overbearing

The question of whether money is more important than beauty is not a problem for him at all, but a flea on the bald donkey's head.What's more, this beauty has not seen the beauty to the point of dying.The prices of the two are not at an equal position at all.

The look of contempt and disdain on Zhou Jirong's face was obvious.

Duan Yunjia has always been sought after by others, and she herself thinks highly of herself because of this, thinking that whether it is in terms of appearance or talent, she can also be ranked among the top few in the capital.Although she herself said that she would ruin her identity a lot by marrying someone, she couldn't think of any reason for the other party to refuse.But the reward she got from Zhou Jirong was obviously completely beyond her original expectation.

Miss Duan lost face, and immediately felt grief and anger, and shouted at Zhou Jirong: "There is no lady in the capital who is willing to talk to you about marriage, and you still pick and choose! My place is not good?"

It was not a secret that Zhou Jirong went to visit the young ladies of various families and had their doors shut several times in succession.But when Ms. Duan put it this way, the kind of alms-like attitude that is unique to the children of wealthy families makes people very uncomfortable.

Zhou Jirong saw that she was a little girl younger than himself, and she was barely related to her elder brother and she was obviously ignorant of the world, so he held back and didn't make her grope for teeth.

However, since he was a child, he was unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss. He could not control his sharp-toothed mouth if he could resist his ready-to-move claws.Glancing at her, he said calmly: "I just want to pick and choose, and I just have the ability to pick and choose, how about it! Can you still control it? It doesn't matter if the ladies in the capital don't want to, I'm the same Look down on them."

"Besides, others look down on me. Isn't there Miss Duan who you can't wait to send to your door? There is a business of forced buying and selling in this world. But I have never heard of the reason for forced marriage. You don't want face. You have to be shameless. Everyone knows how innocent I am, and I don't want to be ruined by you."

Duan Yunjia was usually a quiet and gentle lady, but when it came to his mouth, it seemed so unbearable, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak for a while.The most hateful thing is that Zhou Jirong saw that her expression was not quite right, and he was afraid that she would cry endlessly and cause headaches, so he finally said seriously: "I am trying to reason with you, and you have to be reasonable." Okay. I’m telling the truth. If you can’t tell me the truth, don’t cry, make trouble, and hang yourself, Sapo. Sapo will fork you out and throw you on the street.”

Miss Duan was ashamed, ashamed, sad and angry, trembling for a long time and asked bitterly, "Aren't I pretty?"

Zhou Jirong looked at her carefully for a long time, Miss Duan was so angry that her facial features were a little distorted, she looked so weird.But I think women pay attention to their appearance.Zhou Jirong reluctantly said: "Beautiful."

After a pause, he quickly continued: "However, no matter how beautiful you are, you are really not worth 10 taels of silver. Even the girl Hanzhang from Hanzhou dare not ask such a price. Anyway, you are worthless with me. I will tell you I'm not familiar with it, so there's no benefit for me to help you. Or, why don't you go and borrow some money from others?"

He originally wanted to say that you might as well use this trick against my brother, and whether you let him go or not is really a matter that he can settle with a single sentence.But after thinking about it, it was already hard enough for my brother to take care of everything, so it was better not to stay there and push this kind of trouble, so I held back and didn't say anything.

Regardless of how much he offended the girl's family before, he is still willing to do this business: "It's still the same sentence just now, you bring the money, and I will do the work. Forget it, forget it, I will charge you 100 taels less... "Speaking of the 100 taels less charged, a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

If Duan Yunjia could find someone else to take advantage of, how could he know that Zhou Jirong had the guts to come to him even though he knew Zhou Jirong's reputation as brutal, brutal, simple and rude, and he really wanted to humiliate himself.However, she was very unwilling to bear this humiliation, and she couldn't help asking: "Why am I not worth 10 taels?" Judging by her expression, it was not that she had to fight for a price of 10 taels for herself, but that she was The self who is obviously beautiful and beautiful is worthless to him.

Zhou Jirong saw that she was so naive and ignorant that people felt sympathetic, so he didn't mind sharing something with her: "I'm afraid you don't even know how much an egg costs, you don't know how much money is enough to do. You treat it as your meat." Is it made of gold, how can it be the same! Anyway, I want money but not people! If you can’t afford money, you want to open some, and exile doesn’t have to be death, otherwise it’s not straightforward to cut it off directly, why go through so much trouble. "

Duan Yunjia really didn't know how eggs were bought and sold in the market, and he couldn't deal with Zhou Jirong's weird thoughts like wanting money and denying people.At this point, she was somewhat resigned, and she was really unwilling to comfort herself with Zhou Jirong's explanation, so she was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Who is Miss Hanzhang?"

"Hanzhang is the hottest number one in the biggest brothel in Hanzhou. He is more beautiful than you. He can not only play the pipa, but also sing and dance. He is the best at making people happy..." Zhou Jirong spoke smoothly for a while, but the words came out quickly Realizing that something was inappropriate, she changed her words again: "But of course she is not as noble as Miss Duan... What are you doing!"

Duan Yunjia jumped up and raised his hand to hit him, Zhou Jirong of course couldn't let her succeed, he pushed her back and said angrily, "Why are you so crazy?"

Duan Yunjia blushed and said: "You compare me with a prostitute, you..." She thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable word, so she could only say: "You are shameless!"

Zhou Jirong felt that such a trivial matter would not be worthy of a slap in the face. Besides, it was inexplicable and unreasonable to talk about Lao Tzu's shamelessness: "Didn't I say later that she can't compare with you? What else!"

He felt more and more that the little girl was sick, and said 'tsk' to the outside: "Xiaozhen, how long are you going to hide there? Are you done with your work?"

Seeing that Fang Zhen couldn't hide it, he had to come out and said: "...there are still a few lanterns left, Brother Shi and the others are hanging them. Commander Wu asked me to come over to see if the guests are finished, and I want to ask you where to put the screen .I, I, I haven't been here for a long time, really just for a while..."

He secretly looked at Zhou Jirong's face, and when he said it, his voice was as low as that of a mosquito.

Zhou Jirong didn't have the time to bother with him about eavesdropping, so he pointed in Duan Yunjia's direction casually, and ordered: "You also saw that she wanted to hit me just now, so we can't take advantage of her! We can't let her go today. Go back, find a firewood shed and lock her up first, and ask her brother to redeem her with money! Miss Duan's meat is expensive, so you have to be careful and sell it by the catty!"

He didn't care about Fang Zhen, who was obviously very embarrassed, and Duan Yunjia, who was angry behind him, after he finished his orders, he went out with his head up and his chest up, thinking with his mouth curled up: "If you dare to find Lao Tzu's door and play wild, I will cut you clean. Let you know how powerful it is."

Thinking that Duan Ningze will come to redeem his sister in the near future, he will receive a sum of money. Looking at the red lights and festoons all over the courtyard, he feels rich, festive, auspicious and happy, and he feels very happy.

His joyful mood lasted until Fang Zhen came back during dinner before coming to an end.

Zhou Jirong didn't have any family members around him either.He also vaguely felt lonely. He always felt that eating alone was not lively enough, and he didn't have so many rules. He usually let a few close guards accompany him, but now he added a seat for Wu Size, and he was in a hurry. A table is filled.

Fang Zhen sneaked in from the door, Zhou Jirong saw it with his sharp eyes, and said in surprise: "Xiaozhen, what's wrong with your face, why are you covering it? Take it off and let me see."

Fang Zhen continued to cover his face and said, "It's nothing."

Zhou Jirong slapped his chopsticks on the table and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter? I don't have eyes, don't I know how to read? I told you to take your hands off, didn't you hear me?"

"...It was just scratched by the cat." Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Fang Zhen had to put his hand down, and he turned his face slightly to the side, hoping that this would make Zhou Jirong not see the truth, while trying to hide it, he said: "It's really just It doesn't matter if the cat scratches it."