Zhou Zheng read a book for a long time in the evening, but he woke up very early.

As yesterday, he went downstairs to look around and walked towards the bun shop not far away.

Zhou Zheng seemed to have forgotten that there were still people who were surveillance. As always, he sat down at the bun shop and smiled and said to the boss: "A tray of buns and a bowl of soy milk."

"Okay." The boss responded, quickly prepared it for Zhou Zheng, and brought it to the table.

Zhou Zheng took a sip of soy milk, prepared the sauce and vinegar, and was about to eat it. Suddenly, a young man sat opposite Zhou Zheng carelessly and shouted, "Boss, take it away with two drawers of buns."

"Okay." The boss responded.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the young man and continued to eat buns.

The young man raised one foot on the chair, looked frivolous, glanced around, and turned his right hand toward Zhou Zheng.

It was a token with the word "Yu" on it, which was very similar to Zhou Zheng's.

Zhou Zheng looked motionless and was eating buns as usual.

The young man whispered: "Mr. Zhou, Governor Wei has encountered trouble in Huai'an Prefecture and is already on his way back."

Zhou Zheng noticed something keenly and said, "What does it have to do with what I'm facing now?"

The young man looked frivolous and shaky, but his eyes were cold, "It should be all salt merchants. They have set their sights on Lord Zhou's weekly diary. They may want to get it, and they also want to use Lord Zhou to kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

Zhou Zheng picked up the soy milk and took a sip, and said, "Well, I understand."

"Your two-drawer buns." At this time, the boss walked over quickly.

The young man took the money and left strode.

Zhou Zheng looked at his back and frowned unconsciously.

Wei Xizhuang only touched the salt class for a moment and caused such a big rebound. Even Wei Xizhuang was forced to turn around. This shows that the salt administration of the Ming Dynasty has been completely corroded, and the forces related to the salt class have expanded to this level!

The administration of the Ming Dynasty was in chaos and hopeless, and this place was not inferior, and it was still a bit worse!

Zhou Zheng looked up and looked at a shop opposite. In front of a shop opposite, there was a man pretending to be picking up the cloth.

This strong man seemed to be picking up cloth, but he kept looking back at Zhou Zheng. Seeing Zhou Zheng coming, he looked at Zhou Zheng, looked at Zhou Zheng, turned his head as if nothing had happened, and continued to pretend to pick up cloth.

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but smile and turned to the owner of the bun shop and said, "Boss, take seven portions of buns and soy milk."

"Okay." The boss was very busy and agreed as he heard it.

It was packed soon and handed a bag of oil paper to Zhou Zheng, saying, "Customer, your buns and soy milk."

Zhou Zheng took out money from his arms and walked straight towards the strong man with a grease paper bag.

The strong man saw Zhou Zhenglai, his expression tightened, but he did not move. Instead, he turned around and waited for Zhou Zheng to come over.

Zhou Zheng walked closer, looked at him, then looked at the cloth behind him, and said, "The quality of these cloths is a little worse, not as good as that of Jiangnan."

The strong man's face flashed in panic and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know what you said."

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Take good things to Mr. Qi."

After saying that, Zhou Zheng turned around and walked towards Zhou Ji.

The strong man's face could no longer be tense, his eyes were panicked, and his expression was gloomy.

He didn't expect that Zhou Zheng had found them. After all, it was not their territory in the capital. Zhou Zheng could have transferred so many people from the Censorate that day, and it would definitely be OK today!

The strong man suddenly felt a chill on his back and said to himself: Not good, Seventh Master!

Zhou Zheng could find them, which means that Zhou Zheng might also know where he lives!

The strong man turned around and left quickly, and soon ran away, and was extremely anxious.

The frivolous young man who was squatting in a dark corner was watching the strong man turn his head and run away. He was stunned at first, then looked at Zhou Zheng's back, threw away the buns and soy milk in his hand, and quickly chased after him.

Zhou Zheng didn't know the scene behind him, so he put the oil paper bag on the counter and said to the six guys: "Your breakfast."

The older one looked at the oil paper bag, showed a embarrassed expression, rubbed his hands and said, "I've always asked my boss to spend money, how can I be embarrassed."

Zhou Zheng waved his hand and went straight upstairs.

Zhou Zheng basically spent his spare time practicing calligraphy and reading books, and this time is no exception.

The strong man hiked to the inn where they were. After observing that there was nothing unusual, he then suppressed his nerves and quickly walked into the inn.

The frivolous young man looked at the name of the inn, snorted and stood quietly at a corner, watching quietly.

The strong man went up the second floor and came to a room. Hearing the flirting sound of the men and women inside, hesitated, knocking on the door, and whispered: "Seventh Master."

The room was quiet for a moment, and a dissatisfied voice came out: "What's the matter?"

The strong man said: "Seventh Master, Zhou Zhengyun already knew that we were staring at him and pointed out the Seventh Master's name. I'm afraid he already knew that we were staying here."

It was quiet for a while and said coldly: "So what if you know, arrange it and do things tonight. We will leave the capital early tomorrow morning."

The strong man's face relaxed and he said in a deep voice: "It's the Seventh Young Master."

The strong man turned around and left. Before he could walk a few steps, the woman's smirk came from the room again.

The frivolous young man leaned against the corner and observed the inn, and soon his expression was strange.

This inn was booked down, and people observed the surroundings from time to time from time to time, very vigilant.

The young man touched his chin and said to himself: "Is this group of people so vigilant?"

Immediately, the young man's expression changed suddenly and

The shape shrinks backward.

I saw ten people walking out of the inn, dressed in a generous servant, and walked out one after another, heading towards the south of the city.

The young man walked quietly from another road with a serious face.

Not long after lunch, the weekly diary shop began to get busy.

The counter is divided into three, with three guys collecting money in the front and shipping goods, and the three guys at the back are picking up and distributing goods, so busy that they don’t touch the ground and have no spare time.

The team is still very long, and many people are anxious and looking forward to it.

The cheapest ones sold in Weekly Records are limited in quantity. They are afraid that they will be snatched away by the second dealers and will be sold at a higher price.

Some servants are even second-hand dealers in order to discount them.

She finally got a 17 or 18-year-old woman. She was very excited and saved a long time to get twenty cents. She had long been very eager for this magical facial mask in other people's population, and now she can finally buy it.

She put down twenty cents, took the mask and wash water, looked excited, and then nervously handed over a note in her hand, whispering: "Someone asked me to send it to your boss."

The guy was stunned at first, and quickly took it over. When the guy behind him was delivering the goods, he stuffed it over and whispered: "A woman from 18 or 17 years old said she was for the boss."

The guy was also stunned and quickly reacted. While picking up the goods, he sent it to Liu Liuzhe in the warehouse and said, "Manager Liu, someone gave it to the boss outside."

Liu Liuzhe looked at the unformed note, blinked, took it and said, "Who is it?"

The guy said: "A woman of seventeen or eighteen years old."

Liu Liuzhe thought for a while and said, "I understand, you go."

The guy agreed and started to get busy again.

Liu Liuzhe looked at the note in his hand again and left the warehouse to go up the second floor.

At this time, Zhou Zheng was still practicing calligraphy. Now he only wrote the word "Yong", with a focused and serious expression, and no sound could be heard in his ears.

Liu Liuzhe walked quietly to the front, looked at Zhou Zheng's word ending, and then said, "Second Young Master, someone sent a note outside."

Zhou Zheng was stunned, put down his pen, took it over and said, "Who is it?"

Liu Liuzhe said: "My man said he is a 17 or 18-year-old woman."

Zhou Zheng had already spread the note and looked at it with a slightly cold look. He then looked up and said, "Have you taken over the economical person?"

When Liu Liuzhe saw Zhou Zheng's expression, he suddenly realized something, and his face turned solemn, saying, "Don't worry, Second Young Master, I have seen it, there are ten people in total, just hidden in the rice shop not far away, I can come with just a greeting."

Zhou Zheng nodded and pondered, "There are almost ten people, don't make a sound."

Liu Liuzhe looked at Zhou Zheng and said worriedly: "Second Young Master, do you want to add more people?"

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "The capital is at the foot of the emperor. No matter how they become kings and domineering in Jiangnan, they will not be too presumptuous here, so there is no need to worry so much."

Liu Liuzhe then relaxed a little and said, "Well, I'll listen to the second young master."

Zhou Zhengdao: "Don't say to others, everything is as usual."

"Okay." Liu Liuzhe agreed, although he was still a little uneasy, he was still busy.

Zhou Zheng sat down and looked at the note. The signature was the word "Yu".

The content is that those Jiangnan people are ready to attack him and remind him to be careful.

Zhou Zheng knew who sent him a letter, and there was a sneer in his eyes.

If you want to kidnap and extort in the capital, these people are rampant and endless!

Zhou Zheng sat on the chair, thought about it, and said to himself: "Since you can't wait, I also want to see how hard your backstage is..."

Zhou Zheng let out a sigh of relief, calmed down, picked up the pen again, and practiced writing.

The sale of Zhouji’s shop is about to end soon, with fewer people and less lively than it was at the beginning.
To be continued...