"Why are you coming back?"

Seeing the old servant entering Datongpu, Wang Shiqilang, who was sitting on the mat and sulking, shouted loudly.

"Just change your surname to Cheng! You won't recognize who is your master anyway!"

"Sir, this matter is nothing but a child's play." The old servant Su Rong said, "Stop playing nonsense."

"Nonsense? Do you believe what that woman said?" Wang Shiqilang jumped up and shouted, "Did you hear what that woman said? Listen to her words and follow her rules? Bah!"

Wang Qishilang gasped and stared angrily.

"I want to see what will happen if I don't listen to her."

The old servant's heart skipped a beat.

What will happen if you don’t listen to her? It will definitely not be good...

Normally, when people encounter trouble, they will find ways to avoid it, but she is better, she directly exposes the person who caused the trouble, and the trouble is not just coming, but just starting to show signs...

A teenage girl can be so smart, quick-witted, and decisive. No wonder she can make an elderly general like Mr. Zhou cry in front of her.

She is such a young lady, and this marriage is a treasure.

"Why are you laughing?"

After Wang Shiliang finished speaking, no one responded. When he looked up again, he saw the old servant grinning, and he became even more furious.

Are you just making fun of yourself again?

He was laughed at by that fool, beaten by that fool's servants, and laughed at by his own servants!

"You just stay here and follow that woman, I'm leaving now."

Another trick of running away from home.

The old servant winked at everyone, and the entourage immediately came up to surround him out of habit. Those who hugged their legs and arms, howled and begged for comfort, finally calmed them down. They were coaxed to wash up and change clothes, but they also disliked the hard and smelly Datong shop.

Ken was sleeping, and just as he was trying to settle down, there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, it turned out to be an entourage from the Zhou family.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Shiqilang shouted with eyes wide open.

"My wife will let you pass." The Zhou family's entourage said with an arrogant look.

In the past? Now that I think about admitting my mistake? I'm afraid? It's too late!

Wang Qishilang spat.

"Go away." He cursed simply.

Sure enough, the Zhou family's entourage turned around and ran away, but the old servant had already rushed to catch him.

"Brother, what do you want me to do?" he asked with a respectful smile.

"My lady said that it might not be safe for you to live here." The Zhou family attendant said slowly, "But my lady also said that it's up to you whether you want to go or not."

Unsafe?

The old servant shivered.

"Oh, oh, oh, she really thinks she is a prophet? Let's just say it won't rain..." Wang Shiqilang yelled, choking in the middle of the sentence. It seems that it really didn't rain... Anyway, it's just a coincidence.

, "What about being unsafe? Who does she think she is?"

He wanted to say something else, but saw that the old servant had turned around.

"Pack your things and go to Mrs. Cheng's place," he said.

The followers immediately responded and began to pack their things hurriedly.

"What are you doing? What's your last name?"

Wang Shiqilang's yelling and cursing penetrated the room and cut through the inn where the night was deep but not yet dark.

…………………………..

"I didn't expect that idiot Feng was so smart... He actually escaped. It seems that we can only let him into the city."

"Going to the city? This idiot Feng has a good handle on the investigation. When he comes to the city, you and I will die!"

In a village not far from the inn, in a courtyard near the edge of the village, there were still lights in the house, and two figures were reflected in the window, one was sitting and the other was pacing back and forth.

If the little official who was beaten half to death by Feng Lin were here at this time, he would recognize that one of them is the secretary of the Taicang Road Transfer Department and the other is a tax collector.

The tax collector paced back and forth, his face gloomy.

The secretary's expression was calm and he was still drinking tea from a tea bowl.

"The timing and everything were perfect, how could it not happen?" He asked, "Did Liu Zhong make his own decisions? This kid always likes to add superfluous things due to his cleverness."

"Probably not. As far as people are concerned, it's mainly because a group of people appeared out of nowhere and started fighting." The tax collector said angrily, gritting his teeth viciously, "No matter where he comes from, as long as he comes from my territory in Taicang

If you have been there, please give me a good long-lasting memory!"

"It's okay to fight against each other. I originally told them to make a big fuss and stir up public opinion." The secretary said, his tone was slow and unhurried, "It's just that this idiot Feng is not as stupid as the rumors say.

It was our misjudgment."

Seeing that the clerk was not only not in a hurry, but also smiling, the tax collector snorted, lifted up his clothes and sat down.

"He can check accounts and is not an idiot. Wouldn't it be more difficult to deal with him?" he said. "If we let him enter the city, our Taicang Road will be completely empty."

The clerk slowly stroked the tea bowl.

"That's really tragic." He sighed, as if he had seen such a scene. Officials were picked out one by one, stripped of their official robes, and escorted to prison, with a pitiful expression.

"Just tell me what to do! Everyone in the city is waiting." The tax collector said anxiously.

"What should I do?" The clerk smiled slightly, leaned forward and lowered his voice, "It's better to be miserable alone than to be miserable with so many people, right?"

The clerk was polite and polite, but the tax collector knew that this clerk, who had worked in the Transportation Department for thirty years, was not what he appeared to be.

"Then what do you mean..." The tax collector also leaned over and asked in a low voice.

The clerk suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched his neck.

On a mid-autumn night, the weather was cool and cool, and the clerk's long and thin hand was really like a blade when it crossed the tax collector's neck.

The tax collector shivered and froze away, letting out a muffled cry in his throat.

Seeing the success frightened him, the clerk laughed.

The tax collector was a little annoyed, annoyed that the man was scaring him, and angry that he was showing timidity in front of others.

"What are you doing?" he shouted unhappily.

"Let's do this." The clerk said with a smile.

The tax collector touched his neck and came to his senses, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Kill the imperial officials?" he shouted.

The clerk looked at him.

The tax collector hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Are you crazy?" he whispered, "that is a serious crime punishable by death and imprisonment."

"Then, it's better for others to die than to die yourself." The clerk said slowly.

The tax collector looked uncertain and subconsciously touched his neck without saying anything.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. People who die are not necessarily killed. It can be an accident, just like the fire in the Wuzhou Warehouse." The clerk said slowly, "We can naturally make Taicang's people happy.

The management department is trying to light a fire, but this kind of trick is too passive, and it will also give Feng idiot an excuse. Instead of doing this, it would be better..."

"Let the inn light a fire?" the tax collector said subconsciously.

"Wang Da is really smart, what a good idea." The clerk immediately extended his finger and praised with a smile.

The tax collector reached out and opened his hand.

"Goodbye, Cao Ba, please don't put this label on me. Whoever comes up with the solution knows it." He said angrily.

"Don't worry, if this matter is done, no one will be held accountable." The clerk smiled and sat cross-legged, "It's dry today and the Xiaofanggang Station is in disrepair. It's not normal to catch a fire.

Something?"

The tax collector sat silent.

"Besides, the superiors won't let this fire be pursued." The clerk lowered his voice and said, "Several people in the Shenbing camp were greeted by people from the court in advance, otherwise you think we can instigate the move?

Feng Guazi likes to point fingers every day, and some people have long been dissatisfied with him."

The tax collector nodded and relaxed slightly.

The clerk smiled lightly and picked up the tea bowl.

"It's easiest to solve it at the inn." He said, paused for a moment, and lowered his voice, "The transfer envoy also thinks so."

Lord Transporter!

The tax collector's eyes widened, and he immediately reached out to cover his mouth, as if he was the one who spoke just now.
To be continued...