Confused Escort Confused Account

As the snow fell more heavily, and the weather became colder every day, the city of Dunhuang was full of excitement.

This kind of liveliness has not been seen for a long time. After several wars, the old city has already shown signs of decay. Every year in the severe cold months, many people move with their families, and fewer and fewer residents stay in the city, covered by snow. The streets are getting deserted.However, this winter started very unusually. Every day, people came from all directions, pouring into the city in groups, even the guards guarding the city were amazed.

Most of these people are vulgar quacks, like the wind blowing in the dust, like wine poured into a dirty altar, they quickly invaded the streets and alleys of Dunhuang.The hustle and bustle in the inn and wine shop was several times higher than usual, full of guests of unknown origin, menacing faces, and swords.Most of them are clinkingly poor, but they spend a lot, and they regard rules and regulations as nothing.If it weren't for the gifts they received, these shops would have closed down.

The people who donated gifts to these stores said this-the expenses for welcoming guests in recent days are all out of the gift money. If the cash is not enough, first write down the account and ask for it later. In exchange, the guests who come to the store If you want meat, you will be satisfied.

These gifts of silver were naturally sent from the Yuan Mansion.

The gift of silver is naturally the Young Master's idea, and the servants of the Yuan Mansion can only do so, but move out the entire savings in their own treasury to give to others, no matter who is doing this kind of thing, they will inevitably be soft-handed of.

Director Jia was especially flustered, and asked more than once: "Master, are you really going to give away so much silver for no reason?"

Yan Wuhua said flatly: "You just listen to my arrangement, don't worry too much, these silver taels are definitely not sent out for no reason, the loss at this time is nothing more than Zizhu, and it will be doubled back soon."

Manager Jia had no choice but to follow his arrangements.In the past few days, not only the street, but even the outside of Yuan's mansion is full of people, guests from all over come to visit, Yan Wuhua treats them with the courtesy of a superior guest, regardless of the size of the sect or the status of the family.

Director Jia's account books already have many names of all kinds. In his opinion, there are a lot of people in the world, and many of them are not worth making friends with.

After Master Yuan was murdered, he felt more and more incomprehensible to the young master's thoughts.The only thing that is certain is that the Yuan Mansion is indeed very different from the past.

While Manager Jia was busy counting the money and counting the bills, Zhao Shitu and Ming Yuezhu were sitting in the restaurant drinking.

Zhao Shitu looked around and sighed: "Since I came back from Xingyuan Mansion, this is the first time I have seen such a lively scene."

Ming Yuezhu took a sip of her wine and said, "Including us, the restaurant has already waived the drinks for seven tables one after another. If a restaurant has such a lavish ostentation, it's hard to think it will be prosperous."

Zhao Shitu withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "It's a pity that wine shops can't always be rich, unless they hit the God of Wealth."

Ming Yuezhu said: "It seems that the God of Wealth surnamed Yan is really powerful."

Zhao Shitu said: "Even for the Yuan family, this money is not a small amount. Brother Yan's willingness to spend money to entertain guests from all over the world is also out of kindness."

Ming Yuezhu said: "Although the amount of money is large, the benefits will never be small. It seems that the God of Wealth's skill in winning people's hearts is even better than winning over money."

Her words are indeed true, and now in the streets and alleys of Dunhuang, Yan Wuhua's name is accompanied by a good reputation.As the saying goes, people who eat others are soft-spoken, and others are short-handed. Although Jiang Hu people are vulgar, they pay attention to humaneness. After being treated generously, they will naturally say less unpleasant words, and replace them with good words, which are enough to wash away the bad reputation of illegitimate children.

Although silver is precious, fame is hard to buy.

Although Zhao Shitu understood these truths, he was unwilling to judge others with malice. He defended himself by saying: "Brother Yan cares about the safety of the martial arts world. It is really admirable to stand up at the cusp of the storm. A person like him shouldn't be punished. Due to his background, all the previous rumors are nothing but prejudice. Now that his reputation has been rectified, wouldn't it be a good thing."

Ming Yuezhu shook her head, stopped arguing with him, just concentrated on drinking.

There is a wooden stage in the back of the restaurant. Not long after, there was the sound of tapping the feet on the stage, presumably the storyteller came on stage to perform.

Ming Yuezhu wasn't interested in listening to the story, and since the two of them were near the door, not a short distance from the stage, she didn't pay much attention.Zhao Shitu tilted his ears and held his head, listening with gusto.

Not long after, Zhao Shitu turned serious, straightened his back, and said seriously: "Azhu, did you hear what that man said?"

Mingyuezhu noticed that his expression was unwell, so she pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the content on the stage. After a while, she also showed a surprised expression.

The storyteller was actually talking about the experience of the Escort Bureau outwitting Kunwu Sword.

"...That Zhao Biaotou is young, but resourceful, unruffled, and saved himself from danger many times. I just said that he was caught in a treacherous scheme, was imprisoned unjustly, and almost lost his life..."

The storyteller on the stage spoke vividly, adding fuel and jealousy at key points from time to time, and the people in the audience listened with great interest, as if they were in the scene, willing to be hung up on their appetites.

Of course, the storyteller has not really experienced these things, he just retells the stories told by other people, and the reason why he can retell them so vividly is because someone has revealed the whole process to him in detail.

Zhao Shitu wondered: "This storyteller was arranged by Brother Yan, right..."

Ming Yuezhu rolled his eyes at him: "Otherwise, could it be arranged by Shangguan?"

In Zhao Shitu's mind, the appearance of Shangguanqing's face stern, and his flat and monotonous tone declaring the subject, he burst out laughing: "Of course not."

This time he couldn't laugh for too long, because the wind in the restaurant suddenly changed, the storyteller put down his ruler, and the focus of everyone's eyes also changed direction.

People's eyes suddenly focused on him, scorching him like fire, which made him feel awkward instinctively.

A voice came from the crowd: "Look, that person in white and holding a paper fan is Zhao Biaotou himself?"

"That's right, it's him, I just saw him come out of Yuan Mansion."

Zhao Shitu immediately twirled his fingers, gathered the paper fan, hid it back in his sleeve, turned up his clothes at the same time, got up and planned to leave the table.

It's a pity that it was too late, before he could reach the door, he was surrounded by a crowd, unable to move any more.

"Boss Zhao, how did you escape from the prison?"

"Then the martial arts of the Yashamen are really that strong? How did you feel when you fought against them?"

"Where did you learn the kung fu on the paper fan? Can you enlighten me?"

Zhao Shitu only felt that something was wrong, so he turned his head in a daze, and asked his companion for help with his eyes.

But his eyes were lost, Ming Yuezhu had already slipped out of the crowd, leaning against the door, watching him from a distance.