It’s not that Zheng Xiu was really mad and fell into the realm of animals to steal other people’s wives.
This "hatred of seizing a wife" must have started a few years ago.
About five years ago, it was the twelfth lunar month in the twenty-seventh year of Zun'an.
The general background at that time was that the emperor was working hard to govern and develop the economy.
Zheng Xiu took advantage of the situation and took advantage of good policies to expand his business.
This made the Zheng family, who was already a wealthy family, even worse.
It was also that year, the second anniversary of the opening of Heaven and Earth.
As for Shi Wentong, he had a wife and two concubines at home, but no heirs.
As soon as he was promoted to doctor, he thought of using a happy event to facilitate another event, so that double happiness would come to his door.
However, there are rumors circulating that a famous doctor once asserted that Shiwen Tong had a weak yang and a weak essence. If he wanted to stay in the future, it would be difficult to reach the sky... unless he borrowed a seed.
At that time, Zheng Xiu was drinking tea in a private room with several friends in the industry. When talking about this incident, Zheng Xiu sprayed a mouthful of tea on the table and stopped laughing.
Shi Wentong was already sixty years old five years ago. His yang deficiency was visible to the naked eye, so there was no need for an expert to diagnose him.
However, Shi Wentong was old-hearted and still refused to give up. He did not believe in the evil and wanted to take a third concubine.
He fell in love with Jing Xuemei, the daughter of the Jing family, who was a wealthy businessman with a small status in the imperial city at that time.
Shi Wentong asked a matchmaker to lobby Jing's father. Jing's father was overwhelmed by the many benefits, so he gritted his teeth and agreed to this happy event.
At that time, being able to climb into the officialdom was a good thing that many businessmen could only dream of. If you could get a title with one operation, it would be hereditary, which would be enough for the next few generations of the Jing family to sit back and relax.
Originally, this kind of certain thing was not uncommon in the imperial city circles, and logically it would not have affected a young and promising wealthy businessman like Zheng Xiu.
But on a night with goose down snow, Jing Xuemei was wearing a thin snow-white skirt and curled up in front of the door of heaven and earth, looking like a homeless stray dog.
"Excuse me, Master Zheng, is he in business with little girls?"
she asked.
Jing Xuemei has been waiting here for Boss Zheng to show up.
Zheng Xiu looked at Jing Xuemei for the first time at that time. She was just like her name. Her stern features were like a proud plum blossom in the snow, making people afraid to get close to her. And that figure is also as plump as it should be, and as moist as it should be. In the eyes of the matchmaker, it is obvious that it belongs to the kind of embryo that is easy to reproduce. No wonder Shiwen Tong wanted to have a child like crazy and wanted to take her as a concubine.
Zheng Xiu: "Oh? What kind of deal?"
Jing Xuemei: "Sell me."
Zheng Xiu narrowed his eyes: "You?"
Jing Xuemei nodded: "I don't sell my body to perform my art."
Zheng Xiu was well-informed and knew that Jing Xuemei was going to marry Shi Wentong, and secretly thought that this was a hot potato. But Boss Zheng pretended not to know, looked at Jing Xuemei with a serious business expression, and asked: "I don't want to sell my life if I'm an artist, how can you do that?" What art?"
Jing Xuemei said: "Play the flute."
Zheng Dashan was stunned at that time and hesitated whether to ask what Xiao it was.
Seeing Zheng Xiu's expression, Jing Xuemei thought he didn't believe it, so she immediately took out her muxiao and wanted to blow it.
"No need to brag." Zheng Xiu turned around, looked at Er Niang, and nodded: "Signed."
"Mr. Zheng, my little girl has a heartfelt request."
"I said you didn't want to hear it and you just stopped talking?"
"...Can the price on the deed of sale be written as one million?"
"Are you sure? One million, unless I die, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave heaven and earth for the rest of your life."
Jing Xuemei knelt in front of Zheng Xiu in the snow, kowtowed hard, and said while kowtowing: "I beg Master Zheng to grant me my wish!"
Zheng Xiu had never heard of such a request at that time, and he actually took the initiative to raise the price of his own life to death. But Zheng Xiu thought about it and understood Jing Xuemei's thoughts, sighed and agreed to the matter, and just did a good deed that day.
What happened later was also very simple. When Shi Wentong heard about this, he brought people to investigate. When he saw the "one million" on the deed of sale, his face turned blue. He held his chest and breathed for a long time in front of the door of heaven and earth, and finally became angry. Leave.
According to his salary, rewards and food at that time, it was only more than 800 taels per month. Not to mention that he didn't have one million. If he really had it, he wouldn't dare to show it.
Five years later, Jing Xuemei’s stage name is now “Bobo”.
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After walking out of the dungeon, Zheng Xiu had suffered for a day and a night. The last bit of dazzling dusk sunlight made Zheng Xiu subconsciously raise his hand to cover it for a moment.
In the distance, more than ten elite soldiers formed a circle, in which Shi Wentong was waiting for a banquet.
Shi Wentong was nearly seventy years old. He was wearing a luxurious fur-collared coat and was sitting in the upper seat. From a distance, he saw Zheng Xiu who was not wearing prison uniform and even had his restraints removed. He was stunned for a moment, but soon he smiled again. .
Zheng Xiu stepped forward with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and made a gesture of saluting, saying: "Master Shit, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still have the same style!"
Although Shi Wentong was a little official, his smile seemed approachable. He stood up to greet the guests and prepared to support him: "Oh, brother Zheng, there is no need to be polite. Shi thought that brother Zheng would have a sad face when he was in trouble. Unexpectedly, today When I see you, your demeanor and appearance are like a tiger returning to the mountain, oh, look at your demeanor, you are even better than before."
Shi Wentong supported this, but not completely. In fact, before his hand touched Boss Zheng, Boss Zheng raised his hand: "Where is it! Master Shit is the one. Look, Master Shit, your face is radiant and your skin is as tender as rejuvenated. If Zheng is not mistaken, no matter what In a few months, it’s time for Mr. Shit’s wedding banquet!”
"Hehehe, then I take Brother Zheng's good advice! But Mr. Shi is afraid that Brother Zheng may not have the opportunity to drink it."
Zheng Xiu: "What a pity."
Shi Wentong smiled and asked Zheng Xiu to sit down, but the corners of his eyebrows couldn't stop twitching. Zheng Xiu flicked his long sleeves and sat down happily.
Scar Laoliu sent Zheng Xiu here, and of course he would not go in to guard him. He knows to listen to what should be heard and not to listen to what should not be heard.
At this time, he remembered the wine Zheng Xiu had prepared in advance and was about to ask Boss Zheng if he wanted to bring it up. Boss Zheng's next voice was raised a bit: "Brother Six, Mr. Shit doesn't like wine, so there's no need to bring those two bottles. Besides," Zheng Xiu looked back at Shi Wentong and said with a smile:
"Although Mr. Shit is strong and strong, he is still old after all. What bad things happened if I accidentally let Mr. Shit drink those two jugs of strong liquor? Wouldn't I, Zheng, become a sinner? Either way, or else!"
"Cough cough cough cough -" Shi Wentong coughed violently in the wind.
What he said was more than just the hatred of seizing his wife. When Scar Lao Liu saw it, he was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead and he hurried away.
Zheng Xiu ignored him and looked at the dishes on the table. Although the dishes on the table were not exquisitely carved and were obviously prepared casually, the chicken, duck and fish were considered big fish and meat. Zheng Xiu happened to be hungry, so he ate with his chopsticks, making a "sizzling" sound in his mouth with relish.
Shi Wentong took a sip of water to feel relieved. He watched Zheng Xiu, the richest man in the city, cheating on food and drink. He thought that Zheng Xiu couldn't afford to eat such light food. He was like a punch on cotton. I don’t know where to direct my strength.
Blowing his beard and staring at Boss Zheng as he ate most of the fat chicken, Shi Wentong forced a smile and said, "Brother Zheng is really big-hearted. Are you not afraid that this dish is poisonous?"
With his mouth full, Zheng Xiu answered vaguely: "In front of everyone, Zheng and Mr. Shit had dinner together under the moon. If Zheng accidentally bites off his tongue and dies on the spot, you will also be in trouble. You have to block so many people." I’m afraid it’s not easy for people’s mouths. Besides, Mr. Shit has a broad mind and a capacity as large as the sea. How can he care about the trivial things back then?”
Zheng Xiu's words were always about "the hatred of seizing his wife". No matter how green Shi Wentong's face was, he couldn't stand it.
"Besides," Zheng made a repair: "If you really got married five years ago, Master Shit knew it, but you might not be able to get pregnant. Of course, Master Shit won't hold grudges."
Shi Wentong couldn't bear it anymore. He slapped the table and stood up, shouting: "That's enough!"
Zheng Xiu had just finished eating, so he elegantly took out a clean silk scarf from his arms and wiped his mouth.
"Yes, enough is enough."
"A big tree attracts the wind, brother Zheng! Don't you understand why people push down a tree when it falls?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and said, "Sir, don't talk nonsense. This old tree in the Zheng family is still growing well."
"Hey..." Swen Tong lowered his voice and sneered: "Do you really think that the person behind you can still protect you?"
Zheng Xiu replied abruptly: "Even if a tree falls, it still has roots. The spring breeze blows and grows again."
"Hahaha, what I'm most afraid of is that the roots of your Zheng family will also be uprooted!"
"Do you understand the value of Zheng's sign?" Zheng Xiu pointed at Shi Wentong with a dissatisfied look on his face. In Shi Wentong's stunned eyes, Zheng Xiu turned around and walked away: "Why did you come to eat this meal with Zheng today? Even Mr. Shi himself may still be in the dark and confused."
"Even if the weather changes, the Zheng family's sign can keep out a lot of rain."
"Zheng originally thought that the person behind you came to win over him personally. If you came, the implication is that there is no need to win over. Let Zheng be at ease and don't be too smart and seek death."
"It's just that Master Shit, if it were in the past, Zheng wouldn't be afraid, let alone now?"
Zheng Xiu said something that only he could understand. At the end, he smiled and said goodbye to Shi Wentong: "Thank you Master Shi for the banquet. If Zheng really died in prison unjustly one day, I hope Master Shi will ignore the past grievances and come to Zheng's grave." Come visit.”
"Zheng wishes Mr. Shi good health and a long life, but don't live shorter than Zheng."
