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After returning to the fourth floor, Zhao Hao went to sleep directly. He slept until late at night and woke up due to urination.
It's closed downstairs.
"There's no clock here, it's really inconvenient!"
He had been rubbing the pendulum clock before.
But I've always been busy.
The pendulum clock was not built either.
Now the soap is also given to Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian, and they finally have time.
Just when I was about to go down and get something to eat, I heard the sound of the old clock outside.
"Master, are you awake?"
"Wake up, is something wrong?"
"Master, here we caught someone who was causing trouble and throwing shit!"
"What?"
When Zhao Hao heard this, he quickly went over and opened the door.
Lao Zhong stood at the door: "Master, since the last time something happened, I have arranged for someone to be on duty at the door at night. I didn't expect that I actually caught him!"
Zhao Hao frowned: "Let's go down and have a look!"
The person arrested was an old man in his fifties with a pockmarked face.
He was dressed in tatters and had a pungent smell.
Seeing Zhao Hao coming over, the old man knelt on the ground with a plop, begging for mercy with runny nose and tears.
Zhao Hao asked expressionlessly: "Tell me, who asked you to come!"
The little old man said: "It's the steward of your clan. He gave me ten guan of money and asked me to come over and throw excrement. I will get ten guan of money after the job is done!"
"Mr. Zhao, please spare me. I've lost my mind and I will never dare to do it again..."
As he said that, he touched and kowtowed to Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao's expression became even more gloomy.
Zhao family!
Well done!
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Lao Zhong came up and asked quietly: "Master, how should we deal with this matter?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Hao said: "Drag him out, break his legs, and throw them at the gate of the Zhao family's house. Take the excrement that was not spilled outside and splash it together!"
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Zhao family residence.
The clan leader, Zhao Sheng, and Zhao Ling were gathering around the table to have a drink.
Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Ling with a somewhat uneasy expression and said, "Third brother, what you're doing is a bit too much!"
Zhao Ling snorted and laughed: "Clan leader, don't worry, that little brat can't make waves. I just did this to teach him a lesson."
"You little bastard, you are not willing to hand over some shares to the family. Is he still not from the Zhao family anymore?"
"Clan leader, you are too soft-hearted!"
Zhao Sheng sighed. In fact, he was also very dissatisfied with Zhao Hao's attitude last time.
It's just that he thinks about it more.
"Look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face. After all, he is Wen Xiang's son."
"We have gone too far, and Wen Xiang doesn't look good on his face."
It's okay if Zhao Sheng didn't say that. As soon as he said this, Zhao Ling's face suddenly became more unhappy.
"I think the attitude of that little bastard Zhao Hao is the attitude of Zhao Wenxiang!"
"Otherwise, what would that little brat know at such a young age?"
"It wasn't his idea!"
"He is now the internal historian and an important official of the court that His Majesty relies on. How can he still care about the family?"
Zhao Sheng said: "You can't say that. In fact, Wen Xiang still has very deep feelings for his family!"
Zhao Ling sneered: "Clan leader, you are so easy to deceive. If Zhao Wenxiang really has feelings for the family, how could Zhao Hao disagree?"
"Just leave this matter alone and leave it to me."
"I still don't believe that we can't cure those two men!"
"What's wrong with the internal history? If you don't want to do things for the family, then the family doesn't have to worry about anything!"
While the two were talking, the old housekeeper's anxious voice came from outside the door.
"Clan leader, Third Master, it's not good!"
"What happened?"
Zhao Ling frowned and asked the old housekeeper outside the door in a deep voice.
"Third Master, the man we sent to the first floor is back..."
When Zhao Ling heard this, he smiled happily.
"Has it been done?"
"Okay, take him to the accounting office to get the money!"
Butler: "Third Master, it didn't work out. His legs were broken and he was sent back and thrown at our door. And..."
Zhao Ling stood up suddenly and pushed open the door.
"What did you say?"
The housekeeper quickly said respectfully: "Go back to Third Master, the man we sent had his legs broken and was left at our gate, and..."
Zhao Ling said with a gloomy face: "And what?"
The housekeeper hesitated to speak: "Besides, feces was thrown at our door..."
Snapped!
Zhao Ling was instantly furious and slapped the door hard.
He laughed angrily and nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, okay."
He said three good words in a row, and then turned back to look at Zhao Sheng in the room.
"Clan leader, you saw it, that little brat is demonstrating to the family!"
"How dare he throw excrement at the door of the family?"
"Absolutely lawless!"
Zhao Sheng also turned ugly and frowned tightly.
"This Zhao Hao is indeed too unlikeable!"
"Butler, go to the Zhao Mansion immediately and call Zhao Wenxiang over. It seems that I have to talk to him in person!"
The housekeeper quickly took the order.
Zhao Ling said angrily: "Clan leader, when Zhao Wenxiang comes later, you must speak clearly to him. That little beast Zhao Hao must pay the price."
"At least 30% of the dry wine and stock in his hand will be given to the family!"
"If he doesn't agree, then expel their family completely from the family!"
"I want to see how his dignified Lord Shi can hold his head high in court!"
After hearing this, Zhao Sheng hesitated again.
"Xiaosan, don't be impulsive. Expelling them from the family will not do any good to the family."
"Our main goal is to get the dry wine and dry stocks from Zhao Hao."
"This is business!"
Zhao Ling snorted: "What if Zhao Wenxiang just refuses to hand over?"
Zhao Sheng frowned and said: "With Zhao Wenxiang's feelings for the family, I believe he will agree. The problem still lies with Zhao Hao!"
"I'm worried that Zhao Hao won't listen to his father!"
"That kid is a bastard. Even if Zhao Wenxiang is his father, he may not listen to what he says!"
Zhao Ling said in a deep voice: "If that little bastard doesn't do it, just expel him from the family!"
"In short, today's matter must not be forgotten easily!"
"Wait a while when Zhao Wenxiang comes over. I want to ask him what his good-for-nothing son is going to do if he throws shit into the family!"
"Let's see how his dignified Lord Shi will end up!"
More than half an hour later, Zhao Wenxiang and Zhao Hao, father and son, finally arrived under the guidance of the housekeeper.
Zhao Hao knew that after doing this, he would definitely not be able to calm down tonight.
So after giving instructions to Lao Zhong, he went back to his house and told his father, Zhao Wenxiang, about the matter.
Zhao Wenxiang was very angry when he heard that the family had sent people to the first floor to throw excrement again.
But then, when he heard Zhao Hao say that he broke the legs of the person who came to throw excrement and threw excrement on the family gate, he stopped talking.
