Fairy, I really am a villain!

In fact, if the first request was to speak out on behalf of the Wang family, then the latter request was just Fang Xiwen's selfish motive, and opposing the Yang family became a coincidence.

A long time ago, when he confessed his love to Jiang Xingchu, he promised her that he would open a trade route for Xinggong to the Shendu area, and this was just the beginning.

Although the Saint Lady probably doesn't care about these things, he always remembers them.

"In that case, I will purchase them immediately and send them to Dingjun. I hope you will not break your promise. I have entrusted my entire fortune to you."

"Of course not."

With a bow, he took away Fang Qingxiao, who had come only to join the feast.

On the way back to the city, he took his sister's slender hand and said with a smile, "What do you think?"

The result of this negotiation barely met his expectations. If Shi Zimiao really worked hard, Wang Ningzhu wouldn't have to be dragged there, and he would be able to enter Beijing soon.

As for the infighting among the various forces in the Longchuan Demonic Path, he currently has no time to intervene and can only give advice to the Saint Lady remotely.

With the intention of seeking credit, he looked at Fang Qingxiao, who nodded slightly: "Very good."

"Really? Actually, I was just bluffing at the beginning. If I really want to impress Shi Zimiao, the key is the word 'interest'."

"I said the chicken was really delicious, and the skin was very tender."

"?"

"Go and learn from them, and then make it for my sister when I get back home. Do you understand me?"

"...When did you become like this?"

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Amidst the clouds and mist, a ferry emerged from the top of Sanshou Mountain, leaving a streamline at its tail.

After dealing with the Yang family who were sucking his blood out of him, Shi Zimiao walked onto the deck, and the attentive look on his face disappeared.

After so many years of "cooperation", he was tired of being exploited. Although it was impossible to bet everything on the Third Young Master, it would be a great thing if he could really defeat the Yang family.

When the time came, the demon boat flapped its wings, mist spurted out from its cheeks, and soon it flew up.

Traveling day and night all the way.

As soon as he landed, Shi Zimiao rushed to the palace gate in person, but found nothing. After asking the servants, he found the female general on the ridge of a field on the outskirts of the city.

"It's you?" Upon seeing the person coming, Wang Ningzhu narrowed his eyes, and immediately a strong momentum rose up, "I didn't look for you, but you came to my house on your own? Do you really think I dare not touch you!"

Boom!

As the powerful outsider was approaching, the elite guards brought by Shi Zimiao just wanted to resist, but they were pinned to the ground in an instant and knelt down in unison.

"What a misunderstanding, General Wang! What a huge misunderstanding!"

Shi Zimiao called out anxiously and said quickly: "I came here this time to return the money for the last batch of goods to you, and also purchased a batch of high-quality farm tools as compensation!"

"Compensation?" Wang Ningzhu seemed to be chewing on the word, and he hesitated for a while, "Do you admit that you deliberately sent inferior products before?"

"No, we discovered it later..." He broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that he had underestimated this woman.

"Heh. What are you guys up to?"

"General Wang is joking..." "Don't come on,"

With a sneer on his face, Wang Ningzhu casually removed the pressure and continued, "Businessmen pursue profits, why do they do such a thankless task for nothing?

Let me make it clear first, I don't have time to play tricks on you. The livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of people in Dingjun are still unresolved!

If you don't make your intention clear, don't blame me for being rude."

Even if the pressure was withdrawn, the murderous aura emanating from the military formation was still frightening.

Hearing this, Shi Zimiao finally understood that Fang was mostly trying to bluff him, so he was no longer afraid and bowed: "Then I will tell you the truth. But before I explain my purpose, let me say something."

"what?"

"When questioning, the general and your husband were quite similar. They are truly a match made in heaven." He looked over with a hint of tentativeness.

"You're talking nonsense—" Wang Ningzhu's cheeks turned slightly red after reacting, "Did Xiwen ask you to come?"

"That's right. Mr. Fang discussed the pros and cons with me in the capital, and everything he did was for the people, so I repented and turned over a new leaf," Shi Zimiao said with a smile, "His behavior is completely different from before. Now that I have met the general, I know who changed him. Congratulations, both of you."

"Humph, there's no point trying to please me."

Although Wang Ningzhu was extremely happy, he did not believe his "repentance" at all.

He must have received some benefit from Xiwen, so he acts like this... But since it was his work, there is no need to doubt it.

"By the way, Master Fang also asked me to bring something over."

As he spoke, Shi Zimiao handed over an envelope.

Glancing at the handwriting, she felt relieved, then put it into her sleeve and said, "In that case, I will trust you for once. Mr. Shi, let your men follow my people."

"Thank you, General Wang."

With a wave of his hand, his guards came over carrying many large wooden boxes, tore off the seals and opened the lids.

After waiting for a while, soldiers from the Longwei Army came over, took a look, weighed the weapons, and then began to distribute them to the people on the spot.

For a moment, the fields were filled with cheers.

"Okay, now we can help Lord Wang!"

"Yes, Lord Wang, please go to the house and rest. How can a man who has been fighting in a war go to work in the fields?"

Soon, some people rolled up their trousers and went to the fields. With hoes, they turned up the bloody soil and pushed it into small hills on the edge.

Hearing this, Wang Ningzhu nodded, and looking at the scene again, he couldn't help but smile as if he was relieved.

She reached her hand into her sleeve and quietly squeezed the thin letter, resisting the urge to open it on the spot.

'Knowing he would have a better idea.'

'Even in the capital, he still misses me. Humph, it's not surprising that I miss him so many times every day... Bah. Bah.'

After supervising the distribution of farm tools for a while, Wang Ningzhu was ready to return home, but when she looked back, she found that the fat businessman was still standing by the side, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Mr. Shi, is there anything else?"

"As a businessman, I shouldn't make irresponsible comments on the government," Shi Zimiao said, cupping his hands again, his words more sincere: "But I still want to say this.

In the short month since the Third Young Master returned to the Divine Capital, he offended too many people.

At present, the Minister of the Interior has not dealt with him, simply because he is unable to spare the time, but there are already many voices criticizing him in the court."

It seems that this person obviously knows some inside information.

"So what? I don't think Xiwen really wants to be an official, but this identity makes it easier for him to do things."

"I understand. I'm not doubting the Third Young Master's ability, I'm just worried about one thing... Although he has done so much, the most important thing is that he still lacks a 'status'.

General, don’t forget that the Third Young Master himself is from an aristocratic family, and the ridiculous things he did when he was young were not much better.”

"You mean, they will use what Xiwen 'did' before to deal with him?" There was some thoughtfulness in Wang Ningzhu's eyes.

Having said that, she had heard of the Third Young Master's bad reputation before, such as robbing women and abusing servants... She naturally hated such behavior, but she knew that Fang Xiwen would never do such a thing.

"That's all I have to say."

Without answering, Shi Zimiao just bowed again, and this time she returned with a fist.

This is where the benefit of highly binding interests lies.

If Fang Xiwen had not spoken so profoundly at the banquet and had not drawn those two paths, there would never have been such a conversation today.

After watching the caravan go away, Wang Ningzhu immediately rode the wind and returned to the mansion in a hurry.

When she fell from the sky, the noise startled many people in the house.

"Ningzhu? Why are you so impatient?" Wang Zhongheng, who had a mustache, came out and asked with some concern, "Have you dealt with the area on the outskirts of the city?"

"Xiwen sent a large batch of new farm tools. Now the people are turning them over. According to a rough calculation, it will take at most ten days or half a month to finish them. I won't need to watch over them every day."

"Ten days or half a month? Where did he get so much... No, even if he had the money, it would be hard to buy it at this time of year, right?"

After pacing for a few steps, Wang Zhongheng was a little confused.

"He can do it," Wang Ningzhu raised his face with some pride, then turned back into the house and began to pack things up swiftly, "Now, it's my turn to help him."

Chapter 355: The Tyrant Sword Enters the Capital

In the courtyard of the Yun Mansion, two people were sitting opposite each other, with a set of tea sets on the table, one teaching and the other learning.

"Pour the water first, warm the cup, and don't lift up your right pinky. Don't touch the tea spoon, it's not that far yet... You are so absent-minded, are you still going to learn or not?"

Holding his cheek, Yun Wuxin rolled his eyes.

"You still need to warm the cup? What do you think of me using my true Qi to heat it up? It's neutral in nature and will work better than hot water."

Fang Xiwen put down the kettle, looking as if he was studying seriously.

"...You go."

"Okay, just kidding. I know this is necessary etiquette," he raised his index finger, "but there is one thing that I learned that is useless."

"what for?"

"The people who can let me make tea for them don't care about these things, and the people who care about these things are not worthy of me making tea for them," Fang Xiwen smiled and spread his hands, "so it's useless."

"So what do you think, do I not care or do I not deserve it?" Yun Wuxin's expression was half-smile.

"Well... well, for your sake, I will learn another skill."

"That's better off."

Yun Wuxin rolled up his sleeves and put away the entire set of tea sets. He then took out a red invitation and said, "The date for Princess Zhaoyang's wedding banquet has been set. It will be on the seventh day of this month."

"Wow, the gods didn't even know anything, and you figured it out?"

As Fang Xiwen said this, he reached out to take it, but the woman stretched her hand up high, shook it slightly, and the invitation disappeared.

"What do you mean by calculating?" Yun Wuxin said with a smile, "Just a reminder, my Yun family is in charge of the Sitianjian, and choosing an auspicious day for the saint is our job."

"I see. What are you trying to remind me of?"

"Who knows? But since you want to go against the Yang family, the more news about them the better, right?"

"That's it...Thanks."