Jiaohua

Chapter 974
Only with good mountains and rivers in Mingtai County can we grow top-quality tea and top-quality mulberry trees.

Zhili was bored at Sihai Teahouse, and occasionally went out of the city to visit nearby villages.

Coincidentally, he could bump into that master Zhi several times.

After this famous Master Zhi came to Mingtai County, he didn't seem to do anything, just holding a bunch of brochures all day long.Every time Zhili met him, he was either making calculations or writing madly.

The place where he met him was either a teahouse, or the Ten Mile Wind Pavilion, or he and his men took a flat boat and drifted leisurely across the lake.

On the boat, he lowered his eyebrows and was still writing with his abacus in his hands.

What a weird person, Zhi Li felt that this Master Zhi who had the same surname as himself was too strange.

He paid attention to Master Zhi, but Master Zhi also paid attention to him.

After several days of reckoning, Ji Xiahe, who was on the verge of burnt out, chose another pavilion today, and asked people to go to the shop to choose a few beautiful girls to play the piano.

The beautiful curtains are lightly placed in the pavilion, the breeze is warming, the clouds cover the sun, the sound of the girls' piano is splashed on the jade plate, Ji Xia and Wenzhi are in a good mood, and their spirits are clear.

When Wei Dongyou looked up, he saw Zhili riding a little donkey upside down, with a long green grass in his mouth.

"Master Zhi," Wei Dongyou said in a very soft voice, "I'm afraid this little boy is staring at us."

Ji Xia and Wen Yan took a look and waved their hands: "Let him go."

Anyway, as soon as Shen Lie arrives, "Master Zhi" will be replaced. Ji Xiahe just wants to settle the accounts so that Shen Lie can take over.

Zhili also took an indifferent attitude and looked away from them.

He is still torn between whether to send the letter to the senior sister or not.

Right now, there is no one to discuss.

The little donkey walking forward was suddenly reined in by someone.

Fortunately, the fragmented reaction was quick, and he was not dropped by the inertial belt.

Turning around, a fat man with a swollen face but a bit of a naive look looked at him fiercely: "These bastards are your eyes, so you just face the back of your head and don't look directly at them?"

Zhili didn't know this person, but Zhili had seen the person behind this person a few times, that "Mr. Ma" who had a good relationship with the government.

Zhili took down the long grass in his hand, pointed to the ground: "I walked slowly along the side of the road, isn't that how ordinary people walk?"

"You compare donkeys to ordinary people?" The fat man stretched out his hand, "Take the money!"

"What?"

"You scold everyone who walks this road as donkeys, and you even scold me and my young master, give me money!"

Zhili frowned, jumped off the donkey, and before he could open his mouth, a figure quickly stepped up, grabbed the fat man's shoulders, pulled it over, and punched the fat man's face with a fist.

Zhili let out a "huh", it was the young master of the Mao family, Mao Zilong, who cried loudly in Sihai Teahouse and slapped himself that day.

Mr. Ma's other subordinates froze, and then shouted at Mao Zilong, wanting to do it.

Mao Zilong's subordinates rushed up at this moment, and the two men and horses disagreed, and a fight broke out on the road.

Mao Zilong came prepared, with a large number of men, who suppressed Mr. Ma's men and beat him.

Zhili hurriedly led the little donkey out.

After Mr. Ma was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Mao Zilong waved his hand: "Let's go!"

The subordinates left as soon as they said they would, and left one after another.

When passing by Zhili, Mao Zilong felt that Zhili looked familiar, glanced up and down, and walked away quickly.

Here Mr. Ma cried loudly, yelling at his subordinates for not chasing him. A group of people chased forward with great momentum, but they didn't dare to make a real move.

When Mao Zilong and the others left, the fat and naive man turned his head and saw Lord Zhi and others in the pavilion, those actors were still playing the piano.

Mr. Ma also looked at it, and said angrily, "How unreasonable!"

The fat man strode forward and tore off Luo Sha: "Play it again, play it again, it's so noisy!"

The girls all stopped and looked up at him with uneasy eyes.

"You, are you Master Zhi?" The fat man looked at Ji Xiahe, who was looking up while planning to make a fortune.

"...Huh?" Ji Xia and his ears didn't hear anything outside the window.

"Give me the money!" cried the fat man.

Ji Xia and raised eyebrows.

Wei Dongyou and the dark men's expressions darkened, and they were about to step forward, but they were stopped by Ji Xiahe.

"Here." Ji Xiahe said.

Wei Dongyou then took out five coins from his pocket and handed them over.

This was the smoothest time in the fat man's life when he asked for money. Not only was it smooth, but the other party even paid five dollars when he made a move.

He brought the money back to Mr. Ma in a daze: "Young master, look."

Mr. Ma looked at Changting with great interest: "He's a witty one, not bad."

Zhili looked away, led the donkey and walked away.

I thought to myself that the spring is about to bloom, and the butterflies are dancing around. Why is this Mingtai County full of absurdities?

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Yang Ping has been staying at Wei's house in Ding County, Xucheng for the past few days.

The specifications were far inferior to the Ping Yuyuan specially built for her by Jiang Mengxing in Xizhou Prefecture, but since Yangping came, the entire Ding Mansion was vacated, and the children of Ding Xianwei temporarily went to live with their grandmother.

Yang Ping lay lazily on the bamboo and rattan chair in the back garden of the Ding Mansion, surrounded by colorful flowers, and all the doors and windows of the nearby houses had been changed to new designs the day before yesterday.

She still held a ledger in her hand.

If she really wanted to read it carefully, she actually didn't understand it, and it gave her a headache to read it. But recently, she has been focusing on the account books, and she feels anxious if she doesn't look through them.

Li Yishu came from outside and said softly: "Princess, the girl from the Nie family brought it here."

A lady followed Yu Ziqi and walked slowly.

Princess Yangping didn't seem to hear Li Yishu's words, nor did she seem to be aware of the movement in the garden, she was still flipping through the account books lazily.

After a while, she raised her eyelids and looked at the Nie family's wife: "How good is Mao Zilong's old friend?"

Miss Nie's face turned pale, and she whispered softly: "Princess, it's not a good match. I'm not married, he's not married, and there's no marriage contract. We... have nothing."

"But I heard that you two are a good couple."

"No, it's not." Miss Nie said in a panic.

Yangping took a look at her clothes, she was wearing brocade and satin skirt with dragon fragrance pattern, the cloak on her body was hibiscus and pear flower silk, and a pair of brocade sandals with cloud head embroidered with silver thread thread on her feet. Small Butterfly Bead Hairpin.

Although it is not as gorgeous as Li Yishu and Yu Ziqi's gorgeous and dazzling silk and satin, but in the folk, they are also born rich.

"Kneel down." Princess Yangping said.

Without hesitation, Miss Nie gently pulled up her skirt and knelt down.

"Just kneel." Yang Ping said again.

Miss Nie nodded lightly: "Yes."

Time passed slowly, Yang Ping seemed to have forgotten that there was such a person kneeling on the ground.

She flipped through the account books boredly, and finally waited for the best news in the past few days.

Her subordinates came to report that the mulberry farmers in Liujia Village were willing to sell it, and the price was the one she had set.

Yang Ping was overjoyed, and closed the account book in his hand: "Where is the contract that was drawn up? Have they signed it?"

"It's just been delivered! I guess it can be signed tonight!"

"Very good!" Yang Ping said happily, "Take care of the matter as soon as possible, and send it to Bengong immediately after signing, and send someone to take over tomorrow!"

"Yes." The subordinate responded.

Yingwan heard a deep "plop" next to him.

The subordinates turned their heads, and saw a thin lady who rolled her eyes and passed out on the ground.

　┗|｀O′|┛~~ It’s Kawen, the sugar is stuck in the workshop qaq
　　
　
(End of this chapter)