfather."

"There are more than five hundred households in the nursing home every month in the mansion. Could it be that they fed the dogs and raised a bunch of useless people, who can't even beat a wild man?" Zheng An's voice became more and more annoyed.

Zheng Qing said urgently: "That man's skills are indeed extraordinary, I'm afraid he is not under Yin Yi, my child has ordered Yin Yi to investigate, if he finds out information, he will take it and question him."

"Hmph, the Duanyang Festival is approaching. If we can't get the medicines together by then, I'll leave the affairs of the mansion to the second room."

After Zheng An finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, no longer looking at Zheng Qing and his son, but just knocked on the jade pan, as if in trance.

Zheng Qing's face became extremely pale, she pulled Zheng Feng to say goodbye, and then backed out.

He just walked to the entrance of the lobby, but was stopped by Zheng An again.

"The son of the Zhao family suddenly changed his mind and did good deeds everywhere. I'm afraid it was not a sudden whim. He must have a plan... The daughter of the Wang family is about to leave the cabinet. Feng'er and Yu'er must work hard. Whoever wins the daughter of the Wang family... I don’t need to say much.”

"Save it, kid."

After leaving Jingxinzhai, Zheng Qing finally let out a breath and unconsciously wiped off his sweat.

"Father, what if Zhao Hao still goes to the store to make trouble tomorrow?" Zheng Feng asked with lingering fear.

In the entire Jiangning City, Zheng Feng was not afraid of anything, but he was in awe of his great-grandfather Zheng An.

Zheng Qing snorted coldly, with a strange smile on his face: "Don't worry, as a father, you have your own calculations. Even if the son of the Zhao family intends to make trouble, it won't last for a few days."

After finishing speaking, his expression turned serious again, and he scolded coldly: "From now on, you must restrain your mind, study well, and stop messing around. You don't have to worry about the matter of medicine."

Zheng Feng blinked his eyes, and said with a smile: "There are so many good women in the world. How can you give up the wonderful woman in the world for the daughter of the Wang family? It's better to give it to Yudi. Why should my family fight. My son invited Lu's brother to Tianxiang Lou drinks, and asks the father to forgive the child for not being with him."

Zheng Qing was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke: "You beast, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Feng had already disappeared.

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The next day, Zhao Hao got up early as usual, and after breakfast, he said goodbye to Xie Yun and Zhao Shiyu, took Zhao Dian, Liang Lie and other house slaves, and went out in a mighty manner with a cart full of money .

Xie Yun felt much more relieved, and no longer faced the enemy like yesterday, but asked the servants to report back every hour, trying to feel at ease.

This time, Zhao Hao and his party went straight to the Dongtou market with ease and familiarity, and came to the old place where people were traded. At first glance, Zhao Hao was dumbfounded.

The open space was densely packed with people, maybe there were six or seven hundred people, and the one hundred guan coins they brought were not enough.

When he took a closer look, Zhao Hao felt annoyed.

Fuck, have you ever seen a teenager wearing a silk shirt and shaking a feather fan with a "sell yourself" sign stuck on his neck?Have you ever seen a bitter child with pink carvings and jade hair?Have you...have you ever seen someone who sells himself in a sedan chair?
Among the crowd, there are all kinds of people, except for those who are sitting on a small bench and eating melon seeds.

Real refugees, with numbness, despair and extreme hunger in their eyes, more than [-]% of people can tell at a glance that they are definitely not refugees.

Seeing Zhao Hao getting out of the warm sedan chair, the crowd on the opposite side was in an uproar, rushing towards him like a tide, but was stopped abruptly by Liang Lie and others with sticks of water and fire.

Looking at Zhao Dian who was not far away from him, Zhao Hao felt a little relieved.

Seeing the real and fake refugees, Zhao Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

The thing about love taking advantage of small things is the same in ancient and modern times. Every nation has its bad roots. The bad roots of the Chinese nation are that they are too smart, especially a lot of petty cleverness.

"Young master, my baby hasn't eaten for three days. I beg you to buy him so that I can find a place to eat."

"Young Master Zhao, buy my kid, as long as you give him a bowl of rice, he won't starve to death."

"This girl is good at singing and dancing. If you buy her to be your own servant girl, you will definitely not lose money."

……

Facing the chaotic crowd, Zhao Hao remained motionless, his eyes wandered through the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on a five or six-year-old boy.

I saw that little boy was born with red lips and white teeth, pink and jade-carved, and his skin was white, tender and clean. Although he was covered with an old cloth shirt, the silk shirt was exposed inside, and most importantly, he was wearing a pair of brand new satin powder under his feet. riding boots.

What's even more funny is that there are two or three burly men around him. Although they are also dressed in shabby clothes, they clearly reveal a sense of bravery.

“郑越，武力：3；智力：15；政治：8；统率：5；健康值：91；对宿主好感度：30。”

After inquiring about the little boy's attributes, Zhao Hao's mind instantly understood, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck you, the Zheng family really knows how to play. I really can't bear to let the child not be caught by the wolf. The master is an idiot.

He slowly raised his hand and hooked his fingers at the little boy.

The little boy had long been eager to try, and as soon as he saw Zhao Hao stretching out his hand, he immediately jumped up and down, and ran to Zhao Hao's face with joy.

The big man who was following him already showed an uneasy expression, but the little poor boy showed an innocent expression, his eyes blinked non-stop, and his voice seemed pitiful: "Young master, please do me a favor, I'll take you three days later." I haven't eaten, my stomach hurts from hunger, buy me... Ouch, my stomach hurts from hunger, woo woo woo..."

Zhao Hao felt a chill in his heart, pointing to the man in green beside him and asked, "That man Wu, is this your son?"

The man in Tsing Yi hesitated for a moment, glanced at the little boy in embarrassment, and then nodded his head with difficulty.

Zhao Hao smiled slightly, and asked again: "How much do you want to sell?"

The man hesitated for a while, looked at the hopeful eyes of the poor boy, finally gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty guan."

As soon as the words fell, the little poor boy smiled like a dog.

Zhao Hao also smiled, smiling like a spring flower blooming: "Okay, deal, take twenty pieces!"

Soon, Li Hong and several slaves took twenty pennies from the carriage and handed them to the man in blue. The man had a premonition that his feelings were wrong, but he had no choice but to carry on with the heavy strings of money, two hundred catties of money. The body is full, and the body is a little unstable.

Zhao Hao pointed at the smug little boy, and shouted in a deep voice: "Person and money are both settled, take them back to the house!"

The fat slave Liang Lie immediately picked up the little boy like an eagle catching a chicken.

In an instant, the expressions of the man in Tsing Yi and the two men not far from him changed drastically.

At the same time, the little boy turned pale with fright, and it took him a long time to react. His two short legs kicked in the air, and he cried loudly: "You lied, you clearly said that you only want to reward money!" Don't want people."

The three men finally understood, and the man in green wore a mournful face, and handed over the twenty coins respectfully: "My lord, forgive me, the grass-roots are reluctant to part with my son, so I won't sell it."

Zhao Hao laughed heartily, but with a vicious look on his face, he said in a deep voice, "The transaction has been completed, how can there be any reason to go back on it? Take it back to the house quickly, put it in the dog pen and lock it up for three days. Only feed dog food!"

While speaking, Liang Lie had already stuffed the crying little boy into the carriage.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three of them hurriedly threw the big money in their hands on the ground, and all rushed towards the carriage.

bang bang bang~
Zhao Dian jumped up and stood in front of the three of them. He kicked the three of them so that they fell on their backs.

The three of them got up and rushed towards the carriage like crazy, and then they were kicked to the ground by Zhao Dian, three times in a row.

Finally, the three of them knew that there was no hope of saving others, so they got up staggeringly and rushed towards the west of the city.

After such a commotion, the originally bustling group of "refugees" ran away by 70 to [-]%, leaving only [-] to [-] people.

This is a real refugee, with a look of extreme hunger in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)