Here, the two young servants in green, Wei Se and Jiang Shenyi, were busy collecting the slaves, and the others were not idle either.
When the foreign team known as the successor got off the bus, Yin Shi showed his resolute side, and everyone had a mission. For example, Fang Weiran was given the task of chatting with the two Xing Wu and Xing Twelve. For example, Yukichi, who was chatting non-stop with the chief manager Yuki Cang, couldn't get out of the conversation all afternoon. Even Bai Zhi and Zisu, two beauties from Jing'an Division, were sent out to work, one to check the accounts and the other to take care of the canteen.
Yes, property and food, what could be more important than that?
As for the one who has nothing to do, there is actually only the young master, oh, no, there is also a fox.
At this time, Zheng Yun was sleeping soundly on the incredibly spacious bed that had been moved from nowhere in the lobby. Next to him lay a white-furred fox, lazily taking a nap with its tail on its head.
Suddenly, Zheng Yun, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, straightened up, and landed lightly on the ground with light and elegant movements.
At the same time, Bai Hu also opened his eyes and glanced at Zheng Yun with doubt in his eyes.
Zheng Yun nodded and walked outside. The white fox said, "Go out? Isn't it a good time to take a nap in such a beautiful sun? Why do you have to go out?"
The white fox cooed and lay down lazily again.
Zheng Yun's current makeup was mediocre, making her unable to muster the energy to go out together.
Zheng Yun left the bedroom, and the midday sun shone above his head, making his facial features that were no longer stunning after makeup shine brightly, as if he had regained a bit of his former demeanor of reflecting the clouds and holding the sun.
Gently raising his head, he sighed: "The sunshine under the Zuliang Mountain is also very good."
As he spoke, he walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
In addition to the backyard, there were faint sounds of shouting and screaming from the left and right yards. It was his men carrying out his orders and collecting the property of the dye house. If the original people did not cooperate, it would be inevitable that there would be a lot of chaos. As if he hadn't heard anything, he walked slowly out.
When I arrived at the gate, I happened to see Fang Weiran and a white-haired man walking out of the yard next door. The white-haired swordsman knelt down and saluted as soon as he saw Zheng Yun, which made Fang Weiran who was standing slightly embarrassed.
Zheng Yun acted as if nothing had happened and said, "It's you, your name is..."
The white-haired man said respectfully, "My name is Xingwu."
Zheng Yun snorted and said, "Xing Wu, I remember that you are the swordsman in the manor, and there seems to be another person named... Xing Twelve?"
Xingwu said: "Yes. He is in the house. Do you want to find him?"
Zheng Yun said: "Master."
Xing Wuyi was startled, and Zheng Yun said: "Call me master. If you don't have an old master, what do you mean by calling me young master? You have only one master, just like there is only one sun in the sky."
Xing Wu was stunned for a moment. Unlike Xing Cang, who had matured with age, he actually didn't have that much thought. After thinking about it, he felt it made sense, so he changed his words and said, "Yes, Master."
Zheng Yun nodded and said, "I want to go out for a walk, you come with me."
Xingwu agreed without thinking, but Fang Weiran was stunned and said: "Are you going to..."
Zheng Yun said: "It's okay, I just go out for a walk, just take Xing Wu with me, no one else needs to follow. You can go find Xing Twelve. There is no need to prepare a car, we just wander around on the street. I haven't gone shopping for a long time. ." He said and walked out of the door. Kogo got up and followed.
Compared to Xingwu who instinctively obeyed orders, Fang Weiran was a little confused: Which one is this? Was there such a section in the previous plan? Any tips on temporarily changing plans?
Despite the commotion in the yard now, it was all planned. Who will do this and who will do that have been thoroughly discussed in advance, and there have been more than one meeting on the road. Today, there is no role for Zheng Yun as the eldest young master. He only needs to maintain the image of an impatient, ruthless and pleasure-seeking young man, so why did he add a temporary role?
But although he directly obeyed Tang Zhao's orders, Zheng Yun also had a special status in the team, especially due to status restrictions, and he could not refute it outside. He didn't stop the two of them from going out, thinking that if they were one-on-one, the sun-loving angel who could compete with the swordsman would not be in danger. If there was real danger, he seemed to be able to summon the gods, so there was no need to worry.
At this time, Tang Zhao was fighting Xing Cang as Xing Qi, so it was inconvenient to disturb him. Fang Weiran thought about it and went to talk to Xing Twelve as planned.
The eldest young master went out on the street and went on a rampage.
I saw the current owner of the long-haired manor strutting on the street, moving east and west, touching left and looking right, like a street sweeper and a curious baby just out of purdah.
"How much?" the eldest young man grabbed a handful of hawthorn cake from the stall and asked the shopping vendor.
Compared with ordinary people in the city, the hawkers in this Yulang City are taller and thicker, with evil deeds and evil looks. I don't think they were kind people at first. However, in this world, there are too many strong dragons. Most gangsters are not even qualified to be gangsters and thugs, and are forced to work to become rich.
The hawker had been on the street for a long time and was quite discerning. He was okay when he saw this strange young man. When he saw the white-haired Xingwu, he immediately bowed like a mouse to a cat and said, "Maekei, one tael of silver." One pound."
The eldest young master turned to look at Xingwu and said, "Isn't this price expensive?"
Xingwu hummed, and the hawker hurriedly smiled and said: "Uncle, in the northwest, there is a shortage of materials and transportation is not easy. Especially these fine goods are shipped from China, and they are somewhat more expensive than outside..."
In fact, there is another reason, that is, there are many rich people in Gengliangshan here. The money in Gengliangshan is not easy to come by. It is easy to come and easy to go. They are not sensitive to prices, so they are easily ripped off.
Sure enough, the young master just asked, took out a handful of money from his pocket and gave it to the hawker, and left with a bag of hawthorn cake.
The eldest young master stuffed a handful of hawthorn cake for Xingwu and said, "Try it."
Xingwu was stunned for a moment, and then he grabbed it in his hand. The red hawthorn cake was fragrant and soft, making people salivate at the bottom of his tongue.
Before he could peel the cake, the young master fell in love with the fried melon seeds next to him and bought another handful. Unknowingly, he filled Xingwu's bag with snacks and candies and said, "The ones sold here are the same as those sold over there. The cakes I saw are similar. Although the people are different, the things are mostly the same. I don’t usually have the chance to eat snacks like this, but I have long wanted to try them."
Xingwu stared at the hawthorn cake in his hand and said, "Well, yes, the cakes sold on the street were like this when I was young."
The eldest young master suddenly asked: "When were you a child?"
Xing Wuyi didn't react for a moment, so the eldest young master changed the question and said, "How old are you?"
Xingwu hesitated for a moment and said: "More than 20 years old? Or thirty years old? I don't know. I can't see the sun rising and setting in Mengliang Mountain, and I don't know the month and year. It's just a blur of lakes and lakes. .”
The eldest young master said: "It seems to me that you are not very old. People in their twenties are still young, and young people are not the same as real old people even if they are old."
Xingwu smiled and said: "Am I still young? You are no longer young in the Jiangliang Mountains when you are in your twenties. Even a swordsman will not live more than forty years, and he can call himself an old man at thirty."
The eldest young master said: "Of course he is young. Although his body is old due to one reason or another, his heart still remains young. I can tell at a glance that all the people named Xing are young people. There is only one exception. That That’s Xing Cang. He is really old, from the inside out.”
Xingwu said: "The General Manager? The General Manager is our senior. He was an old man when I first met him. That was ten years ago, right? He might be fifty years old... "
The eldest young master shook his head and said, "Fifty years old? You're looking down on him. He's different from you." He didn't say any more, put the hawthorn cake into his mouth, his face wrinkled up, and said, "Hey - sour! "
Although it was sour, he still swallowed it reluctantly, glanced at Xingwu who was only rubbing the hawthorn cake without eating it, and said: "You have the foresight to know that it is sour and don't eat it."
Kogo said softly: "My servant doesn't know. Because I can't taste it."
The eldest young master looked at him, and Kogo said calmly: "When I was a sword slave, I bit my own tongue. Then I couldn't speak for four or five years. It was only after I became a swordsman that I found a way to repair it, and the tongue was reattached. , but I have lost my sense of taste forever. So I eat the same thing and try to eat as little as possible because eating is very tiring.
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At this time, a nobleman passed by in a car with more than a dozen sword slaves tied behind the car. Those sword slaves dragged their feet on the ground one step at a time, which was the unique walking posture of sword slaves.
Ten years ago, Xingwu walked like this. After being a swordsman for three or four years, he gradually changed his mind.
He couldn't help but said: "As long as you have been a sword slave, you will more or less have old illnesses. Some can be cured, and some will never get better in a lifetime. Fortunately, life is short and will end soon. I sometimes think, since It will end sooner or later, so why waste time? What's the point of staying in this world?"
The eldest young master suddenly said: "Are you complaining to me?"
Xingwu suddenly woke up and said with a change of expression: "I dare not, slave, I am rude." Ignoring the people coming and going on the street, he knelt down and said: "Master, forgive me."
In fact, no one on the street paid much attention to it. At the foot of Guliang Mountain, where sword slaves were everywhere, this kind of surprise was quite common.
The eldest young master said calmly: "Stop kneeling, get up and follow me."
After saying that, he turned around and left. Xingwu got up and hurriedly followed, cursing himself crazily in his heart:
Have you lost your mind and gone crazy today? To actually express his true feelings to the master who is least likely to understand him in the world? That is the young master who has been aloof from birth and has stepped on countless sword slaves to enjoy themselves to this day. How could these words make him have any thoughts?
Is that hawthorn cake some sort of magical elixir? I didn't even take a bite, but I became obsessed with it just by looking at it?
How does the chief manager remind himself that these people are here?
When he returns to the manor, maybe these words will cost him his life, right?
If it's just a quick death, it might not be a bad thing...
In fear and regret, he staggered as he walked, just like the steps of the sword slave.
Suddenly, the young master in front stopped.
Only when Xingwu woke up did he find that this was a deserted alleyway.
The young master was looking at him calmly.
Xingwu almost wanted to plead guilty again, but the young master said: "Actually, I don't listen to other people's complaints. If there is no one to talk to, who will you complain to?"
Xing Wuyi was speechless for a moment and couldn't think straight.
The young master asked: "Will you tell me to the tree hole?"
Xingwu nodded blankly, and the young master asked: "Will you complain to Taiyang?"
He pointed at the scorching sun in the sky and said: "The tree hole is just a tree hole. It is useless. At most, it will only echo your own voice. And the sun is above, it is to dispel the darkness and clear away the haze. It There are all kinds of sufferings in the world where I shine, and it is impossible to listen to complaints. But with it shining forever in the sky, all evils retreat, and the pain disappears on its own, why do you need to talk about it?"
He said calmly and forcefully: "What is the meaning of your life? Find it yourself. As for suffering, no need to say more, leave it to the sun."
