Zheng Haizhu dusted off the dirt on his body, took two steps forward, and asked the man in brown in a loud voice: "I don't know when I offended that Eunuch Wei. Are you the servants of his villa outside the palace?"
The man in brown sneered: "You bitch, you have offended the people in my father-in-law's house, and we are going to bring you bad luck."
The man in green robe stood in front of Zheng Haizhu again: "Don't be rude to this girl."
Zheng Haizhu glanced at the man's rather handsome profile, but instead of being amazed, he was muttering.
girl?
Regardless of my age, and considering that I wear such an obvious bun, how could you assume that I am a woman who has not left the government?
At this time, several monks hurriedly came from the direction of the Zen room. Among them is an old man with a white beard, wearing an ocher monk's robe. The cassock draped obliquely shines with luster and swastika texture in the sunlight.
"I am the abbot of this temple." The old monk's sharp eyes under his white eyebrows were like knives, gouging out the brown-clothed thug, "No matter where your master comes from, you don't want to cause trouble here and disturb the purity of Buddhism. It's up to you to leave on your own. Or should I ask my disciples to kidnap you and go to the Southern Patrol Hall to meet the military master?"
The man in brown clothes saw several more young monks gathering behind the old monk, and glanced at the servants of the young master in green robes. Then he snorted, pointed at Zheng Haizhu and said, "Wait, I'll take care of you later for grandma." Take it out.”
Zheng Haizhu said calmly: "Sometimes it's my father-in-law, and now it's my mother-in-law. I don't even know where it came from."
After she finished the last half of the sentence, she looked at the Wang family's secret whistle behind the little novice who was holding the broom horizontally.
The two secret sentries understood the meaning of the word "origin" and hid among the pilgrims who were watching the excitement not far away. Then they returned to the main hall, preparing to follow the guys in brown clothes who were cursing and retreating.
Over here, the host asked the man in green robes with concern: "Is Mr. Xu okay?"
Zhu Qianyu shook his head, and looked at Zheng Haizhu with a slightly embarrassed expression: "It turns out you are good at it, but I stuck out from behind and delayed you."
The old abbot monk continued: "Nv Tan Yue has a way of self-defense, which is really powerful, but Mr. Xu decisively rescues people, which is also a chivalrous act. Nv Tan Yue, Mr. Xu, often comes to the small temple to give alms and play the piano."
Zheng Haizhu said "Oh" and Fuli said: "Thank you, Master, for your chivalry and righteousness, and thank you Master for expelling the frivolous and cowardly disciples."
The abbot in brocade cassock put his palms together and said, "Today is the birthday of the Buddha. I will go to the front hall to perform the ceremony and say goodbye to the two Tan Yue."
Seeing a group of monks filing out of the Moon Cave Gate, Zheng Haizhu turned around and took off the baggage Hua Er was carrying and dug out a piece of silver.
"Mr. Xu, we were in a hurry just now and didn't stop the knife and scratched your sleeve. This is the money to compensate. Please accept it."
Zhu Qianyu was startled.
He received the report from Gu Qingquan a few days ago, and immediately made some improvised plans, setting up the scenario of a hero saving a beauty in a storybook. What he was thinking in his mind was that he would first establish friendship with the little granddaughter of the Zheng family.
Even though Zhu Qianyu had heard from Miao Ruiyun and Liu Shimin more than once, Zheng Haizhu was by no means a delicate little lady. He still didn't expect that when faced with him today, this woman who clearly had no martial arts skills could actually resist the enemy.
But after the storm calmed down for the first time, she turned out to be so indifferent to a man like her who showed first-class good looks. Her seemingly polite words contained a refusal to let strangers get close to her.
Zhu Qianyu pursed his lips, took the silver piece, handed it to the servant beside him, turned his eyes back, and said to Zheng Haizhu in Shen Rou's melodious voice: "It's disrespectful, I'll accept it."
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "My surname is Zheng. I open a warehouse in Beijing. Master Xu, just call me Shopkeeper Zheng."
Zhu Qianyu turned around with a mixture of concern and curiosity, and asked: "Oh? Just now, what did the bad guys say about the father-in-law and the mother-in-law, but shopkeeper Zheng offended them because of the palace market or something like that?"
Zheng Haizhu smiled slightly: "I think I just recognized the wrong person. By the way, judging from the accent, the young master is not from the capital, either?"
"My family has a small business and a few shops in Guangzhou."
Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, there are clearly one or two sharp sounds in this person's Mandarin. The concept of jian tuanyin was only proposed by linguists in the Qing Dynasty. Mingren herself may not be aware of it, but modern people like her who often listen to Kun Opera and Peking Opera are very sensitive.
Zheng Haizhu then did not conceal his interest in research, "Why does the young master's speech have a Jiangnan accent?"
Zhu Qianyu smiled and said: "Didn't Shopkeeper Zheng ask me if I am from Beijing? In fact, I am from Beijing, but not from Beijing, but from Nanjing. My ancestors originally lived in Nanjing, and later they came to the Guangdong area for business. At home. The elders miss their homeland the most, and the accents of their children and grandchildren also retain their old traces."
For the descendants of Jianwen, according to the rules of overseas royal families, Yingtian is the official capital of their Zhu family. Beijing is nothing, it is just the lair of usurpers. They were of the same line as Jianwen and would never call Yingtian "Nan" Beijing.
Today is the youngest granddaughter of the Zheng family, so I made an exception.
Then, he got his wish and saw that Zheng Haizhu's eyes became slightly more vivid.
"It turns out that they are all from the same hometown in Nanzhili, and they are all under the sect of Tao Zhugong. They are really destined. I would like to ask, what kind of goods does Mr. Xu's house do in Guangdong?"
"Mainly trading with foreign merchants. We trade Cantonese silk, Cantonese embroidery, porcelain, and tea with the Manchurian, Siamese, or Frankie people for pepper and spices. After getting the ship guide from the court, we have to take a boat to Haojing."
Zheng Haizhu smiled and said with fascination: "The business at the Young Master's house is a big deal. Although the goods my house sells are similar to those of your house, including fabrics and embroidery, they are just a little tossing along the canal. Just a living wage. Going to sea... I don’t dare to think about it, it’s too difficult.”
When Zhu Qianyu heard this, his heart was filled with excitement.
Uncles and nephews of Zheng Lang and Zheng Yi from Ningde and Minhai had long reported to him that Zheng Haizhu not only walked on the sea ship, but also exchanged black tea and spices with Yan Siqi, and sold firearms with Yu Zigao. It was done successfully.
However, at this moment, this woman concealed her own strength and showed a bit of humility and flattery.
What does it mean? This should mean that she has a tendency to cling to me, right?
Zhu Qianyu, who just a moment ago thought he was frustrated by her cold reception, just like the tortoise released in the pond in front of Fahua Temple, swooped away without a trace.
"Shopkeeper Zheng," Zhu Qianyu looked around and suggested in a cautious tone, "Shall I take you back to the shop with the servant at home? In case the bad guy hasn't gone far, something unexpected may happen."
Zheng Haizhu thought for a moment, pursed her lips and said, "Okay."
Half an hour later, Qin Fang stood in the alley in front of the "Zheng's Haoming" trading company, watching the rather decent carriage go away, and when he turned around, he met Zheng Haizhu's thoughtful gaze.
"Old Qin, do you remember the faces of Mr. Xu and his young man?"
Qin Fang's expression turned serious: "Madam, didn't you say that Mr. Xu came forward to save me?"
Zheng Haizhu smiled: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing the heart. Who knows if some corner of the world is coming out to commit deception? Lao Qin, don't you have to lift all the boxes of silk, tea, and spices here?" Next, you can’t just look at the superficial appearance, right? The same is true for recognizing people when encountering things. The more strange things and people are, the more careful you have to be."
Qin Fang nodded in agreement.
Hua Er accompanied Zheng Haizhu into the backyard. Zheng Haizhu asked the little girl: "Do you think Mr. Xu is weird?"
Hua Er rolled his eyes and said, "His family is a businessman, and he doesn't look like a nerd. He should have seen all kinds of people dress up. How could he call his wife a girl when he met her with a bun like this?"
"anything else?"
"Also...it's nothing."
Zheng Haizhu sat down and looked at Hua Er with a smile: "Also, he looks handsome, wears high-quality two-color satin, plays the piano in the Zen courtyard, is rich and elegant. But after he came out to fight against injustice, he treated me like this Jing Chai, an ordinary woman in a sarong who is already a little older and not as good-looking as those delicate girls, is so busy chatting that she doesn’t even play the piano anymore and is rushing to send us back. Could it be that it’s just because she heard that I am also a businessman? ? His self-reported business, the goods are similar to ours, and he boasts that he is better than us, why would he come to curry favor with us? "
Hua Erruo has some enlightenment.
"Hua Er," Zheng Haizhu took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, "those men who look particularly radiant are courting women like us for no reason. We must be more discerning. .”
"Well, Hua Er understands. By the way, Madam, what did the gang of thugs say about Eunuch Wei today? Did Madam ever offend him in the palace?"
Zheng Haizhu narrowed his eyes: "Even if there is a father-in-law named Wei who stands up for the guest, she should not be called Wei Chao. This is the real weirdness today."
(End of chapter)
