Great Wei Nengchen

The old butler left again, on his way back to his hometown in Ji County, with dozens of jars of 'no worries wine' given by Master Ninth, saying that he would give the owner Liang Wanwan a taste; on the way back, the old butler thought silently: "Good luck! It is a person's greatest ability, and there is another name for luck-destiny! Master Ninth has noble people to help him, just like a little carp that has to face the wind and clouds, gradually turning into a dragon, the Liang family may be in the future. The young master has the final say..."

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In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of the year. Manager Liang gave all the restaurant staff a holiday, and each of them received a big red envelope. Amidst the sound of gratitude, they went home to reunite with their relatives for the New Year. Now there are only three people left in the "Wushouju", Ma Liu is practicing guns in the snow outside, seeing that the guns are denser than the snowflakes flying in the sky, like a flying silver dragon, and the moves are murderous Diffuse, while Xiao Yi and Liang Xiaoyu are sitting in Wushouju and counting the harvest of the past few months together.

Three people, one has a home but cannot return, the other has a broken home, and the last one doesn't know where his home is...

It was said that there were two people counting the accounts, but in fact Liang Xiaoyu was holding the account book alone, holding a big gold abacus and working hard on the calculations. There were many numbers on the thick account book, and he let his ten short fingers dial the beads quickly, It was still very difficult, but Xiao Yi was sitting on the grand master's chair designed by himself, wearing a wolf fur cloak, holding a wine glass, and roasting lamb legs on the charcoal fire in front of him, life was so leisurely...

Speaking of this wolf fur cloak, it was the one killed by Xiao Yi. The black wolf was originally the wolf king in the nearby mountains, and he often brought wolves down the mountain to endanger humans and animals, so the nearby hunters surrounded and suppressed the wolves for several times. Months later, after paying the price of more than a dozen human lives, they were finally shot and killed. Only the black wolf king ran out of the encirclement with injuries due to his bravery, but he did not expect to die under Xiao Yi's sharp teeth in the end. .

Every time he touches the black wolf's skin, Xiao Yi can always relive the passion of life and death, and under the stimulation of this passion, Xiao Yi will feel that his body is full of strength, and his whole body will become more fierce and powerful !Life and death are the greatest spurs for people!

The current Xiao Yi is also quite wealthy, but he never carries money on him. Every time he checks out for shopping, he takes out a pen and paper, and writes out some secret words that only he and Liang Xiaoyu can read, like ghostly symbols. Then merchants can take this piece of paper and go to the 'Worryless Residence' to exchange it for real gold and silver!

Later, seeing the convenience of using paper to checkout, many merchants followed suit, and a remittance financial system centered on "Wuyouju" gradually emerged, which made Liang Xiaoyu pay homage to Xiao Yi again, because he I really don't understand why Xiao Yi can exchange a large amount of goods with a piece of paper with his own signature. For this, Xiao Yi just told him the word "financial credit" and warned him not to imitate it now. , otherwise it will go bankrupt.

Seeing that the shopkeeper Liang took two full hours to finish the calculation of the accounts, and was about to re-check the accounts for the second time... In order to avoid mistakes in the accounts, the businessman often double-checked the accounts several times, or used several accountants to calculate the same account at the same time.

Xiao Yi snatched the ledger, picked up the pen and paper, and began to scribble on the paper with some strange symbols. The pages of the ledger were turned quickly. Walked out of the restaurant.

The shopkeeper Liang took the answer thrown by Xiao Yi and compared it with the one he had calculated in two hours just now. Looking at the back of walking out of the restaurant, he looked at the account book in his hand, "Maybe go up the mountain to become a Taoist priest?" It's not impossible..."

Sitting on the highest point of the Crouching Tiger Pavilion, admiring the lights of thousands of families on New Year's Eve, "The people around me are either at home for the festival, or they can't go home for the time being, only myself, although the world is big, where is my hometown? "

When the moon rises, there are bursts of strange singing from the roof of the "Wushouju" restaurant:

不 要 问 我 哪里 来

我 的 故乡 在 远方

为什么 流浪

Wandering far away..."

27. Chapter 27 Zimu Gongzi's Conspiracy

When the coldest winter comes, then spring is not far away. Sure enough, as the thick ice layer on the Panlong River begins to thaw and break slowly, when the first grass on Crouching Tiger Mountain reveals its sharp tender When the buds bloom, spring comes; and when the beautiful flowers bloom in the warm spring breeze, those snakes and scorpions hidden in the dark depths slowly crawl out of their caves...

Since the opening of the "Wushouju" in the Crouching Tiger Pavilion, the business has been booming. Thanks to this shareholder style, the whole "Crouching Tiger Pavilion" has undergone great changes.

As more and more merchants come to 'Wuchouju' to buy wine, vendors from all walks of life gather here, and a considerable-scale trading market has formed outside the east gate of the town.With more people, there are more opportunities to make money. A series of chain industries such as inns, restaurants, and foot shops have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. As long as they are diligent and able to endure hardships and stand hard work, almost all the people in Crouching Tiger Pavilion can find work. .

At the end of last year, everyone had a good year, put on the long-lost new clothes, and there was wine and meat on the dinner table. There were smiles on the faces of adults and children; In the Taoist temple, they gave the Taishang Laojun a big tribute of three animals, saying that they were grateful for the protection of the gods, but all the grateful eyes turned to Xiao Yi, the little Taoist priest. Everyone knows that this is what brought about earth-shaking changes in their lives. people.

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In the Panlong Pavilion on the south bank of the river, Mr. Zimu is sitting in the lobby very unhappy, drinking one cup after another, Wushoujiu!Gold, silver and wealth are touching!Seeing "Wuchouju" making a lot of money every day, his eyes were red with excitement. In order to find a way to deal with Crouching Tiger Pavilion, in line with the principle of knowing himself and the enemy, he sent out his most trusted "Big Intestine Steward" Inquire about news.

At dusk, the "Big Intestine Steward" who had been out for a day came back. His fat body was covered with sweat, and he ran to Mr. Zimu, hissing and panting. He never let go of the opportunity to show his merits in front of his master.

"My lord, the young one came back from Crouching Tiger Pavilion. I have found out the details of 'Wuyouju'. The owner of the restaurant is surnamed Liang, and his name is Xiaoyu; he is the ninth young master of Liang's family in Ji County. He has been in Crouching Tiger Pavilion for several years. I have been running a small tavern for several years, and the business is bleak; but since last winter, I don’t know where I got this recipe for Wushou wine, and the business has exploded, and now it is really making money!” Zhu Dachang Before he was out of breath, he began to introduce the results of his day's research.

"Can you find out the secret recipe? Or let someone surnamed Liang cooperate with us at the Panlong Pavilion?" Hearing the words 'Jixian Liang's family', Mr. Zimu's eyes flickered for a while, obviously he also had deep scruples.

"Going back to my son, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. The young one also wanted to try to get the secret recipe, but the 'Wushouju' is heavily guarded. All the production processes are carried out in the backyard. The walls around the courtyard are high. They couldn't get in, and the buddies couldn't buy them off. They were all locals of Crouching Tiger Pavilion, and the five of them protected each other and monitored each other, so there was no way to start.

As for cooperation...it's also difficult!Now the business of 'Wuchouju' is booming, and the person surnamed Liang has the Liang family in Ji County as his backer.

But! ... I heard from a few merchants outside the Great Wall that this Wushou House has another boss besides Liang Xiaoyu; it's just that this boss almost never shows up, but there are gossip that the secret recipe of Wushou Wine is This person took it out. "

"Can you find out the whereabouts of this behind-the-scenes boss?" Hearing this, Mr. Zimu's peach blossom eyes widened suddenly, as if he had found the key to the problem.

"I don't have any clues, I just heard that he is a little Taoist priest, and the guise of 'three bowls don't cross the river!' is his handwriting. Besides, young master, you can look at this again." He took out a small axe, handed it to Mr. Zimu with both hands, and pointed to the handle of the axe.

Mr. Zimu took the ax and took a closer look. There was a clear mark of a bull's head on the bottom of the handle. Looking at the blade of the ax again, it was gleaming with cold light, obviously extremely sharp; 'The short knife also has a clear bull's head logo on the handle, which is exactly the same as the one on the axe. Obviously, the two are made by the same craftsman.

"Where did you get it?" Mr. Zimu was also shocked by this unexpected discovery.

"Back to my son, it's in the Crouching Tiger Pavilion; it's the craftsmanship of the Niu's blacksmith shop. The blacksmith's name is Niu Hong. He moved here a few years ago, brought a son and a nephew, and has been making a living by blacksmithing. This Niu blacksmith His craftsmanship is superb, and the iron tools he makes are well received by neighbors and towns; but I heard that in recent months, his son and nephew have gotten very close to a little Taoist priest on Crouching Tiger Mountain."

"It's a Taoist priest again! Could it be that there is some connection between the two?" Mr. Zimu thought to himself.

I don’t know about this small one. I heard that there is a small Taoist temple on Crouching Tiger Mountain. There is only one old Taoist cultivator in it. He often treats the poor ghosts around him and delivers medicine. The Taoist name is "Chuchenzi". Send someone to investigate further, Zhu Dachang bowed and said.

"Okay, you did a good job. Send more people to the Crouching Tiger Pavilion and investigate carefully. If there is any trouble, report it to me immediately; okay, go down and rest!" Mr. Zimu waved his hand casually.

"Yes, young master, I will leave!" Zhu Dachang walked out of the lobby step by step.

After thinking about it carefully and sorting out his thoughts, Mr. Zimu always felt that there was some connection between the two, but he couldn't get in. After drinking the last sip of wine in the glass, he stood up and walked towards the inner house .

In the main room at the back of the inner house lived Zimu Gongzi's father, the nominal head of the family, who had been suffering from old illness and bedridden all day long. A few dozen steps away from the main room, he could smell a strong The taste of soup and medicine; it can be seen that the old owner is almost soaked in the medicine jar.

Entering the room, the smell of soup and medicine became stronger. An old man in his early fifties was lying on the luxuriously decorated bed. His hair was already gray, his forehead was tightly wrapped with a cloth strip, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and he was emaciated. Obviously suffering from illness, although it is already warm spring, his body is still covered with a thick leather quilt, and there are two little maids serving him carefully with soup and medicine.

There were two people standing beside the bed, a young woman with a seven- or eight-year-old girl; the woman was very beautiful, as the saying goes; her eyebrows were like willow leaves in early spring, her face was like a peach blossom in March, and a lotus in clear water. The figure, coupled with the unique charm of a young woman, makes people look at it in a daydream; at least every time Mr. Zimu sees it, he will feel blood rushing all over his body..., and the little girl who is snuggling next to her is even more beautiful. Similarly, she combed her hair with horns in a double bun, and wore a long-lived jade pendant around her neck, which is obviously of great value. Although she is still young, it can be expected that she will definitely be an alluring beauty when she grows up.

This woman is none other than the old patriarch's niece, Mr. Zimu's cousin, who is one year younger than him. Eight years ago, she married into the wealthy Guo family in Jingzhou. Her husband Guo Yong is now the prefect of Jingzhou Nanjun. Panlong Pavilion came to visit relatives.

Mrs. Guo brought her daughter to pay respects to her seriously ill uncle, that's why she met Mr. Zimu, and they chatted for a while, knowing that Mr. Zimu must have something to discuss when he came, Mrs. Guo politely resigned.

When he came to his father's bed, Gongsun Zimu said a few important things that happened in Zhuangzi recently, and then stood respectfully by the bedside and listened to his father's admonition. He is vicious and vicious, but he is an out-and-out filial son!

"Xun'er! (Master Zimu's name: Gongsun Xun, courtesy name Zimu.) You are extremely intelligent, both civil and military. I entrust Panlongting to you to take care of it. I am very relieved to be a father, but your thoughts are too big and too big. Wild! Now that the world is chaotic and wars are raging everywhere, the Gongsun family is a powerful place, so it’s good to be able to barely protect itself, don’t get involved in the game of those big forces, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be smashed to pieces!” Said At this point, the old Patriarch coughed again and again...

Zimu hurriedly helped the servant girl to comfort her father, nodded respectfully and said: "My child, remember!"

Why!Knowing the son is like the father, knowing that his son is a man with great ambitions and unwilling to live a mediocre life, it is useless to say too much. After finally getting over it, the old Patriarch continued to say, "Xun'er! Although you have 17 rooms Concubine, but there is no child, there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no offspring is the greatest! If you can’t see the family’s follow-up cigarettes, even if your father dies, you will have no face to see the spirits of your ancestors in heaven!”

Speaking of this, Mr. Zimu suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Over the years, he was obsessed with female sex, and he took 17 concubines in a row. He cut him down suddenly, but not only did he not give birth to a child, but he made his body weak, and he even had to die. Do not rely on the medicine of tigers and wolves.

"The night is getting dark, father, please rest at ease, the child is leaving!" After saying that, Mr. Zimu quickly turned around and left this embarrassing place for him. His family knows his own affairs, and alcohol and sex are like drugs. Once you become obsessed, How could it be easy to get rid of it!

"How about going to spend the night with that concubine tonight? Or call a few more..."

Thinking of his concubines who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, Mr. Zimu hesitated and walked to his bedroom, where there was warm bath water waiting for him, and there was also a huge warm bed...

28. Chapter 28 Liang Wanwan's Calculation

Youzhou Government - Ji County, south of the city, in a tall and luxurious courtyard, Liang Wanwan, the most powerful local tycoon, is drinking and having fun in his garden. He is dressed in a light blue robe and looks gentle and elegant. Callouses, it can be seen that the head of the Liang family is not an ordinary businessman with no power to restrain the chicken. His waist is still straight and his eyes are as sharp as a knife. up.

The wine is good wine, it is like a knife in the throat, it is extremely sweet, and it turns into bursts of warmth in the stomach, making people extremely comfortable. There is an exquisite wine jar on the table, and the red label clearly says With three big characters --- Wushoujiu!

The red charcoal fire on the side is burning vigorously, and a fat and tender lamb cake is rolling and grilling on it. From time to time, rich fat will fall, causing bursts of light blue flames. Looking at Patriarch Liang's reddish face and belt Khan's temples had obviously drunk a lot, and the two beautiful young maids beside him added meat and poured wine for him from time to time, making him feel as comfortable as a fairy...

Liquor, fat sheep, beautiful girls; this is Liang Wanwan's daily life. On the surface, he doesn't know how many men he envies to death, but the real taste in it, ha ha!Like a person who drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold!

In this age when people live to fifty, it is reasonable to say that Liang Wanwan should eat vegetarian food and drink tea to maintain his health, but he can't. The Liang family has no successors. Although there are many sons, there is no one. One can support this huge family business in this cunning and troubled world, so he wants to use strong wine and fat sheep to declare to everyone that his body is still strong and his fighting spirit is still high; because Liang Wanwan deeply I really know that as long as he shows a trace of fatigue, the other powerful families will pounce on him like a pack of wild dogs, devouring all the scum of the Liang family...