Dressed as a sickly villain and survived by farming

"My lord is really smart, I just caught one, do you want to have a look?"

Seeing that the person he caught was not an ordinary person, Yan Ji gritted his teeth and refused to reveal a word.

Duan Rongshu readily agreed, "Okay." He wanted to see who was going to steal the "Golden Kela".

The thief who was caught was also unlucky. When several people went to open the fermentation cover of the storage, they were immediately attacked by the smell.

The guard saw that he was beating with a big broom, but accidentally dropped the broom into the fermentation pit next to it, and then swung it hard --- the goddess scattered flowers.

The others ran into the river, and the remaining unlucky guy was blinded by the indescribable.

When Duan Rongshu passed by, this big grievance was still tied up by the river, and it looked like he had been washed, but no one approached him within ten meters.

Duan Rongshu covered his nose with a handkerchief, frowned and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing stealing excrement?"

Duan Rongshu didn't say anything after hearing this man, he must have a master.

The man turned his head away and let out a "hum".It seems very uncooperative, and I want to drag it for a while.

He had disgust on his face and contempt in his eyes, as if he looked down on this frail little boy and Yan Ji, thinking he had invited some powerful people.

Just when Yan Ji wanted to ask if he wanted to use torture, Duan Rongshu sneered.

"Come on, this strong man is thirsty. Go and bring two buckets to quench his thirst."

The big resentment stared at Duan Rongshu with wide eyes, he didn't expect that this little boy would have such a sinister plan instead of extorting a confession through torture.

Seeing a few servants squinting their eyes, as if they were smoked, they carried up two buckets of rice paddy, and the scoop in their hands was bigger than his face.

Duan Rongshu covered his eyes with his hands, as if he couldn't bear to look directly, he said politely, "Please use it slowly."

Seeing that the ladle was about to reach his mouth, the strong man of resentment had a ferocious face, as if recalling the familiar taste, he was no longer reserved, "I say! I say! Ugh..."

Duan Rongshu stopped them with a wave of his hand, but he didn't let them take it away. Don't say anything, he pretended to be serious. Two buckets were placed in front of the strong man of hatred, as if he had to use it slowly if he didn't say anything.

The strong man of resentment didn't make any more unnecessary struggles, and tearfully said that he was Kang Wang's man.

Duan Rongshu was stunned, thinking: This is dandruff that can't be washed off, why don't you go back and wash your hair?

The strong man of resentment continued, "We are just sent by His Highness to ask Mr. Duan to catch up on the old days. We are curious... and then we will take a look."

Reminisce?That was wild enough.

Duan Rongshu chuckled, "Are you sure you weren't sent to kill me?"

Before he could explain, Duan Rongshu waved his palm inward, "Drink, if you can't drink, take it with you."

Then he ignored the "gurgling" sound, turned around and walked back with Yan Ji.

Yan Ji was filled with admiration for his rough manipulation, thinking that he could learn from it when encountering enemy detectives in the future.

"Aren't you going to ask again, my lord?"

Duan Rongshu shook his head, "I'm just following orders."

Kang Wang must know that Duan Rongshu was originally under the command of Ning Wang, and he wanted to kidnap him, presumably he was very confident that he would obey him, and would not take the responsibility of kidnapping the imperial court official.

"I will go to the palace tomorrow."

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Mo Liu reported on the cotton, and especially listened to Yan Ji's entrustment, and vigorously described the use of cotton to keep warm.

Zhao Huai immediately thought of the cold disaster in his previous life, as well as the enemy's invasion, frostbite of border guards and heavy losses.

But he also learned that Duan Rongshu didn't bother with his fields, and kept them for himself.

"Then go buy it, is there still a national boundary?"

Mo Liu explained, "Master Duan's uncle has already bought almost all of them."

Thinking of Yan Ji's words again, "Lord Duan will come tomorrow." The word "come" is accentuated, as if asking him to seize the opportunity.

Zhao Huai's eyes flashed, "Come to touch porcelain?"

"A feces thief was caught in Huangzhuang, who seems to be sent by His Royal Highness Kang Wang to kidnap Lord Duan."

Zhao Huai listened to Mo Liu's narration of the scene, with a strong sense of the picture.

Hearing that Duan Rongshu was going to enter the palace, Zhao Huai's expression was gloomy.

He wants to see what this 'he' is going to do now.