Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

After all, it is usually the apprentice who honors the master. In order to keep the bicycle, it seems that the matter of borrowing money and food must be avoided by Lao Yi's wife, who is trying to get the two wild children away...

Zhang Xingwang and Liu Haizhong also heard the whole story from Aunt Guan. Aunt Guan had completely lost her calm and composed demeanor, and her entire appearance could only be described as helpless.

Liu Haizhong got more and more excited the more he listened, and said with a smug look on his face that he had many more disciples than Yi Zhonghai, and all of them were more promising than Jia Dongxu. Not to mention his own subsidies, even being late during festivals was not allowed.

Looking at Liu Haizhong, whose thoughts were at a loss, Zhang Xingwang felt that he was indeed confused for discussing with this old Tibetan fox. Looking at Yi Tian, ​​who was standing on tiptoe to wipe Aunt Guan's tears, he helplessly analyzed the situation for Aunt Guan:

"You don't have anything to worry about. Maintaining the status quo is fine. The Jia family is facing a food problem. If your wife insists on helping you, you can't stop her. Anyway, your Master Yi has a high salary and you can afford to support him. There's no need to fall out with him. At most, you can just give trouble to whoever lends money to you."

Looking at Aunt Guan's thoughtful eyes, Zhang Xingwang secretly admired her. She was originally a good-natured old lady, but now she has completely turned into a strong woman who is a good mother.

It is estimated that Yi Zhonghai will have a completely bad time now. Although his wife still has no opinion, she insists on listening to advice for the sake of the children. Don't say that Aunt Guan is not good at her methods and not smart, but she is idle and devotes herself to one thing all day long. I'm afraid that this time the Jia family will be in trouble.

Zhang Xingwang also sighed secretly. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to keep a long-term meal ticket for his two children, he would have hinted to Sha Zhu about He Daqing's money transfer and taken Yi Zhonghai away as a result.

After Zhang Xingwang went out, he said something to his fourth sister who suddenly appeared, and then left. The grandson who was in charge yesterday brought a letter saying that today was the full moon night.

Zhang Xingwang had already arrived at the courtyard. It was still early in the morning. He had just unloaded the things in the space when the manager appeared with a few familiar guys.

Looking at the piles of grain and grapes, the manager was in a daze for a long time. The servile smile on his face slowly faded away. After making a rough estimate, he pulled Zhang Xingwang out and said that the Third Master was waiting for him in the Pigeon Market.

The posture of running with legs crossed was simply unbearable to watch. After they were far away, the person in charge slowed down and smiled again.

When we arrived at the courtyard of Geshi, Uncle San seemed to be smoking leisurely, but his eyes were obviously empty.

The steward heaved a sigh of relief when he entered the room, and said to the Third Master seriously:

"Today we have more than 3500 kilograms of grain, and I estimate there are to kilograms of grapes."

The Third Master was choked and coughed for a long time before he recovered. He looked at Zhang Xingwang in surprise, then snorted coldly and said loudly with a stern face:

"Although you are the disciple of the Eight-Armed Arhat, this is after all the Emperor's feet. I don't want the Fourth Lady to become a widow so early."

Zhang Xingwang finally reacted, and looking at the two brothers singing the same tune, he replied helplessly:

"Didn't I tell you the approximate number before? Has something changed or has someone checked it out?"

After hearing this, the Third Master frowned and looked up at the sky, with an unfathomable look, as if he was thinking about something. The manager on the side managed to maintain a flattering smile and said earnestly:

"Master Wu, you probably haven't been out much these past two days, have you? The market outside is in a mess now. Before, we thought that only the capital was hit by the disaster, but we just found out these past two days that the whole country is not well. You know how much the quota has been reduced this time.

In just one or two days, not to mention the grain sellers, even the vegetable sellers are almost gone.”

The Third Master came back to his senses at this moment, staring at Zhang Xingwang intently, and said in a hoarse voice with a calm expression:

"People will starve to death next month. Next time, put your things down and leave immediately..."

After saying this, the Third Master turned around and walked out the door, leaning against an old tree in the yard and lighting a pot of tobacco. The steward smiled and agreed:

"You must know what the Third Master said. We are both experienced people. Selling food like this in a disaster year will definitely be targeted. It's better for you not to go there if you can. People won't care whether your background is legitimate or not. Some people are not good to the outside world, but they are dark to themselves..."

"Sixth Master, I understand what you are saying. Third Master seems to be in a bad mood. You should go over and try to persuade him!"

"Third Master, you don't understand. He is hiding from you because he is worried about what he will do if you call for dinner. Third Master has hidden the pot in a safe place. He said he will wait for Fourth Miss to come back before cooking. He is worried about using the pot if Fourth Miss is not around."

"Third Master, you are being a little disrespectful, calling me Fourth Miss all the time. Who are you two really in league with?"

Seeing that the steward didn't answer, Zhang Xingwang recalled the Third Master's craftsmanship, went out and carried a silly roe deer back, and threw it into the yard. The Third Master under the tree twitched his eyes, but he couldn't help but walked over to observe the silly roe deer.

Pushing away the steward whose teeth were exposed, the Third Master looked at the silly roe deer on the ground and then at Zhang Xingwang. His eyes flickered and he looked as if he had spent half an hour to find the toilet. He said contentedly:

"This time I met someone who is very particular. Although there is no head, you can tell at a glance that the prey was killed with one strike before it noticed. The subsequent bleeding was also very particular..."

After finishing his comments, the Third Master turned his head away, swallowed quietly, and then continued quietly:

"Although it seems that they were not attacked by the same person, they both ran equally fast!"

Seeing the Third Master go to get the pot after he finished speaking, the manager's smile became even brighter. The manager didn't care how fast the hunter ran, but asked expectantly:

"Fifth Master, we all get a share of this thing. After all, it's a rare thing. I guess there are only a few of them in the entire capital. Can you keep half for us this time? The price is negotiable."

After getting Zhang Xingwang's affirmative answer, the manager immediately crossed his legs and ran out of the yard carrying the silly roe deer. In just the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the manager came back.

After all, he was a very particular person. He told Zhang Xingwang that the things had already been weighed. There were a total of 3500 kilograms of grain, 750 kilograms of grapes, and 16 kilograms of half a roe deer. Seeing Zhang Xingwang nodding indifferently, the manager felt a little depressed, thinking that the grain would probably just be passed through the hands of the Fifth Master, and his share must be very small.

Then he solemnly told Zhang Xingwang not to go there unless notified by his grandson.

After this place is used up, we will have to change it next time. We can only judge whether this business can be done when we start tomorrow. Moreover, the time for unloading the goods this time may take a long time. I repeatedly told him not to trust anyone except the two brothers. When we met at the unloading place and talked to him alone, I knew he was an old hand as soon as I heard him.