Atong Zhengdian, a hero, fell for a beauty.

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The spring breeze blows, swallows return, peach and apricot blossoms are charming;
I steer the boat, he rows, cutting through the waters of West Lake.
Spring is in full bloom, spring hearts are warm, willow leaves droop listlessly;
our eyes meet, we are captivated by each other, I am intoxicated by him. The song, soft and gentle, breaks the silence of West Lake in the spring dawn, like a cotton swab cleaning one's ears, leaving one
mesmerized and completely mesmerized! Even the early birds, eager to eat insects, are captivated. West Lake, stretching thirty miles, boasts a collection of scenic spots, historical sites, and cultural relics, with mountains and water, never monotonous, inviting both the wise and the virtuous to explore its beauty. West Lake, a representative of China's magnificent landscape, a true "masterpiece of God." Any resemblance to other lakes is purely coincidental and not worth considering. In the spring dawn of West Lake, a thin mist shrouds the lake, painted boats line up, moored on the west bank, in tranquility, only the soft song echoes across the water. The singing suddenly abruptly stopped, followed by a sickeningly sweet voice: "Ugh! No! Young master, didn't you say you just wanted to listen to me sing?" The voice was so sweet and cloying, it gave one goosebumps and made one's heart itch with desire! Then came a clear, bright voice: "If West Lake were compared to a pearl, it would be beautiful whether adorned or plain. This was plain adorned before, now it's adorned with heavy makeup." A burst of laughter followed. "Ugh! Young master, keep your voice down! It's embarrassing to disturb others!" "Okay! Okay! Quiet! Quiet!" Even at the lowest whisper, the rustling sound of clothes being undressed could still be heard. It sent a surge of heat through one's body, making one's heart flutter. Then came a crisp "Spring Betel Nut Wine!" "Ugh! Be gentle! I can't take it!" "Haha! Then you do it yourself! You can choose the intensity and pace." The voice had barely faded when the pleasure boat in the middle of the lake began to rock violently, ripples spreading across the surface and breaking the stillness. Soon, the rocking intensified, the noises grew louder. Pleasure boats moored near the banks also began to rock. Early birds chirped and twittered. Whether they were protesting or cheering, the tranquility of West Lake in spring dawn was shattered by this "youthful march," like a beautiful woman suddenly awakening from a deep sleep, stretching. Having stretched , she began to dance! The pleasure boat seemed to be in the midst of a raging storm, on the verge of capsizing, yet the passionate "Love Pearl" twisted and turned fearlessly. The pleasure boats on both banks rocked even more violently. Suddenly, a girl's scream rang out from a painted boat moored on the right bank: "A hurricane!" This was followed by a man's gruff shout: "Damn it, 'wind' my foot! You've never eaten pork, but you've seen pigs walk! Damn it! You've been living in vain!'" "This… what else could it be?" "Damn it! Listen for yourself." *Snap!* A crisp sound, followed by: "Ouch! Crack!" "Damn it! Is that the sound?" "Yes! Yes! Mr. Shi, you'll have to 'charge' extra later!" "Damn it! I didn't ask you for 'tuition' for the extra charge, and you dare ask me for 'extra charges'? This is like a temple airing its undergarments, a truly bizarre tale!" "Yes! Mr. Shi, I'm putting in extra effort, so please give me some money!" "Alright! Alright! Damn it! You might as well change your surname to Shi and charge for your name!" "Gege! Good! As long as you call me that, sir, what does it matter if my surname is 'Shit'? Gegege..." "Damn it! You slut, how dare you insult sir!" "Slap!" The girl was immediately rewarded with "five hundred". "Oh dear! Master Shi, my apologies! I won't do it again!" "Damn it! Roll it away, take the money!" "Waaah! Waaah... Master Shi, I won't do it again!" "Damn it! What are you crying about so early in the morning?!" "Waaah... Master Shi, I won't cry anymore! But please, please don't tell Aunt Li..." "Damn it! What are you doing, trying to take my silk robe? You think you can afford to take it?!" At this moment, everyone in the nearby pleasure boats was awakened, and a burst of angry curses immediately rang out. This was understandable; who would want to be woken up in their sleep? Amidst the curses, people in every pleasure boat immediately looked towards the "stormy" pleasure boat in the center of the lake, "stormy yet full of confidence," still rocking incessantly. "Damn it! It's that blind fool... Ah..." A white light, indeed, a white light! A beam of white light shot out from the right awning of the pleasure boat in the middle of the lake, striking the man more than fifty feet away in the throat with incredible accuracy. All trouble stemmed from his outspokenness; his words were a curse. Who told him to be so loud-mouthed? A short dagger flew more than ten feet, striking him squarely in the throat. Such strength and sharp eyesight were truly astonishing, especially considering the attacker was "doing business" in the middle of the night! The surroundings immediately fell silent! However, not long after, a murmur of discussion arose. Suddenly, a clear, melodious chant came from the pleasure boat in the middle of the lake: "In the verdant fields, spring enters the distant mountains, green surrounds all; I follow the scattered red blossoms through the willow lanes, I sit wearily on the mossy rocks by the flowing water; Do not refuse a full cup of wine, lest a petal be blown away by the wind; Moreover, it is a fine day for Qingming Festival, Why not enjoy the leisurely stroll and 'Do not forget to return'!" As soon as the words "fragrant fields" were uttered, someone's expression changed drastically, and they quietly left the boat and went ashore. More and more people began to slip away. When the words "Don't Forget to Return" appeared, those who were "slow to realize" immediately grabbed their clothes, hastily threw down their night pass fees, and hurriedly left. These men were all martial arts practitioners; they could have easily refused to pay, but they dared not, fearing the girls would protest. Rumor had it that three years ago, a capricious and highly skilled young man in his thirties mysteriously appeared in the martial arts world, creating a "typhoon" in less than six months. His name was Mo Wanggui, nicknamed "Handsome Young Man," and not only did he live up to his name—handsome and dashing—but his behavior was also true to his name. What does "Don't Forget to Return" mean? Simply put, it means don't forget to return. Return to where? Your hometown! Where you were born, return there! In other words, step onto the "Bridge of Helplessness" and sing "Death on the Blue Bridge." Such a handsome man, yet with such a terrifying name—was he a "reincarnation of a jinx," or did his hands itch if he didn't kill ? Absolutely not! He must have killed someone when he was unhappy. The question is, how do you tell if he was happy or unhappy?

Therefore, for the past two years, a folk song has circulated in the martial arts world: "Meet Mo Wanggui, and you can't go home!" This shows how fearful people are of him!
It means to avoid encountering this ruthless figure as much as possible.
In reality, Mo Wanggui isn't actually that bloodthirsty; he only acts when someone displeases him. However, once he strikes, the opponent is guaranteed to die!
Mo Wanggui's arrogance and bloodthirstiness naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds, leading to the emergence of waves of "punishers"!
However, thanks to Mo Wanggui's quick thinking and superb martial arts skills, these "punishers" were instead "punished" by him.
This further enhanced Mo Wanggui's reputation!
However, at the request of his "audience," he tries to give a warning before sending people "back home," so he chose this poem as a "warning poem."
Whenever he recites the poem, it means he's about to kill someone, and anyone nearby who hears it should quickly "flee for good."
The moment he finished reciting the poem was the moment he began to kill.
No wonder so many people fled at the sound, willingly paying for the night crossing, not daring to disturb Mo Wanggui's poetic inspiration.
Seeing them run away at the sound, Mo Wanggui was overjoyed and burst into wild laughter, his loud voice carrying far and wide.
Aizhu, who was "working" up there, seemed unable to bear his laughter; she immediately "went on strike" and covered her ears with her slender hands.
Mo Wanggui glared at her, his joy growing even stronger, and his laughter grew even louder.
However, he only laughed twice more before stopping abruptly.
No! Not immediately, but after a muffled groan, he fell silent, because Aizhu had already "gifted" him the gold hairpin that adorned his hair.
Right waist, no doubt! The expensive gold hairpin plunged squarely into Mo Wanggui's right waist, instantly paralyzing his right side.
Having spent the day hunting geese, he was now being pecked by one himself. Mo Wanggui was terrified.
He raised an eyebrow, shrugged his left shoulder, and was about to strike.
Aizhu silently struck his shoulder with her palm.
Mo Wanggui was instantly paralyzed!
"You…who are you?"
Aizhu sneered, her once watery peach blossom eyes suddenly flashing with a murderous glint. She whispered in a sinister voice, "You, surnamed Mo, go ask Yan Laowu!"
With that, she slapped his "essence-stimulating acupoint"!
Mo Wanggui's expression changed drastically, and his whole body trembled.
Aizhu straddled his lower body, closed her eyes, and immediately began to regulate her breathing.
Mo Wanggui's eyes widened, and he roared, "You slut!" He tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but his jaw opened and could no longer close!
Because Aizhu had already slapped him with her "big mouth."
Mo Wanggui hated people who had "big mouths," but he never imagined he would have one too—both mouths wide open,
the upper one occasionally dribbling saliva, while
the lower one continuously spewed out streams of "vital energy."
This was the most horrifying moment of his life, but paralyzed, he could only watch helplessly as his painstakingly cultivated vital energy was given away.
When his vital energy was depleted, he would also have to return home.
The fiercer a person is, the more afraid they are of death, and Mo Wanggui trembled involuntarily.
Ai Zhu glanced at him disdainfully, then immediately closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.
After a while, a shout suddenly came from the riverbank: "Where is the murderer?"
"Officer Fan, on Ai Zhu's pleasure boat."
Ai Zhu snorted coldly, abruptly stopping her practice.
She struck Mo Wanggui's "Qi Hai" acupoint with her right palm, destroying his martial arts, and then, with a smug smile, began to dress and tie her belt.
Although Mo Wanggui had lost all his martial arts skills, he still kept a close eye on her.
"Princess! You surnamed Mo, this old lady is leaving. It's up to fate now!"
After saying that, he shot towards the lake, his right sleeve flicking twice on the surface before he drifted down to the shore like a wisp of smoke and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
A painted boat carrying constables who were about to arrest someone had been startled by the sudden escape.
Now that the person was gone, they immediately changed the boat's speed from "low speed" to "full speed," and soon six constables were on board.
Mo Wanggui had been thoroughly humiliated, and his shame and anger were unimaginable.
Constable Fan glanced at the scene and shouted, "Who are you?"
Mo Wanggui, with his jaw knocked out, could not utter a sound.
Even if he could, he would not have chosen to speak in this situation.
Upon seeing that the man dared to ignore his imposing shout, Constable Fan immediately yelled, "What a bold fellow! Seize him!"
One of the constables, a man in his forties, immediately said, "Boss, his pressure points have been sealed!"
Constable Fan cried out, "Ah!" and immediately squatted down.
Ai Zhu easily sealed Mo Wanggui's pressure points, but Constable Fan was exhausted and sweating profusely before he could close Mo Wanggui's jaw and release the pressure points on his shoulder blades.
His eyes were fixed on the golden hairpin, but he hesitated to make a move.
After catching his breath, Mo Wanggui reached out and grabbed the golden hairpin, pulling it outwards.
Blood immediately gushed out.
Constable Fan was so frightened that he took several steps back.
The older constable, being more experienced, quickly applied pressure to Mo Wanggui's wound. As soon as the bleeding stopped, he took out medicine powder from his bag.
Mo Wanggui gritted his teeth and took out a high-quality wound medicine from his pocket, intending to apply it.
"Wait!" shouted Constable Fan.
Mo Wanggui didn't even glance at him, pouring the powder onto his wound and then swallowing the rest of the bottle.
Constable Fan, humiliated, was about to arrest him.
Mo Wanggui glared at him and snorted coldly.
His imposing presence immediately made Constable Fan take a step back.
Mo Wanggui grabbed his clothes, about to put them on.
The old constable immediately stepped forward to help him.
Mo Wanggui gave a haughty snort and pushed him away.
The old constable blushed and awkwardly retreated to the side.
After dressing, Mo Wanggui immediately sat down by the ship's side.
Constable Fan glanced at the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Friend, what is your surname?"
Mo Wanggui frowned and said weakly, "Stop nagging, you can handle it!"
Constable Fan shouted, "How dare you! Men! Seize him!"
The old constable immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Boss, this man is also a victim. Be polite to him, maybe he'll reveal the murderer's whereabouts!"
"Damn it! Lao Kun, are you sober yet? The person who left just now was a woman, it must be that slut Aizhu. He was the only one left on the boat, he must be the murderer."
"But, does he look like her?"
"Damn it! Who cares if he looks like her or not, once the torture instruments are applied, he will look like her!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Wanggui, although still resting with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his despairing thoughts of confessing his guilt immediately changed.
He was determined to take revenge.
He opened his eyes and silently stared at Constable Fan.
For some reason, Constable Fan felt a chill run down his spine and panicked the moment they met his gaze, so he immediately turned his head away.
Seeing this golden opportunity, Mo Wanggui flipped over and, with a "splash!" plunged into the lake, paddling diagonally.
"You audacious murderer, after him!"
the pleasure boat shouted, giving chase.
Although Mo Wanggui had lost his martial arts skills and was injured in his right waist, his youth, strength, and excellent swimming ability, combined with the elixir he had just taken, allowed him to swim swiftly forward.
He wanted revenge; he had to escape the constables' pursuit.
He swam desperately forward.
Soon, the wound in his right waist reopened.
Blood surfaced on the lake.
Constable Fan shouted, "Chase!" The pleasure boat sped off.
However, after only a short chase, Constable Fan gave up.
The further they chased, the further away they went. What was the point of chasing after them?
He immediately recalled Mo Wanggui's hateful gaze. He saw Mo Wanggui's body tremble, and then he shouted in a deep voice, "Stop! Come ashore!"
The pleasure boat sailed another five or six zhang (about 10-15 meters) before finally veering to the right and heading towards the shore. After a while, the six men came ashore with solemn expressions.
Mo Wanggui swam another li (about 5 kilometers) and, taking advantage of a moment to surface for air, looked back and saw that the pleasure boat had reached the shore. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, he also noticed that there were still people watching from both banks. He immediately continued to swim towards the shore, and only when the sun was high in the sky did he finally swim to the shore.
Firstly, he found that no one was watching, and secondly, he realized that his strength was almost exhausted. If he continued to swim, he would only face death.
After reaching the shore, he hugged a weeping willow tree, panting as he looked around.
Upon realizing he had swum to the foot of Nanping Mountain and gazed at Leifeng Pagoda on the opposite bank, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Just yesterday afternoon, he had effortlessly and gracefully soared from the pagoda's base to its summit in a "crane soaring to the sky" style.
He had been extremely proud of himself, witnessing the astonished tourists below.
But less than a day later, he had gone from a top expert to an ordinary person. How could he accept this?
His heart ached terribly.
He was filled with regret.
He hated Aizhu, the famous courtesan of West Lake.
After agonizing over this by the willow tree for a while, he sighed deeply, took out a wad of oiled paper from his robes, and slowly unfolded it.
Inside, besides a bottle of medicine and a stack of silver notes, were two thin leather masks. Seeing that neither had been submerged, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking around to make sure no one was there, he immediately put on one of the masks.
After a quick adjustment, he instantly transformed into a middle-aged scholar.
After applying medicine to his wound, he thought to himself, "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. Aizhu, you shameless hussy, let you be smug for a while!"
Others say, "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after three years!" Mo Wanggui, however, was determined to wait ten years, showing his resolve to exact his revenge.
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"Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou," Suzhou, a place of outstanding natural beauty, has been a strategic location since ancient times.
Suzhou is a wealthy rice-producing region, and its inhabitants are mostly wealthy officials and officials who own villas. The city is home to a leisurely class who enjoy tea and storytelling as a daily pastime.
Therefore, there is a couplet in the city's "teahouses" that reads...
"The flowers and plants of the Wu Palace are gone, but the poets, in their leisure, should cherish the ancient sites;
the secluded gardens are unique, and the refined people enjoy tea, which is better than reading the Classic of Tea."
This "Open Lecture Tea House" had no impressive background; it was merely a small tea house!
Furthermore, the owner, Wu De, was notoriously stingy, so business wasn't very good.
Not wanting to lose face, Wu De did a quick calculation and, after deducting Master Zhen's monthly "hourly fee" of ten taels and other expenses, he could still net a profit of over twenty taels, so he continued to keep going.
Strictly speaking, the other expenses of the "Open Lecture Tea House," besides peanuts, melon seeds, jasmine tea, and firewood, were only the expenses of the two waiters.
These two waiters were eleven-year-old Wu Tong and thirteen-year-old Shi Bika. Wu Tong didn't receive a salary, and Shi Bika received half a tael a month—pretty cheap, right?
If judged by our current "Labor Standards Law," Wu De would have already committed the crimes of "employing child labor" and "exploiting labor."
However, even if there had been a "Labor Standards Act" to protect the rights of workers back then, it wouldn't have mattered much to Wood.
Wu Tong was an abandoned baby, found by Wood in front of his door. If it weren't for his wife's love for him, who couldn't hatch any eggs, Wood would have starved to death long ago.
The debt of gratitude was immense; how could Wu Tong dare to protest?
Strangely enough, less than three years after Wood took Wu Tong in, his wife gave birth to a son, Wu Wang, and a daughter, Wu Ling.
And, surprisingly, they turned out quite well; Wu Wang and Wu Ling were rather pretty, though unfortunately, excessive pampering had fostered their unruly personalities.
As for Shi Bika, he was the son of Shi Dakong from the outskirts of town. After Shi Bika's birth, his mother died in childbirth, and Shi Dakong was mistakenly killed by thugs.
The Shi family were Wood's tenant farmers, and upon seeing this, Wood could only feign compassion, arrange Shi Dakong's funeral, and then take in Shi Bika.
To avoid criticism and gossip, Wood had no choice but to reluctantly sacrifice half a tael of silver per month to hire the honest and hardworking Shi Bika.
However, because Shi Bika was a bit clumsy, he would occasionally break plates and cups, and after deducting various expenses, he still owed Wood more than ten taels of silver.
Despite not receiving a penny, Wu Tong and Shi Bika still worked very hard because Master Zhen's storytelling was truly captivating.
The Investiture of the Gods, as told by Master Zhen, was as vivid as if it were a divine dragon, not only did the tea drinkers enjoy listening, but Wu Tong and Shi Bika listened with rapt attention!
If it weren't for Master Zhen's light cough and hand gestures, the two of them would have completely forgotten to refill the tea or serve the melon seeds and peanuts to the tea drinkers!
At first, Master Zhen did bring many tea drinkers to the "Storytelling Tea House," but over the past year, business has been declining and becoming increasingly deserted. The main reason
wasn't that Master Zhen's storytelling had deteriorated, but rather
that other teahouses were spending lavishly to hire beautiful women from the South to accompany their customers while they drank tea and chatted, and they could even "do that"!
"That" encompassed a wide range of things, from flirting and teasing to accompanying a gentleman in a "dream of lovemaking," as long as the customers could afford it, they were guaranteed to have their fill.
Under such circumstances, customers naturally flocked to these establishments!
With declining revenue, Wood was understandably furrowed in worry!
However, Wu Tong and Shi Bika were secretly delighted.
Because fewer customers meant less work for them, and more time to listen to "storytelling."
That evening, only seven customers sat in the teahouse, and Wu Tong and Shi Bika quickly served them all!
Master Zhen took the stage!
He sipped his tea to moisten his throat and immediately began in a loud voice, "Gentlemen, last night we discussed the story of Marshal Nezha being transformed into a lotus by the Immortal Taiyi!"
He glanced at the middle-aged scholar sitting at the back of the right row, then launched into a long and eloquent narration.
His words flowed like a river, full of dramatic pauses and inflections, captivating the audience!
Wu Tong and Shi Bika stood by their seats, listening in stunned silence.
Ever since the middle-aged scholar saw Wu Tong, his eyes had been fixed on him, completely ignoring Master Zhen's eloquent narration.
Although Wu Tong was nearly twelve years old, whether due to malnutrition or overwork, he was not only thin and small, but also had a sallow complexion.
However, his features were quite handsome!
Shi Bika, on the other hand, was quite different. Although he was a year older than Wu Tong, he was at least a head taller.
Moreover, he possessed a robust and powerful physique!
It seemed the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him, bestowing upon Shi Bika a strong physique and an ordinary appearance, yet also a prominent upturned nose.
Once, while Shi Bika was sleeping, Wu Tong placed two fried peanuts in front of his nostrils, which Shi Bika inhaled accidentally.
If it weren't for Master Zhen's intervention, Shi Bika would have nearly died.
This shows just how large the "radius" of Shi Bika's upturned nose was.
Fortunately, to express his apology, the heavens bestowed upon him a powerful and resonant voice, making others afraid to argue with him!
Thus, Shi Bika became a veritable "sound-crushing machine." Meanwhile,
Master Zhen, noticing the middle-aged scholar staring intently at Wu Tong, slammed his gavel on the table, exclaiming, "Take a short break, and we'll continue next time!"
With that, he immediately returned to his room.
Before he even entered the room, he heard the middle-aged scholar call out in a deep voice, "Waiter!" Master Zhen immediately slowed his pace to listen.
He heard Shi Bika respond, "Coming!" and immediately ran over with the large teapot.
The middle-aged scholar waved at him.
Wu Tong immediately exclaimed, "Damn! Shi Bika, you didn't bathe yesterday, did you?"
"Hey, Tong, how did you know?"
"Damn! This gentleman doesn't welcome you, that's proof enough!"
With that, he quickly walked over with the large teapot.
While refilling the middle-aged scholar's tea, he asked with a smile, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Young man, this storyteller is quite good! What's his surname?"
"Zhen, the Zhen of Xituwa. I call him Master Zhen."
"Wow, young man, you're so young, yet you speak so eloquently!"
"Wow! I don't deserve such praise, it's all thanks to Master Zhen's tutelage!"
"Young man, how old are you? "
"A little over eleven, not quite six."
"Six years old, interesting. What's your surname?"
"I was taken in by my master when I was young, and I take his surname, Wu. My given name is Tong. Wow! I want to clarify, it's the Wu of 'military force,' not the Wu of 'mouth-and-sky'!"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Why the need for such clarification?"
"Wow! Wu Tong means 'having knowledge,' while Wu Tong means 'not having knowledge.' Isn't there a big difference? Is it necessary to clarify?"
"Haha! Interesting, young man, don't be so superstitious."
"Damn! It's not that I'm too superstitious! I really don't like being called 'Wu Tong,' damn! 'Wu Tong' is worse than 'Plop'!" "
Haha! Interesting, another plate of peanuts, please!"
"Yes! Yes! Coming right away!"
Wu Tong was incredibly fast. Before Master Zhen had even returned to the podium, he had already brought over a plate of fragrant fried peanuts and said, "Sir, three coins, please pay first!"
"Snap!" A five-tael silver ingot immediately appeared on the table.
Wu Tong's eyes lit up instantly.
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Keep the change!"
"Wow! Sir...sir...what did you say?"
"Keep the change! Consider the rest a 'tip'!"
"Wow! A tip? No, no!"
"Hmm! Is it too little?"
"No...no! It's too much! It's too much for you! Five taels of silver could buy several large buckets of peanuts! No way!"
"But I don't have any loose change on me, what should I do?"
"Wow! I'll get you the change right away!"
"Alright!"
Wu Tong took the silver ingot and walked to the counter. He had just said, "Boss, the peanuts cost three coins. Please give me your change!"
Wood had already witnessed the scene and was cursing inwardly. Upon hearing this, he immediately said in a deep voice, "You little monkey, come in with me."
Seeing this, Wu Tong thought to himself, "Damn! That's weird! Another typhoon!"
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the hall, his right arm was grabbed tightly by Wood, and his right cheek was squeezed so hard that he almost cried out in pain.
Fortunately, he remembered that it would be better not to cry out, so he endured it without making a sound.
Wood said in a deep voice, "You little monkey, if you act on your own again next time, be careful I'll skin you alive and twist your tendons, do you hear me?"
"Yes! Yes! I won't dare to do it again next time!"
After a while, Wu Tong lowered his head and handed the silver ingot to the middle-aged scholar respectfully, saying, "Sir, please count it carefully!"
After saying that, he avoided his right cheek.
The middle-aged scholar chuckled and took back the loose silver. From that day
on
, the middle-aged scholar came to the "Lecture Tea House" every night, always sitting in the same seat and ordering a plate of peanuts and melon seeds.
Most interestingly, seeing that Wu Tong dared not speak much to him, he would insist on talking to him, much to Wu Tong's secret dismay: "Damn it! I'm cursed!"
About a month later, at dusk, the heavens unexpectedly unleashed a torrential downpour, which only intensified, showing no sign of stopping.
Wu De sat in the hall, gazing at the open tents outside, his brows furrowed, cursing the heavens a thousand times over! Meanwhile,
the farmers in the suburbs were overjoyed by the rain!
Damn it! The heavens were truly "mischievous"; a rain shower brought joy to some and curses to others. If he were truly angry, he would have been furious long ago.
Dear readers, please allow me to digress slightly. In our conduct, we should only strive to have a clear conscience; why bother with the criticism and guidance of others?
Now, as Wood was fretting in despair, he suddenly saw a white figure approaching from afar. He muttered to himself, "That stinking scholar!" His eyes immediately lit up.
The white figure drew closer, reaching the eaves, where it closed its oil-paper umbrella, dusted itself off, and in the candlelight, it was indeed the middle-aged scholar who came to patronize the place every day.
Wood was overjoyed and immediately rose to greet him, "Sir, please have a seat!"
"May I come in and sit?"
"Yes, yes, please sit down. Atong, serve tea."
"Yes!" Wu Tong, who was standing to the side, immediately brought over a pot of jasmine tea and a teacup.
The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, sat down on the nanmu chair beside the tea table, patted the back of the chair and said, "Hmm! Good chair, quite comfortable!"
Wood flattered, "I dare not accept such praise. These few shabby chairs cannot compare to the luxurious chairs in your mansion."
"Haha! Manager Wu, you're too kind! If you used all these so-called shabby chairs outside, your business would be even better."
Wood blushed and said, "The cost is too high! It's not worth it. Besides, 'pure tea drinking' has declined; it's not worth a large investment!"
"Really?"
"Sir, times have changed! Nowadays, tea drinkers want to do more than just drink tea; they want to enjoy flirting with 'youngsters'!"
"Oh! In that case, why don't you just close down?"
"How could I? I've already invested a lot of money and effort!"
"Manager Wu, I'm interested in taking over your teahouse. Are you willing to part with it?"
"What? You want to take over this teahouse?"
"That's right!"
"This... let me think about it." "
Haha! You should really think it over! Instead of living a life of mediocrity here making a pittance, why not take some money and earn interest!"
"This..."
"Haha! What do you say?
" "This... wait a minute, let me discuss it with my wife. Excuse me, I must take my leave!"
After saying that, he went back to his room.
The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and said to Wu Tong, "Young brother, if Manager Wu agrees to give me the teahouse, would you two be willing to stay and help?"
"Damn it! No way!"
"Why not?"
"I... According to the owner, I was abandoned when I was young, and he raised me. How can I just leave like that, sir? You agree, don't you?
" "Right! One cannot forget one's roots. Aka, what about you?"
Shi Bika shook her head and said, "I... I can't either!"
Wu Tong immediately scolded softly, "Damn it! Speak softly!"
"Alright! Alright! Sir, it's truly hopeless!"
"Why not?"
"I owe him more than ten taels of silver!"
"No problem, I'll pay it for you!"
"No way! If Aka doesn't leave, I won't leave either!"
"Hmm! I'll take care of it!"
After saying that, he sipped his tea and pondered silently.
Shi Bika pulled Wu Tong to the corner and whispered, "Atong, do you think this guy is serious?"
"Damn! I think he's serious. I bet the boss will rip him off!"
"Yeah! He didn't even check the market price before getting off the train, daring to deal with this stingy guy."
"Damn! Keep your voice down! If the boss hears you, it'll be bad!"
"I'm slaughtering the sheep! I think..."
He glanced at the Wood couple and immediately shut up.
The Wood couple glanced at the two kids, then smiled and walked towards the middle-aged scholar. Before they even arrived, Wood said with a smile, "Sir, this is my wife."
The middle-aged scholar glanced at the woman with a mean and ignorant look, cursing inwardly, but outwardly smiled and nodded at her.
After the Wood couple sat down, Wu's wife asked, "Sir, are you really interested in taking over this shop?" After saying that, she stared intently at the middle-aged scholar.
Her expression fully revealed her shrewdness and competence.
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Not bad!"
Madam Wu continued, "Sir, this shop has a good location, and the utensils are still new; it might cost quite a bit of silver!"
"Tell me about it!"
"Two thousand taels of silver, how about that?"
Wu Tong and Shi Bika were startled!
The middle-aged scholar pointed at Wu Tong and Shi Bika and smiled, "Does that include the two of them too?"
"How can that be? Aka still owes me more than twelve taels! And I've raised Atong from childhood to now, spending a lot of money and effort!"
"Name your price!"
"How about one hundred taels?"
"Hmm! You mean if I pay two thousand one hundred and fifteen taels of silver, everything in this shop and the two of them will be mine!"
Wu Tong suddenly exclaimed, "Damn it! Sir, Aka only owes me a little over twelve taels; paying fifteen taels is too unfair, and I can't afford that much..."
Madam Wu immediately scolded, "You little monkey, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Wu Tong immediately lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.
Madam Wu immediately switched from anger to laughter, saying, "Sir, the amount you just mentioned is absolutely correct. As long as you pay this sum, everything here is yours!"
"Hmm! Manager Wu, do you agree?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Good! Please find a witness!"
With that, she pulled a stack of silver notes from her pocket.
Unfolding them, six silver notes issued by "Jiuhua Silver Shop" were displayed, each worth five hundred taels of silver.
The Wood couple were dumbfounded.
Jiuhua Silver Shop was a century-old establishment in the capital, renowned for its excellent credit and the ability to cash at any silver shop; therefore, it was universally welcomed.
The Wood couple, having lived their lives in luxury, had only ever seen it, never actually handled it. The thought of soon owning them filled them with immense joy!
Wu urged, "Ade, hurry up and go find the village head!"
"Okay! Okay! Sir, please sit for a while, I'll be right back!"
With that, he opened his umbrella and ran out excitedly.
Wu said with a smile, "Sir, you rest for a bit, I'll go inside and tidy up."
"Please go ahead!"
As soon as Wu left, Wu Tong immediately ran to the middle-aged scholar's side and whispered, "Damn! Sir, you're so 'old-fashioned'!"
Shi Bika chimed in, "Yes! Tong has been working like a slave for them, they've already 'paid back' their investment, how can they still extort an extra hundred taels from you?"
Wu Tong also whispered angrily, "Sir, on the surface, Aka receives half a tael of silver every month, but if he breaks a cup or plate, he deducts money, and as a result..."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "As a result, he owes more than twelve taels, right?"
"Yes! Breaking a cup or plate should be compensated, but the boss's price is higher than the market price, Aka has really been ripped off!"
"How do you know the prices are different?"
"Damn! That Manager Wang from East Street used to come to listen to 'storytelling,' I secretly asked him! He kept asking me what was going on!"
"Oh! I didn't expect them to go this far!"
Shi Bika chimed in, "Sir, you were the one who said 'too far' first, which is why I dared to mention something else! Sir, do you know that the two of us can only eat one bowl of rice per meal?"
Wu Tong added, "Damn! And it's all leftovers!"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "No wonder you're so thin, but how come Aka is so strong?"
"Damn! I don't know why either."
He glanced carefully into the room and whispered, "Sir, actually, I eat quite a lot. Every time I sneak a bite, Aka always lets me eat more!"
"Were you caught sneaking a bite?"
"Damn! No, because it was a nutritious snack that the head of the household was going to cook for A-Ling and A-Wang. Since they didn't like it, we had to help them out!"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "You call this mutual benefit!"
"Damn! Yes! Yes! Boy Scouts should 'do good deeds every day'!"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Since you stole so much food, it's only right that you compensate them with a hundred taels. Don't worry about it!"
"Damn! I really feel so bad for you, sir! My goodness! Over a hundred taels of silver is no small sum! Earning money isn't easy!"
"Haha! It's alright, I still have some money on me!"
"Damn! I'm really sorry! I've made you spend so much!"
"Damn! Don't worry, sir, I will definitely work hard!"
"Yes! Sir, I, Aka, will never slack off again!"
"Haha! As long as you work hard, you'll eat whatever I eat, and you can eat as much as you want until you're satisfied."
Shi Bika's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Really?"
The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Aka, can you cook?"
"Sir, don't underestimate me just because I'm only twelve years old. I already have two years of kitchen experience!"
"Washing vegetables and dishes."
"No! It's cooking rice, stir-frying vegetables, frying fish, braising meat, and..."
"Haha! Enough! Ah-ka, starting tomorrow morning, you'll be in charge of buying groceries and cooking. Buy whatever you want to eat."
"Oh my god! Is it true?"
"Of course it's true! And the daily wage is one tael, and you don't have to pay for anything you break."
"Oh my god! Ah-tong, pinch me, quick!"
Wu-tong immediately reached out and pinched Shi-bika's left leg hard, making him shout in pain, "Oh my god! It hurts so much, sir, are you serious?"
"That's right! But you can't deliberately throw things around!"
"Relax! Relax! I won't be that 'unruly'! Thank you, sir!"
After saying that, he was about to kneel down!
"Wait, I hate that kind of thing, get up!"
"Yes! Yes!"
Suddenly, Wood laughed loudly, "Brother Li, we've arrived, please come in!"
"Brother Wu, don't be so polite, please come in!"
Before the voice had even faded, a middle-aged man of average appearance and thin build, dressed in brocade robes, followed Wood into the hall with a smile. The
middle-aged scholar then noticed that the rain outside had stopped. Seeing that the man was carrying a large paper bag, he secretly knew what was going on and immediately stood up.
Wood said happily, "Sir, let me introduce you. This is our village head, Brother Li An. He runs Anji Inn!"
"Oh! What a coincidence! I've been staying at your establishment these past few days, but unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to see Manager Li in person!"
"Haha! You flatter me. Thank you for your patronage. I've been quite busy with official duties, so I've handed the shop management over to my brother-in-law. I'm just keeping an eye on things. I hope the service has been satisfactory!" "
Friendly, satisfactory, very kind!"
"Haha! Thank you for the compliment. May I ask your name?"
"My surname is Hong, and my given name is Renzhang!"
"Brother Hong, I heard you're interested in buying this shop."
"Yes! I'd appreciate it if Brother Li could be my witness."
"Haha! I'm very honored. I've already written the contract in duplicate. Brother Wu has signed and affixed his seal. If you agree, he can sign and affix his seal as well!"
With that, he handed over the paper bag.
Hong Renzhang opened the paper bag, pulled out two documents, and saw that they were indeed two written contracts. After quickly glancing at them, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Wu, the contracts for this shop are here."
"Yes! Yes! I'll go get them right away!"
After a while, Wu De and Madam Wu came out smiling with a paper bag.
Hong Renzhang saw that the contract was yellowed and knew it must be genuine. He immediately handed it to Li An, smiling and saying, "Brother Li, please take a look!"
After Li An finished looking at it, he picked up the brush on the table and signed the contract and the two written contracts. He then smiled and said, "Brother Hong, Brother Wu, we can have them notarized at the county office tomorrow!"
Hong Renzhang thanked him and immediately signed as well.
Wu De picked up the brush, intending to sign the contract, when he suddenly heard Madam Wu say, "Uncle Hong, could you pay half the deposit first?"
Wu De immediately stopped writing and looked at Hong Renzhang.
Hong Renzhang smiled and handed her a 2,200 tael silver note, saying, "Sister-in-law Wu, please wrap the remaining silver in red paper as a small token of my gratitude to Brother Li!"
He was incredibly generous, giving 85 taels at once.
Li An quickly replied, "Brother Hong, you're too kind! I can't accept this!" "
Haha! Brother Li, please accept this small gift! I'll need your help in the future!"
"Alright! From now on, if there's anything I can do to help you, please don't hesitate to ask. I'll do my best, even if it means going through fire and water!" "Haha
! Brother Li is truly a kind and generous man! I admire you! I admire you!"

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