"Master!! Master!! What happened to you?"
Amidst the shouting, a young man about the same age as Zhao Junchen slammed open the door and stumbled to Zhao Junchen's bed. .
When he saw Zhao Junchen's current appearance - pale, with a depressed look, and his head still wrapped in gauze - the young man's expression became more anxious and worried, and he said repeatedly: "Master, what's wrong with you? I just want to leave. How come you've been like this for a few hours? Don't scare me..."
Previously, in front of Zhao Junchen, all the officials of Lu'an Mansion, although they were still full of concern and greetings, they were more pretentious. They just wanted to please Zhao Junchen and were worried that they would be offended, so they were a little less genuine. .
The concern and anxiety on the face of the young man in front of him were all sincere, without any deception. Although Zhao Junchen was already stiff at this time, he still couldn't help but feel sad when he saw someone caring about him so much. A warm one.
Through those memory fragments, Zhao Junchen already understood the identity of this young man.
His name is Xu Qingyan, the youngest son of Mr. Xu, the same age as Zhao Junchen.
Although his father was a teacher, Xu Qingyan did not like to study and spent all day doing nothing. Later, after Zhao Junchen became an official in the court, Xu Qingyan was entrusted to Zhao Junchen to ensure that Xu Qingyan would have no food and clothing in the future. Worry, and secondly, it also allows Zhao Junchen to have someone close to him and whom he trusts. Zhao Junchen felt the kindness of Old Master Xu and treated Xu Qingyan like a brother.
Xu Qingyan was about to cry when he saw this. Zhao Junchen said with relief: "It's nothing serious, it was just an accident. It's much better now."
"I originally went to the Guangfa Grain Company according to your instructions, Master... As soon as I heard something happened to you, Master, I rushed back..." After hearing Zhao Junchen's answer, Xu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Zhao Junchen road.
While the master and servant were talking, the officials of Lu'an Mansion who were waiting outside the door saw Xu Qingyan breaking into Zhao Junchen's bedroom. They all looked into the room secretly, as if they wanted to take the opportunity to pry out some information.
Zhao Junchen saw their movements, and Xu Qingyan also noticed them.
I saw Xu Qingyan turned around fiercely, pointed at the officials outside the room and cursed: "How do you losers do things? I have only been away for half a day, how dare you let my young master be raped by a group of unscrupulous people?" With injuries like this, how noble is my young master? If something happens, can you idiots afford it? Once the emperor finds out, you will all be miserable..."
Under Xu Qingyan's angry scolding, all the officials in Lu'an Mansion were submissive and did not dare to speak back.
As the saying goes, "The prime minister's disciple is a seventh-rank official." Zhao Junchen is now just a third-rank official, but his personal followers have already scolded a fourth-rank prefect like Liu Changan so much that Nono dared not speak out.
"Qingyan...forget it, you adults are not to blame for this..."
Now that he has decided to improve his reputation in the future, make good friends, and make friends online in order to protect himself, Zhao Junchen naturally has to start from now on.
However, looking at Xu Qingyan's unscrupulous, arrogant and accustomed look, Zhao Junchen couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that Xu Qingyan had followed the former Zhao Junchen for a long time and really didn't learn anything good.
After stopping Xu Qingyan, Zhao Junchen said to the officials outside the room: "My servant is rude and anxious for me. I am rude for a moment. Please bear with me, sir."
The officials of Lu'an, headed by Liu Chang'an, naturally did not dare to say so.
Zhao Junchen said again: "I am exhausted. Your Excellencies, you don't have to wait here anymore. You might as well go back. If I have something to do, I will ask Qingyan to greet you all."
Seeing Zhao Junchen's entourage returning and Zhao Junchen seeing off guests again, Liu Changan and others looked at each other, finally stopped entangled, bowed to Zhao Junchen, and left one after another.
And when Xu Qingyan saw everyone leaving, he went to close the door.
However, after Xu Qingyan walked to the door of the room, he seemed to whisper a few words to someone. Zhao Junchen looked up and saw that it was Liu Changan who handed Xu Qingyan something before leaving.
Then, Xu Qingyan closed the door and turned around. The anger and anxiety in his expression before turned into excitement and excitement.
I saw Xu Qingyan take out a thick roll of banknotes from his sleeve, quickly came to Zhao Junchen's bed, and said loudly: "Master, Master, we have given out!! The old man Liu Changan just handed me a roll before leaving. I took a look at the banknotes. Good guy, there are twenty in total. Each one is five thousand taels, which is a total of one hundred thousand taels. They said that this is a shocking amount of money given to you by the officials of Lu'an Mansion. It seems that you are injured this time. They were frightened, fearing that you would anger them, so they vomited a lot of blood, a total of one hundred thousand taels!! We are angry, master, your injury this time is worth it!!"
Under the impact of one hundred thousand taels of silver, Xu Qingyan was speechless.
It seems that what kind of master really will bring out what kind of long-term followers.
After Xu Qingyan danced for a long time, he realized that Zhao Junchen didn't have any excitement. He was just half-leaning on the bedside and looking at him quietly.
Seeing Zhao Junchen's performance, Xu Qingyan couldn't help but be shocked, and the uneasy look returned to his face.
He and Zhao Junchen were masters, servants, and brothers, and they had a very good relationship. Because they were grateful to Old Master Xu for their upbringing, although Xu Qingyan was named Changsui, Zhao Junchen never treated him as a servant, so he dared to say " Your injury this time is worth it" and other arrogant words.
The reason why Xu Qingyan was surprised and uneasy was because he knew Zhao Junchen very well. Going forward, he saw someone honoring one hundred thousand taels of silver in one fell swoop. With Zhao Junchen's greedy temperament, even if he was seriously injured, he would immediately get out of bed. He jumped up and grabbed the banknote from Xu Qingyan's hand. He counted it carefully several times, then danced with Xu Qingyan, and said repeatedly: "One hundred thousand taels, Qingyan, my injury this time is really worth it..."
No, it doesn’t require one hundred thousand taels, as long as five thousand taels of silver are enough for Zhao Junchen to do this.
However, at this moment, facing a huge fortune of one hundred thousand taels of silver, Zhao Junchen did not react at all. This is absolutely abnormal.
Could it be that after Zhao Junchen's head injury, although he looked normal, he was already a little confused?
Thinking of this, Xu Qingyan no longer cared about the banknote in his hand. He just walked quickly to Zhao Junchen and asked repeatedly: "Master, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want me to summon a doctor for you?" ?”
How did Xu Qingyan know that this Zhao Junchen was no longer the same Zhao Junchen. Before time travel, Zhao Junchen had always been calm-tempered. He didn't attach much importance to money and spent very little. The 2.3 million taels of silver that he had been greedy for before were enough for him. After a lifetime of expenses, the extra one hundred thousand taels is just the icing on the cake, and does not require much joy.
What's more, these one hundred thousand taels of silver will never be clean money. At least, the combined salaries of all the officials in Lu'an Mansion would not be able to save so much in a lifetime without eating or drinking.
Seeing Xu Qingyan's worried expression, Zhao Junchen sighed and said, "I'm fine, I'm just thinking about other things."
Although Xu Qingyan was just as greedy and snobbish as his original master, at least his concern for Zhao Junchen was sincere, which Zhao Junchen couldn't bear to blame.
Seeing the doubtful look on Xu Qingyan's face, Zhao Junchen began to change the topic.
"By the way, Qingyan, you just mentioned Guangfa Grain Store. What were you doing at Guangfa Grain Store?"
Hearing Zhao Junchen's inquiry, Xu Qingyan's expression became even more doubtful, and he said: "Master, wasn't it your order? You want me to contact the bosses of several major grain stores and ask them to work together to buy the disaster relief grain distributed by the court. , and then you can take the money back to the capital after you do some sorting."
Hearing Xu Qingyan's explanation, Zhao Junchen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
Disaster relief food funds are related to the lives and fortunes of hundreds of thousands of people and the survival food of countless disaster victims. It turned out that Zhao Junchen was really planning on this.
If this continues, Zhao Junchen's fate may be getting closer and closer.
Seeing the doubt on Xu Qingyan's face, Zhao Junchen knew that he had been exposed, so he had to explain: "As you know, I was hit hard on the head, and I was a little confused for a moment..."
Seeing the gauze wrapped around Zhao Junchen's head, although Xu Qingyan accepted the explanation, he became even more worried and asked, "Do you want me to call the doctor?"
"No need, the doctor said that this is only temporary, and it will recover after a period of cultivation."
After a pause, Zhao Junchen asked again: "You haven't sold that batch of disaster relief grain funds yet, have you?"
"Not so fast. After all, we only arrived in Lu'an Mansion yesterday and only contacted the grain stores today."
"That's good...that's good..."
Zhao Junchen murmured.
Before I knew it, it was getting late.
The rest of the day was spent with Zhao Junchen constantly asking Xu Qingyan for information, while Xu Qingyan was worried about Zhao Junchen.
