The white-faced boy seemed to be frightened by him when he saw Liu Mingzhi and the others, and became even more arrogant: "Is there anyone in charge? I have been waiting here for so long and you are just watching? Do you want to be here?" To set up a stall here, you must first pay a hundred taels of land tax, and I will ensure that your business will prosper in the future, otherwise..."
Mr. Hou? Liu Mingzhi was stunned and looked at the white-faced boy up and down. This guy who was about the same age as him turned out to be a marquis.
He holds the title of baron, which is three levels lower than that of marquis. It is unusual for a person at such a young age to be granted the title of marquis. Another thing is that he has the backing to do whatever he wants.
For a moment, Liu Mingzhi was having trouble making up his mind. Looking at the arrogant white-faced young man, Liu Mingzhi was a little confused. Could it be that he was going to have a fight with the local dignitaries just a few days after arriving in the capital? I don’t know anything about his identity, and I don’t know if it will cause any trouble.
Liu Mingzhi had to weigh the pros and cons.
kindness? Liu Mingzhi looked at the two servants behind the white-faced young man with some surprise. Normally, the boss who shows off his power is a weakling who clears the way. Why do these two servants feel timid and afraid of getting into trouble when they follow the dignified marquis?
Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but look at the white-faced young man carefully. Why did he feel that this prince was a bit strong on the outside but strong on the inside? The strangest thing was the people watching around him. Although watching the excitement was an age-old tradition, the presence of a prince made him feel like he was strong on the outside and strong on the inside. Considering the social situation, let alone running away, at least they would not point fingers at the Marquis. Liu Mingzhi would not believe that the people in the capital were bold enough not to be afraid of the powerful.
Liu Mingzhi rolled his eyes and punched him: "Brother, wait a moment, I will get the money for you right away."
The white-faced boy was visibly relieved when he saw Liu Mingzhi, who had been silent for a long time, relenting and waved the short stick in his hand: "Hurry up, I don't have time to wait for you."
Liu Mingzhi squatted under the stall and tugged at the hem of Yun Qingshi's skirt. Yun Qingshi was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and he squatted down when he saw Liu Mingzhi waving at him: "Husband, what's wrong?"
Liu Mingzhi habitually put his arm on Yun Qingshi's shoulder. This was a habit he had in his previous life when he squatted in the square with his dormitory brothers to look at beautiful women.
The brothers smoked cigarettes, held cans of beer and squatted shoulder to shoulder for half an hour. It had become a subconscious action.
However, Yun Qingshi was obviously not used to Liu Mingzhi's sudden approach. His face was rosy and his body was stiff. Especially when he felt the heat of Liu Mingzhi's big hand on his shoulder, his heart beat nervously.
Liu Mingzhi turned his head and glanced at the white-faced boy with his arms outside: "Miss Yun, do you know the situation of this Guannei Hou? Tell me about it."
Yun Qingshi took a few breaths to calm down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and began to explain to Liu Mingzhi.
The more Liu Mingzhi listened, the more complicated his face became. He guessed that he was right. This Marquis of Guannei was really the master of external force and internal control.
Historically, the title of Neihou has been relevant since the Qin Dynasty. The status of Guannei Hou is quite embarrassing. He has a title but no land. He only has a title but no fiefdom. It is just a false position with a reward. In terms of status, he is much better than Liu Mingzhi. In terms of family business, It is not necessarily comparable to Liu Mingzhi, the newly promoted lord. At least Liu Mingzhi has a fiefdom in Tongyuan County.
Especially the Lord of the Dragon Kingdom, Zhu Run, the Guan Nei Marquis, inherited the title from his father. Unfortunately, since the founding of the Dragon Kingdom, there has been no decent talent in the Guan Nei Marquis line. When it was Zhu Run's turn to inherit the title, it was even more miserable, and his family was in decline. , there is an empty mansion of a marquis, with no silver in the treasury, and twenty acres of fertile farmland outside the city, but no harvest. If it weren't for the annual salary from the imperial court, this master would have starved to death long ago.
There is only one old housekeeper, the Marquis Zhu Run, and two orphans adopted by the old housekeeper from childhood to live in such a large house. This prince has become a laughing stock in the capital. Not to mention the powerful lords, even ordinary people do not feel the slightest fear. .
"Talent, isn't this a standard waste stream?"
Liu Mingzhi was relieved after hearing Yun Qingshi's last words. The marquis only dared to deceive and intimidate outsiders who didn't know the situation.
Liu Mingzhi released his arm on Yun Qingshi's shoulders and clapped his hands: "Grandma, you actually deceived me, Liu Song, you thief."
Hearing the young master's voice, Liu Song pulled out a few sticks from under the stall without hesitation. This was something Liu Mingzhi had prepared in advance because he was worried that someone would be jealous of the mirror, just in case. Unexpectedly, he actually used it.
Some newly promoted servants hesitated for a moment and picked up short sticks to surround the Marquis of Guannei. With a clatter, the short stick in Zhu Run's hand fell to the ground and rolled aside. The two servants were shaking like chaff, terrified. He looked at Liu Song and the other servants.
"Well, you Marquis of Guannei, who did I think you were hanging out with? You are so arrogant, and you are a master of strong external forces. I am not afraid of whoever you hang out with. My father-in-law is still hanging out with His Majesty the Emperor. Hey, all the chickens are gone. Where can I go to try to reason with you? Liu Song can take action."
Before Liu Song made a move, Zhu Run, the Marquis of Guan Nei, rushed to Liu Mingzhi's feet and hugged Liu Mingzhi's calf tightly. He looked at Liu Mingzhi pitifully: "Brother, I was wrong. Please spare me. I have eighty brothers." An old mother with a one-year-old child waiting to be fed, please don't do anything."
Liu Song and others looked hesitantly at Guan Neihou who was hugging Liu Mingzhi's calf. It would be a sin if they accidentally hurt the young master.
"Get out of here, you still have a child waiting to be fed. You've been so stupid that your wife hasn't even married a child from where you came from. You have mitosis. If I didn't know your roots, I was almost frightened by you. I beg for mercy now. It's too late." ,beat."
Liu Song and others threw away the short sticks in their hands without hesitation, and went up to punch and kick Zhu Run. Zhu Run's screams suddenly echoed around the stall.
"The last hundred glazed mirrors are on a first-come, first-served basis. If you come late, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"Don't accept the wrong Qing Shi banknote. You must remember to collect the money first and then give it to the mirror. Chun'er, please help your lady look at it."
"I know, husband." Yun Qingshi wiped the fragrant sweat from her ruddy face and forehead without caring about it, and kept handing the mirror to her for a moment. Chun'er held the banknote tightly in her hand for fear of missing it accidentally.
"Liu Song, Xiaowuzi, don't you guys know how to maintain order? Can't you even see someone cutting in line? I'll feed you."
Liu Mingzhi sat on the cart with a purple clay teapot in his hand and started gesticulating.
"Pig Head, your uncle is blind. You can't see it because it's out of stock over there."
Guannei Hou was sweating and panting, carrying mirrors packed in wooden boxes to supply the stalls.
"Brother, my younger brother's name is Zhu Run, not Zhutou." Guannei Hou Zhu Run looked aggrievedly at Liu Mingzhi, who was drinking tea at the side, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva. His throat was now so dry that it was almost smoking.
"You're still Zhu Run. Take a look in the mirror. You don't look like a pig's head anymore. You're working like a fool."
Zhu Run glanced subconsciously, looking in the mirror at his bruised nose, swollen face, and fat cheeks. He wanted to cry without tears. He was beaten up by the fat man and was used as a coolie. Is there any marquis who is worse than himself?
"Is this a glazed mirror? One side costs five hundred taels?"
"Of course, I still earn hard money, it's so good......"
With a bang, the purple clay pot in Liu Mingzhi's hand slipped from his hand, and he was stunned for a moment when he looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar face standing aside: "Chen... Chen... Liu Mingzhi... ....”
Li Zheng waved his hand: "Master Huang, Butler Zhou."
Liu Mingzhi drooped his hands aside: "Yes...yes...Master Huang, Butler Zhou."
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