Infrastructure Throne

No matter which world you are in, gossip will always be a common hobby of the people.

Shen Qingze's ambiguous words changed the direction of the wind suddenly. Reminiscent of Boss Mo's hand holding and whispering just now, the simple onlookers planted the wings of imagination in their brains, and began to condemn the seemingly Boss Mo with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes.

The latter was like yellow mud falling off his crotch, and he couldn't argue with it. Even the two guys in his own iron shop showed shocked eyes.

And the instigator who made Boss Mo's reputation for being murdered was tidying up his stall without any shame, unloading the billboard and putting it into the cart, ready to slip away.

Before leaving, Shen Qingze didn't even forget to walk up to the tall and burly man on the iron tower, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Why?" The strong man in the iron tower stared vigilantly, subconsciously took half a step back, and distanced himself from the opponent, as if he was afraid of being touched.

"Please pay." Shen Qingze gestured to the packaged ironware with his eyes, "There are 39 silver coins in total, which have already been discounted, thank you for your patronage."

The strong man in the iron tower was shocked. After all this, this kid still doesn't forget to do business!

Boss Mo suppressed his anger under his gloomy brows, and the fat on his face was trembling: "What nonsense were you talking about just now?! I obviously didn't say that to you... unbearable foul language!"

Shen Qingze raised his eyebrows: "Then you say what you said to me just now in front of everyone?"

"I..." Boss Mo choked. After all, he was concerned about the reputation of his shop for many years, so he could only curse in a low voice, "I don't know what's good!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Qingze nodded immediately: "Well, you know yourself well."

Boss Mo choked on his throat and almost couldn't lift it up: "...I'm scolding you!"

Shen Qingze ignored the other party's cursing, spread his hands out, magnanimous and calm: "Although you don't know what's good and what's wrong, but business is business, I'm still willing to give you a chance."

Boss Mo laughed back angrily: "You slandered my reputation, and you still have the guts to ask me for money to buy your goods?"

"Why not?" Shen Qingze said slowly, "Just now we have reached a verbal agreement, you see, I have wrapped up the goods for you, everyone present is witness, is it possible that Your Excellency is going to renege on the debt in full view?"

There were sporadic boos and jeers coming from all directions, and passers-by asked impatiently: "Are you going to buy it or not? I want it if you don't want it."

"That's right, it's much cheaper than your ironware, and it works!"

Boss Mo's face looked like a moss-covered stone, green and hard, he stared at Shen Qingze coldly for a long while, and waved his hand for the last time, twitching his flesh with the corner of his mouth: "Ah Jiu, give it to him."

Ah Jiu, a strong man on the iron tower, handed over a money bag with a blank face. With two thick arms like iron bumps, he easily took the bamboo basket containing all the iron tools into his arms, and returned to Boss Mo, motionless as a mountain.

Boss Mo narrowed his eyes: "Boy, if you still want to hang out in the city's east market at night, it's best not to toast or eat fine wine."

Shen Qingze just smiled calmly.

He was about to pack up and leave when, far away, there was a sudden commotion from the other end of the crowd.

Looking from a distance, Shen Qingze saw a group of knights on tall horses slowly approaching along the middle of the road, and the crowd of people who joined the fun gradually dispersed to the sides, making way for the carriages behind the knights.

The carriage is in the shape of an open top, and the body is made of golden nanmu and painted with gold paint, which is magnificent.

Two burgundy horses slowly passed the long street, and a middle-aged couple in the car nodded to the people on both sides of the road from time to time.

Not far from Shen Qingze's stall, there is a small square in the market. The knights and carriages stopped in the middle of the square, and attendants carried several large wooden barrels from behind the carriage.

The people around seemed to have gotten used to it, and they brought some pots, bowls and containers from their homes, and crowded around the square eagerly, not daring to get too close, lest they be driven away by the knights.

The little entanglement between Shen Qingze and Boss Mo was immediately forgotten by everyone, and the housewife carrying the cabbage took out a huge pottery bowl from the basket, giving full play to the advantage of her thin body, and squeezed into the inner circle from the gap between the crowd , holding up a hand and waving it to the lady in the carriage.

Shen Qingze was a little inexplicable, only heard the noisy voices from the crowd around him intermittently:

"It's Earl Yan En's carriage! The madam is kind enough to share the milk with everyone!"

"Hurry up, go back and get the bowl, oh no! Bring a basin!"

"Last month, I was allocated a small half bowl. The children in the family have been pestering for it. I hope the gods will bless the Earl's house and stay safe!"

"Earl Yan En?" Shen Qingze stroked his chin, "A nobleman in the city?"

Shen Qingze was holding his own scooter, and couldn't help being pushed forward by the crowd.

Relying on his height advantage, he could clearly see a middle-aged couple coming down from the open carriage. Earl Yan En was tall and tall, wearing a valuable overcoat, his black hair was neatly tied under his hat, and his facial features were clearly Far Eastern. The characteristics of the Daxia people, the pair of dark brown eyes, looked condescending and unruly when they glanced over.

His wife, on the other hand, has a pair of charming blue eyes deeply set in the eye sockets, and is petite, snuggling close to her husband's side and laughing.

The butler of the Earl's Mansion stepped forward and called the attendants to move the wooden barrels containing the milk to the side one by one, and uncovered the lids one by one. The milky white milk exuded a very faint sweet smell, and everyone stretched their necks to look in. The smile on his face was even wider.

"Everyone be quiet for a while." The housekeeper of the Earl's Mansion cleared his throat and said loudly, "Today is the day when Count Yan En and his wife distribute food to the townspeople in the east market of Yuanliu City."

"As we all know, since the attack of the beast slaves from the north, the life of our Yuanliu City has deteriorated day by day. Most of the granaries in the city have been destroyed, and the food stored by everyone has also decreased rapidly. There are even many of our compatriots sacrificed with his family..."

The crowd gradually quieted down, and many townspeople were poked into their hearts, wiping away tears with red eyes.

The butler paused, waved his arms and said again: "Earl Yan En grew up in the city, and he regards all the townspeople as his relatives. Distributing to everyone, even though the food is limited, not a lot distributed to everyone, but the Earl and Madam's intentions are unlimited, and it is heavy to give to every townsman!"

"Well said!" A shout came from nowhere, and everyone applauded as if they were just waking up from a dream, and they did not hesitate to use the most beautiful words in the world to praise the Earl and his wife.

The whole square laughed and laughed, and the atmosphere was warm. Even the serious Earl Yan En smiled unconsciously.

Only in the corner, the man leaning against the base of the wall slightly lowered the brim of his hood, and with a pair of indifferent eyes under the shadow of his bangs, he looked at this clumsy show with a half-smile.

The butler lowered his hands again: "Everyone's thank you, Lord Earl, has been received. Next, please line up in an orderly manner. The attendants will distribute milk to everyone one by one."

People cheered for a while and rushed to the center of the square like a tide. The knights rode on horses and used whips to scold the townspeople who tried to jump in line one by one.

Boss Mo of the iron shop, relying on Ah Jiu's burly figure to lead the way, managed to get out of the crowd and went straight to the butler of the Earl's Mansion.

Boss Mo rubbed his fat and short hands, and greeted the housekeeper graciously: "Boss, it's really hard work, the Lord Earl's righteous deeds are engraved in the hearts of every townsman."

The housekeeper looked at him with a smile: "Boss Mo, long time no see. Do you have any new products?"

"Yes, yes!" Boss Mo casually pulled out a knife that Shen Qingze sold him from the bamboo basket in Ah Jiu's arms, "Look at this knife, I collected it from a young man in the market today. Come here, look at this fineness, this luster, it is not much worse than the sword worn by the count!"

"It's indeed better than what you usually offer." The butler's eyes lit up, and he immediately offered the knife to Earl Yan En as if offering a treasure. Boss Mo followed closely behind, carefully accompanying his smiling face.

"Oh? What young man?" Earl Yan En caressed the blade, and he was aroused by Boss Mo's words, "Is it a new employee in your shop?"

Boss Mo chuckled, and cast a malicious glance at Shen Qingze who was at the edge of the crowd: "No, that's a young man with eyes above the top. I wanted to recruit him to work for you, Lord Earl, but he still looked at him I can't make it."

The Countess covered her mouth and smiled: "Call him over and let us have a look."

On that side, Shen Qingze was dragging his small cart to squeeze out of the crowd, but unfortunately the cart was too big to find a way out, after a while, two knights held down his cart, He coldly ordered him to meet the count and his wife.

Shen Qingze glanced at the smiling Boss Mo, and his heart was clear.

"I heard that these iron objects were made by your master?" Earl Yan En sat high on the carriage, looking down at the young man with a calm expression.

His appearance is undoubtedly outstanding, and his blood seems to have been favored by time. At close range, his eyes have a different sense of oppression.

Shen Qingze nodded, thinking quickly about how to get out, but he didn't expect that he just went to the city to sell some refurbished ironware, and he got into trouble, so that his wretched development plan was challenged.

It is unwise to confront the nobles in the city head-on right now!

He couldn't help secretly regretting his recklessness just now. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have irritated Boss Mo with his slapstick words—he just slapped him in the face, and it would be great to slap him unconscious!

The countess looked at the young man from head to toe, and from his feet to his face, slightly surprised: "You... are a blacksmith? Are you really the illegitimate son of some noble in the city?"

Boss Mo almost choked on his saliva, Shen Qingze said dryly: "Madam was joking."

Earl Yan En didn't give him too much time to think, and he didn't even offer to solicit. He handed the knife to the butler casually, and said in a calm tone: "The craftsmanship is good, butler, give him some milk. Such a skill should not be buried."

The butler replied with a low eyebrow: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

Seeing that Shen Qingze didn't bring the container, the butler ordered the attendants to bring a pottery pot. The young man frowned, looked down at the small pot of milk, his heart suddenly sank, he was afraid that he might cause trouble for old man Li...

Earl Yan En no longer pays attention to Shen Qingze, in his eyes, this is just an insignificant little person, a beggar who can be easily dismissed, and will be ecstatic because of his appreciation.

You don't even need to invest a little more attention yourself, there will be servants who will handle it properly and offer the most valuable things with both hands.

Boss Mo beamed and said: "Master Earl, you have worked hard, and a batch of new armors came out in the store today, why don't you take a look and drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Earl Yan En glanced at him: "Alright."

Leaving the butler to take care of the distribution of milk, the carriage slowly drove past Shen Qingze, and finally stopped at the door of the iron shop. Boss Mo helped Earl Yan En get off the car, and the group disappeared in front of the iron shop.

The noisy voices drowned out this short conversation, and the townspeople only focused on the milk in front of them, and no one noticed Earl Yan En's whereabouts.

Shen Qingze stood at the door of the shop, looked up, and then noticed the name of this ironware shop - Enci and Iron Blood Ironware Store.

From the outside, this ironware shop is just an ordinary shop in the market. Only when you walk through the hall and courtyard, you will find something special.

Boss Mo greeted the waiter to bring tea, and led several nobles through the tall grape vine trellis in the yard, and a secret door slowly opened in front of everyone.

In the narrow corridor, the torches were lit one after another. Boss Mo walked ahead with a serious expression on his face. At the end, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a spacious and bright room. A man in a white robe sat quietly at the table. He looked about 30 years old, and the city emblem was embroidered with gold silk on the hem of his clothes hanging on the ground.

Hearing the movement, the man in white robe turned his head slowly, holding a dark golden staff in both hands.

He showed a smile: "Master Earl, you are finally here."

Earl Yan En restrained his usual arrogance, and bowed slightly to the other party: "I have been waiting for a long time, Your Excellency Mo Yun. Your Excellency is anxious to see me. Is the city lord who was cursed by the devil finally revealed his whereabouts?"

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Shen Qingze was holding the small clay pot and dragging the cart, not in a very beautiful mood.

However, no one cares about the inner journey of a small person.

Having spent all his efforts to stay away from the bustling crowd, he buried his head all the way home and when he left the market, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar dark cloak out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Qingze raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency came to redeem the Dragon Scale Jade left here?"

"No." Yan Zui leaned against the corner of the wall, pointing the tip of the gun at the clay jug containing milk in the young man's arms, "I kindly remind you not to drink it."

"why?"

Yan Zui narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Because...that's what the countess left after taking a milk bath and what their dog drank."

Shen Qingze was shocked: "...you actually peeked at the Countess taking a bath?!"

Yan Zui: "..."

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