Nanqin Chapter 10: As expected

　　Zhang Nanqin touched the banknote in his arms. Now he has no worries about the silver. He returned to the yard, lying on a chair under the shade of the tree to enjoy the coolness, smoking a cigarette pot from time to time, very comfortable.

　　 The sound transmission stone in the middle kept flashing a light yellow halo, reminding Zhang Nanqin that there was a message, but he didn't even look at it.

　　 Until the evening, when Zhang Nanqin got up, he took out the sound transmission stone, which was full of Wei Lanqing's messages.

　　 Wei Lanqing looked at the sound transmission stone in the attic, and found that there was no reaction at all, gritted his teeth angrily, but the groom standing beside him said: "Miss, should we go find someone else and try again?"

　　"Little six, who else can we find now?" Wei Lanqing sighed: "In these days, we have found everything we should find. Even though the government has spent a lot of money, what's the point? What does it do?"

　　 "But miss, we are completely trusting that person..." Xiao Liuzi looked a little uncomfortable, but did not continue.

　　 Wei Lanqing listened to the sound transmission stone and looked at the sound transmission stone in front of her: "Whoever can be asked, we have been begging, let's let our fate." After she said that, her tone was a little melancholy, but then there was a cold look in her eyes: "If that person We can’t help us. We have to stay behind. Now you go to arrange manpower. Once those people do, you will destroy the people’s strongholds that you have found these days!"

　　 Xiao Liuzi took the order and left, but Wei Lanqing hoped that Zhang Nanqin could really help her, after all, the time approaching was getting closer.

　　Zhang Nanqin appeared at the gate of the academy at this time, waiting for Qin Ruoan to appear, and then the two returned to the courtyard under the strange eyes of many people.

　　 The brother and sister never cared about the eyes of those people.

　　 Zhang Nanqin was not in a rush to cook dinner as usual, but lay on a chair and smoked a pot.

　　 "Little sister, brother, I have to do something today." Zhang Nanqin said casually.

　　 Qin Ruoan was sitting in a wheelchair with a book in his hand and did not look up: "I know."

　　 "Brother, I found that monk today." Zhang Nanqin was still careless.

　　 Qin Ruoan turned the pages of the book: "As expected."

　　 Zhang Nanqin vomited: "I admire this monk's temperament, he can bend and stretch, and he has arrogance in his bones. Even if he breaks his leg, my will is standing. This kind of person is trained and he is a ruthless person. "

　　 Qin Ruoan raised his head slightly to look at Zhang Nanqin: "Brother, is this the love of talent?"

　　Zhang Nanqin smiled after hearing this: "He has that flame in his heart. I just take advantage of the trend. It depends on what kind of answer he comes back today."

　　 After Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, he hit the smoke pot, got up from the chair, and went to the side of the well to wash the vegetables.

　　 Qin Ruoan pushed the wheelchair into her room, and a candle was lit in the room. She sat quietly on the chair, just looking at the back of Zhang Nanqin washing vegetables in a daze.

　　 At night, the candlelight was transparent, illuminating the courtyard, Qin Ruoan had come to the stone table, Zhang Nanqin walked out with a plate of braised fish, then wiped his hands and sat down, thinking about it, and ran in again, from the room He took out a jug of wine and put it aside, his eyes looked at the closed courtyard door.

　　 The two brothers and sisters didn’t speak, they just looked at the courtyard gate. It seemed that the courtyard gate possessed average magic power. In less than a quarter of an hour, the courtyard gate was pushed open. I saw Monk Heming all over his body and the white waist. His belt was dyed red and dried up, his legs turned and turned, his face was swollen, his eyes had bruises, just like this, he was holding a cigarette stick in his hand and smoking shredded tobacco, vomiting smoke.

　　 Monk Heming watched the two siblings sitting at the stone table waiting for herself, and immediately grinned, but Qin Ruoan pushed the wheelchair to her room. When she came out again, there was a medicine box on her knee.

　　 "Sister, the monk is okay."

　　 Qin Ruoan ignored Monk Heming after hearing this, but opened the medicine box and took out the gold sore medicine from it to look at Heming, his eyes fixed on Monk Heming, making the latter grin.

　　Zhang Nanqin opened the flask to pour wine for Monk Heming, and signaled Monk Heming, who entered his throat: "Comfortable!"

　　 Heming put down the cup, his hand trembled. It was Qin Ruoan's painful application of the golden sore medicine for him, and his brow frowned: "It's done."

　　Zhang Nanqin nodded, came to Qin Ruoan, and took the medicine bottle: "Brother said, no matter when you don't let your hands get blood, let me come."

　　 Qin Ruoan did not argue after hearing this. He stepped aside and saw Zhang Nanqin tearing off Monk Heming’s trouser legs, revealing an inch-long wound with bones visible. Zhang Nanqin picked up the flask and poured it down, aching crane. Monk Ming screamed directly.

　　Zhang Nanqin’s hand quickly tapped on his thigh several times, and his hand was held on the top of the Heming monk’s eye pot. The tobacco and ashes in it appeared in his hand. He sprinkled on the wound, and the flame met The alcohol instantly ignited, Zhang Nanqin's hand gently covered it, the flame went out, and he took out white silk and satin from the medicine box and wrapped it up.

　　 Monk Heming almost fainted in pain, but he survived, his face pale.

　　 "I almost got a nerve." Zhang Nanqin returned to his seat and put the medicine box aside.

　　 Monk Heming grinned after hearing this: "Monk, I am lucky and have a great life, and I won’t get in the way."

　　Zhang Nanqin did not say much, but signaled to have a meal. Originally, Monk Heming wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have a meal, but was stopped by Zhang Nanqin, but after three rounds of drinking, Zhang Nanqin lay down after cleaning up Smoking pot on the chair, Zhang Nanqin asked: "Let’s talk."

　　 "The new owner of Mixing is called Zhang Fugui, a fat man. I saw him before when I was alms. He was a poor man." Monk Heming also smoked the pot, and his eyes were choked by the smoke. Squinting his eyes and continuing to speak: "He climbed up to a family and did things for them. He set up a gambling shop outside, put money in, and confiscated the property if he couldn't afford it."

　　 "This person is lustful and married several aunts and wives, but the monk didn't know this, and I was shocked when I checked." He finished speaking and skimmed Qin Ruoan who was reading in the lobby, and then whispered: "The family he climbed up. It’s from the Zhu family. I heard that my ancestors killed pigs for a living. Later, I switched to a few shops and started to do some porcelain business. Later, I got bigger and bigger and opened a flower house."

　　Zhang Nanqin has no expression on his face, so he is licking the smoking pot.

　　"The Zhu family’s head is called Zhu Zhe. He married nine aunts and gave birth to fourteen sons and three daughters. Only one of these children is a normal person, and the others are fools. They all say that the Zhu family is doing bad things. It’s all in exchange for God’s punishment.” Monk Heming said here, with a smile on his mouth: “His son is called Zhu Xiu. Zhu Zhe is regarded as a beloved treasure, even more powerful than his father, and married the eleventh house. Auntie, she didn’t give birth. Only Aunt Eleven gave him a fat boy last year~IndoMTL.com~ It made this Zhu Xiong so happy, and she was quite spoiled by Aunt Eleven."

　　 Monk Heming said that he seemed to be interested: “It’s a coincidence, but today I ran into this rich and honorable wife in a small courtyard with the eleventh aunt, and..." He said here, and looked back. Qin Ruoan, who was reading a book, called a cigarette stick in his mouth, and the thumbs of both hands moved each other.

　　 The Zhu family in Changping is actually just an ordinary small family. Zhu Zhe is already old, and Zhu Xiao’s goal in this life is to have a child. He is satisfied with a son, but such a big man is focused on the child. The business is completely handed over to Mrs. Eleven.

　　 It’s just that I didn’t expect this rich and dignified to hook up with the eleventh concubine. The forces tasted the sweetness for him, and even secretly took advantage of the momentum to start coveting other people’s business. With this rich and honorable dare to hook up the eleventh concubine, Zhang Nanqin guessed that the other party too Fierce man.

　　 "This man is quite courageous." Zhang Nanqin sneered.

　　 Monk Heming nodded: "Who said it’s not? Once the Zhu family knows about this, this wealthy person will wait to be peeled alive, and I even suspect that the child of the Zhu family may not be their Zhu family. Of."

　　Zhang Nanqin thought about taking a sip and found that there was no tobacco, so he knocked and looked up at the moonlight in the sky: "Can you still go?"

　　 "Brother Qin, look at what you said, just tell me what you have to do." Monk Heming got up from the chair and got involved in the wound, making his hands tremble.

　　 "I can go, I will show you a big show today." After Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, he came to the gate of the courtyard, looked back at Qin Ruoan who was still reading, smiled, and then went out with Monk Heming.

　　 Qin Ruoan raised his head and glanced when they closed the door, and continued reading.