"Liu Zihua, Liu Zihua. Did Mrs. Liu's real name be Yang Ai, or was Yang Chao?"

A Ming Dynasty name flashed through Zhu Zilong's mind. Subconsciously, his face changed and blurted out and asked.

At this moment, the female boss in front of him looked surprised.

Then, after a while, she replied with a complicated expression: "The name of my family has indeed happened. However, Lord Zhu only returned from overseas not long ago. I wonder how he learned about it?"

Regarding Liu Zihua's rhetorical question, Zhu Zilong, who was extremely excited, had never thought about answering it, and just kept giggling for a few times.

(Liu Zihua, whose real name is Yang Ai, was a famous prostitute during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty. She was in the dust, but her heart was noble, but she had no fate and had to go with the flow.)

She doesn't like that kind of life of being drunk and dreaming, and she is determined to find opportunities to find relief. She hates the laughing career!

He once had a pure friendship with the famous Hangzhou scholar Chen Fengji, but was later taken away by a wealthy businessman.

There is a saying:

Wasting my youth for twenty years, and being proud of my pride of wind and dust;

It’s better to die in West Lake and win the green mountains to bury me.

Zhu Zilong was very curious. Logically speaking, Liu Zihua should be at the home of a wealthy businessman in Jiangnan. How could he appear in Shandong more than a year later?

In addition, who is the fifteen-year-old girl she helped with?

However, Zhu Zilong had just entered the inner room in the store and had no time to ask again or could not find a good reason to ask.

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed into the outside of the store. He shouted from a distance: "My niece Liu, you are too rough in your work, you have caused trouble!"

"You are kind-hearted for your uncle. In the past, you won't say that you sold grain at a fair price. This time, the price is even more affordable. It annoyed everyone in the industry. Be careful of the troubles coming to your door."

Seeing his uncle's words, Liu Zihua just lowered his head and said nothing.

However, the fifteen-year-old girl next to Liu Zihua said unconvincedly: "Sister did not do anything wrong. The food price in the city is really too high now. How can the people survive?"

The middle-aged man paused again and said, "This was negotiated by colleagues in the city, and the prices of grain are unified. My niece, the rules of the Chamber of Commerce. If you do this, you are taking the blame for the world."

After saying this, the middle-aged man thought about it and said worriedly: "Besides, the president of the grain store is from the Wang family now. Who is the Wang family? His ancestors have won several juren and served as officials. There is also his Cordifang on the east street. They have such a great influence in the local area. How can we, a foreign merchant, fight with them?"

As the saying goes, the people do not fight with officials, Liu Zihua said in a panic: "Uncle, what should we do?"

The fifteen-year-old girl persuaded, "Sister, don't be afraid, I have an official position in my family, but the territory is not right, so I'm a little far away. I should always have some face, right?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed: "Far-water cannot quench the near thirst. I think I should hurry up and restore the food price. Then the uncle sold this old face and explained it to the colleagues of the Chamber of Commerce. Finally, he should pay some fines. But this is already the lightest punishment, so I'm afraid..."

When Liu Zihua heard this, he lowered his head and said quietly. After a while, she murmured: "Can't we do business well? We must be so tangled with the flow..."

During this process, Comrade Zhu Zilong sat aside and listened. He finally understood what it was like to hoard and buy low and sell high in ancient times. He also saw the strictness and powerful influence of the rules of the guild in this era!

I used to hear that chambers of commerce and rural ancestors were in ancient times, and those who had great power could even determine their life and death directly. He still didn't believe it, but now he believes it.

However, as half of the emperor (Emperor Tianqi is his clone), Zhu Zilong's original body is a big tyrant near Yantai. If he ignores such a thing, then his surname will not be Zhu!

What's more, this matter is related to his plan, so we must not only take care of it, but also take care of it.

At that moment, he had just flashed into the inner room and came out again, smiling and said, "Miss Liu is honest in management, Zhu admires it. There is no need to worry about this, I have my own way!"

The middle-aged man noticed that Zhu Zilong and others came out of the inner room (the tiger was in the backyard and did not follow him). He said in confusion: "What are these?"

Liu Zihua reluctantly smiled and said, "Uncle, I almost forgot, my niece will introduce you to you..."

But at this moment.

Outside the store, there was a sudden burst of people and pedestrians dodged. With a fierce momentum, several businessmen rushed in with a group of strong men, each with sticks in his hands.

The leader shouted: "Liu Zihua, you are too much. You are raising the price openly, but do you take the Chamber of Commerce seriously?"

"Severely cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents... you should not let them go." A thug next to him loudly attached.

The middle-aged man stopped Liu Zihua in a hurry and shook his hands repeatedly and said, "Misunderstanding, these are all misunderstandings. Please listen to my explanation. We are preparing to restore the original price!"

However, the group did not listen to the explanation at all.

He shouted: "Don't waste any more, everyone smashed the rice shop. Give him some lessons!"

This posture is even more impressive than that of modern urban management. The situation is so tight that Liu Zihua is so scared that he loses his appearance. The fifteen-year-old girl is also screaming.

Seeing that the group of people's sticks were about to hit the rice bucket in the store, Zhu Zilong swept it out and was the first to take action.

I heard a loud bang!

It was not that the rice bucket was broken, but the thugs in front of him, who made Zhu Zilong sweep over with his legs and flew back a few meters and smashed into the rotten bucket outside.

Everyone was immediately quiet, and the men who rushed up also stood there blankly.

(It is estimated that the modern world-class boxing champion is coming, and there is not much possibility. He can sweep three or four people out with one punch or one leg and get out a few meters to the air!)

Generally speaking, martial arts practitioners can use long fists to knock people away.

But it is not just a knock-off, but more like a push-off. If it is a pure knock-off, from a physical perspective, we can refer to the car hitting people. Those who can fly eight meters away are basically dead. It is difficult for people to have such great explosive power by relying solely on their muscles. What's more, how many people should be knocked away at the same time?

Perhaps in ancient times, there were only the legendary Guan Gong, Lu Bu, Ma Chao, etc. The following famous generals who omitted several names could do it!

At this moment, Zhu Zilong's POSS action of beating people has not been recovered.

Ma Xiaosan came up to find the boss's mighty power, and went up to shout, "You fools, you are evil and do everything. Whoever dares to come forward now, my elder brother will do his best today!"

The other salt men immediately stood behind Zhu Zilong and stared at the thugs.

At that time, the salt men led by Zhu Zilong had all seen blood and killed people.

The murderous aura that appeared on them made everyone frightened. The thugs all shrank their bodies out, and the leaders also swallowed their saliva involuntarily.
Chapter completed!