One day later, the sky finally cleared up, and in the afternoon, Chen Sheng finally arrived back with seven or eight grain trucks.
"My boss, you are back." Chen Sheng and another young man stepped into Zhuangzi happily.
The horse stabbing, heavy rain, and the fact that Xu Mu rode his only old horse back in the rain made them extremely uncomfortable for a day or two.
"When I entered the city gate, the officers and soldiers stopped me again. I had no choice but to give me two taels of broken silver." Chen Sheng said in a steady tone, "Including the more than eighty taels I spent to buy grain, so far, I have only ten taels left. A few taels."
Xu Mu nodded without any dissatisfaction.
When he left Fengcheng, he left a whole hundred taels to Chen Sheng, and directly told the big man who drove the horse, he was so moved that he was speechless and choked.
"Si Hu, take people to unload the grain. Remember to make bowls of hot tea for the guys who are delivering the grain."
"Brother Mu, I understand."
Si Hu rubbed his shoulders and stood up. Yesterday's fight in the alley was a bit unsatisfying. Before he could exert enough strength, the twenty or thirty stickmen from Xifang turned around and ran away in fright.
"My boss, I saw something happened when I came back." Chen Sheng leaned over and spoke mysteriously.
"Did you see something happen?" Xu Mu was startled.
"Yes, dozens of knights on horseback wearing white robes, tied up with an unknown government official, ran past us."
"beated?"
"Where to fight? They are heroes. They don't beat people randomly. They asked me a few words and everything was fine."
Xia'er, to put it in clearer terms, are those heroes who rob the rich and give to the poor, and they probably know some martial arts. Whenever troubled times are coming, there will never be a shortage of people like this, there will only be more and more people.
"And he shouted poems."
"My boss, I have to think about that poem... The mountains and rivers are shrouded in mist and mist, and the dynasty can be cut down with one sword in ten years."
"My boss, this seems like anti-poetry."
"indeed."
Xu Mu took a breath, no wonder these heroes, I heard that there was a treacherous prime minister in the court, who missed many state affairs.
All in all, where there is oppression, there will be resistance.
Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes.
"Don't worry about this." Xu Mu frowned and urged Chen Sheng to help, unload the grain as soon as possible and make wine and ferment it earlier.
The world is in turmoil, and he is powerless to stop it. All he can do is try his best to survive with the more than twenty villagers who follow him.
"Brother Mu, the food is all unloaded."
Xu Mu responded and began to arrange the fermentation pots. There was not much time, and the wine market at the beginning of next month was coming soon.
If it were not blocked by the four major households, there would still be a few more days left.
"Everyone, you have worked hard these past two days. Once you take the drink order, my boss will definitely reward you with a reward."
"Hoo ho!"
The people in Zhuangzi were all laughing, and the movements of their hands were also speeding up.
…
Xifang.
On the cobblestoned walkway of the huge Lu family residence, two maids held hot water and eagerly walked into the east wing with small steps.
"Wait too much!" Lu Yuan raised his hand and slapped a maid down, then held the hot water and picked up the towel with a flattering smile like a woman.
"Zizhong, don't worry, the doctor has said that you will be fine in the next few days."
Lying on the quilt, Lu Zizhong's face turned slightly pale. Even if he was not dead, he was still in pain.
Plus losing face.
He was very unhappy.
"Have the two gangsters from Xifang come back?"
"I'm back..."
"How many were stabbed?"
"I didn't hit him... I was beaten back. The stickman on the other side of the ferry suddenly became aggressive."
Lu Zizhong groaned and leaned lazily on the bed.
"Third Uncle, I have already let the word out, and many people have heard it. If I can't move this poor third son, I really can't stay in Tangjiang City anymore."
"If not, I'll go get someone."
Lu Zizhong sighed, "Even if I invite someone, I can't invite someone from the official family. Third uncle should know that I will go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to serve as an official next year."
"There are not many leaders near Tangjiang City who can fight." Lu Yuan frowned, "It won't be long before there is a wine market at the end of the month in Tangjiang City."
"Zizhong, you don't know that there is something about that bastard Zui Tianxian. Back then, many people in Wangzhou City liked him very much."
"Third uncle, I'm asking about how to kill people. I don't like hearing this." Lu Zizhong was a little unhappy. If it weren't for his little boss Xu Mu, he would be walking around the garden with Hua Niang in his arms.
"I heard someone say... In the past two days, many chivalrous people have come near the inner city. These chivalrous people all carry swords at their sides. If you can invite them, they will come."
Lu Zizhong looked funny, "Those heroes, who claim to rob the rich and give to the poor, how could they help me?"
"Zizhong, don't forget." Lu Yuan's expression became solemn and he pointed in the direction of his head, "That one has many heroes."
It is already a consensus among everyone that the prime minister of the dynasty should raise eagles and dogs.
The words coming out of Lu Yuan's mouth at this moment made Lu Zizhong suddenly happy.
In this world, where there is light there is darkness, where there is white there is gray. If there are knights who kill government officials, there will be heroes who protect government officials.
"Third uncle, let's go."
Lu Zizhong rarely smiled. When Lu Yuan hurriedly walked out, he raised his head and laughed sadly a few times.
Tangjiang City is sunny.
The water level on the river has dropped by half the monument line again.
The boatman held the mugwort in his arms, shouted a slogan, and pushed the mugwort into the river. With only one long stroke, the boat moved forward a few steps.
It has the meaning of making a fortune.
For most of the day, in Xujiazhuang, seven or eight carts of grain were washed, boiled, stuffed with koji, and put into pottery vats for fermentation.
"Master, you have to sit still."
As nothing happened, Xu Mu asked Zhou Zun to take the four-oared river boat, loosened the boat pilings, and went straight into the river.
The small waves, like gentle palms, gently caressed the river boat. Together with the river breeze, Xu Mu felt comfortable all of a sudden.
Not far from the river, a small boat slowly pushed over. Two or three oirans were on the bow of the boat again, covering their faces with spring fans, and dancing gracefully again.
"My boss, Jun!"
Xu Mu smiled. He was sure that if the little maid at home dressed up well, she would probably be even more beautiful than these oirans.
Scholars on both sides of the Taiwan Strait began to chase the river boats, reciting poems they had prepared for many days and sending them into the wind.
The beauty was not taken, and the poems were crushed in the wind. The heartbroken scholar began to stamp his feet and beat his chest, as if he was crazy.
Xu Mu was sitting on the bow of the boat, already slightly drunk at dusk.
The life he wants is as simple as it is now.
There are no iron hoofs from the Di people, no darkness in the court, no cannibalistic households, and no ruthless rivers and lakes.
"The general will go seven hundred miles away!"
"Dead willows and withered grass are floating in the river of corpses!"
After shouting, Xu Mu laughed loudly, which shocked Zhou Zun behind him and quickly rowed back the river boat.
Some scholars who were closer began to scold Xu Mu.
Xu Mu didn't care. He laughed a few more times before letting out a comfortable breath. There was no prosperity in this bullshit world.
…
On the ship.
One of the oirans raised his head, glanced at Xu Mu, stopped fan dancing, said a somewhat awkward greeting, and walked towards the cabin.
