Republic of China

Chapter 59 Rules
Because winter is about to enter, people in the Northeast will choose their own nightlife. They can eat, drink, whore, gamble, etc. Just try not to hold it in at home.

Of course, there is certainly no such choice environment in remote areas.

at dusk.

Zhao Sanyuan was walking on the street while eating sesame seed cakes, and followed Zheng Xuesong to his house, which was not too far away, just down the street.

This time, he didn't sit back and watch with a cold eye like before.

Zheng Xuesong is really too filial.

He knelt down directly and kowtowed to Bangbang, saying that as long as he could save his father, he would not frown even if he went through fire and sword.

Whether it was true or false, Zhao Sanyuan had an inner judgment, not to mention that with Uncle Guan by his side, it was very clear whether he was telling lies or not.

However, help is help, and Zhao Sanyuan is very resistant to Kang Muang who is following him.

"What do you mean, Lao Kang? Hurry up and get out of here. You will do the watch for me tonight."

"Hey~ You and I, brothers, are welcome. Just treat it as a favor for you."

Before the sandwich teahouse opened, the rules had been set.

Whoever does the work will get the money, as long as [-]% of the teahouse's account is paid later as operating capital.

If two people form a partnership, they must share the money. Brothers must also settle accounts, right?

However, Zhao Sanyuan was very sure that Lao Kang did not follow him because of money.

"Don't think that I don't know what's on your mind? Who should I get into trouble with over ordinary neighborhood matters?"

Kang Muang said with a matter-of-fact expression, "I can't say for sure."

Then he glanced at the great immortal walking next to Zhao Sanyuan, and felt something similar to the Python Qingyan from it, and whispered, "You have a bad temper, but your great immortal is not much better." Go ahead, you were so crazy last time at Mao Shan Forest Farm."

"Wait a minute!" Chang Luoguan suddenly became unhappy and patted Kang Mu'ang on the forehead with a folding fan, "Don't compare me to that big black python. His family of immortals has had that temper for many years. Our family is different. You are known to be considerate and gentle, if you act blindly again, be careful and I will slap you."

Kang Muang quickly smiled and nodded.

Ah yes yes yes.

You are always considerate and gentle.

The premise is that the last sentence is not added.

Zhao Sanyuan touched the corners of his mouth and said, "You can follow me if you want. I don't care about the money. Oh, by the way, what's the usual price for a job like this?"

"It depends on what the seniors of your lineage want." Kang Mu'ang didn't finish his words, "When I was practicing in Guan Nei, the solution to the problem was basically a piece of ocean, two full meals, and three pillars of fragrance. When I encountered People from poor families are too embarrassed to ask for help, so occasionally I have to get some relief.”

The Bodhicitta of the Four Buddhas' Life Chart is really not just a lie.

It’s just free of charge, but you also need some help?
Zhao Sanyuan was stunned for a while.

"It seems that after you burped into the underworld, you won't have half a feather on your body."

"Isn't that true? I'm not a saint, how can I not touch even a single feather?"

Zheng Xuesong, who was leading the way, was very curious, but after much thought, he still couldn't figure out what the connection between feathers and the underworld was.

What the hell is it?
Are there more poultry raised in the underworld?
We don’t know either, and we don’t even dare to ask.

Zhao Sanyuan figured out something unexpectedly, "I'm assuming you are used to asking for a price starting from one silver dollar. You can be accommodating to those who are poor. But doesn't it also mean that if you are rich, there is no upper limit on the asking price?"

talking room.

Several people walked into a new house with two entrances and two exits.

Judging from the specifications, he can't be said to be rich or wealthy, but at least he's from a good family background.

A butcher can live in a house like this, which shows that he earns a lot of money.

"Xue Song is back? Who are these people?"

In the yard, Zheng Manbao was shirtless and lifting a stone hammer to exercise. He was so muscular that he could probably beat a stupid roe deer to death with an electric cannon. "Dad, these two are the owners of the teahouse on West Street, brother Kang Mu Angkang and brother Zhao Sanyuan and Zhao. He is my father, a native of the land."

Seeing that Zhao Sanyuan had no intention of greeting politely, Kang Muang secretly sighed that he had indeed come to the right place.

"Ahem, Uncle Zheng's name is already well known to us. It is said that not only Taoguantun'er, but also the surrounding villages and towns like to eat your meat. It is fresh and delicious, and there is never a shortage of pounds. My old Liu likes to eat sheep and scorpions. How much money can you leave for tomorrow?"

There are many people carrying the sedan chair, and sometimes face is more important than appearance.

Even though Lao Kang is a talker, in terms of appearance, he is indeed ahead of Zhao Sanyuan by several blocks.

Zheng Manbao himself was a kind-hearted person, and after seeing Kang Muang's beautiful words, he naturally smiled.

"It turns out they are two owners. I, Old Zheng, should have paid a visit long time ago, but I have a lot of chores to do and I haven't spared time. I didn't expect that the owner of the teahouse is so young. He is really young and promising. Isn't it easy to eat sheep and scorpions? I will do it tomorrow. A few pieces of the most authentic ones will be delivered to you in person, and you can enjoy some tea by the way. We, Old Zheng, must be in the upper class, hahaha——"

When the atmosphere was harmonious, Zhao Sanyuan directly dragged Lao Kang back.

In comparison, he didn't look good at all.

laugh?
Laugh at you uncle!

Eat a shitty sheep and scorpion!
Lao Kang, are you pretending not to see or are you blind?
The two spiritual lamps on Zheng Manbao's shoulders were fucking extinguished!
There is only a small flame left in the spiritual fire on the forehead!

Regardless of the fact that I am full of energy and tendons, in fact, I am no different from returning to glory.

Zhao Sanyuan looked directly into Zheng Manbao's eyes and pointed at his son, "For the sake of your filial son, I will call you Uncle Zheng. We are all men. Don't bother with all the bells and whistles. I'll get straight to the point."

"Three generations of your family have been butchers, so they must have passed down rules about how many animals can be slaughtered in a day. Now you break the rules and you have to pay the price. Groups of ghosts are coming to claim your life. They will not stop until they die. Even the city god is here. There’s no reason to stop me, in short you only have a few days to live, do you understand?”

Zheng Manbao was completely stunned when he was attacked.

Kill?

City God?

How many days to live?
Where is this going?

It wasn't that I was angry, but I found it funny.

Zheng Manbao pressed his palms slightly to indicate calmness, and he generally understood.

"Let me call you good nephew. Speaking of good nephew, how can you tell that I won't live long? It's true as you said. The rule handed down from our ancestors is that no more than ten animals should be slaughtered every day, and counting six or seven is considered good luck. "

"But today is different from the past. Under the tide of entering Guandong, more and more folks are taking root in the black soil. Even if not everyone can afford meat, the supply is still in short supply. You can also see that Uncle Zheng, I have a clue. If you have enough strength, it’s okay to suffer more and make more money, right? Is it true that if you kill too many animals, you’ll have to pay for it with your life?”

Such a reaction was expected by Zhao Sanyuan.

As the old saying goes, he who doesn't know is not guilty.

But why do you think our ancestors set the rule that no more than ten animals should be slaughtered per day?
Squatting in a latrine and unable to pull the pancake out? Did you force it out?
The explanation had already been told to Zheng Xuesong, and Zhao Sanyuan didn't want to waste any more words.

"Uncle Zheng, if you want to live, just nod. I have chosen this for you. If you want to die, just pretend that Lao Kang and I never came."

Zheng Xuesong next to him quickly stepped forward to persuade his father.

The words are all thought out.

I would rather believe it or not, just treat it as a sandwich restaurant to save face.

But just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched voice.

"You're so brave. You dare to come to my Zheng family to trick me. Does killing a few animals have anything to do with you?"

The speaker was a woman with heavy makeup outside the entrance of the main hall. She looked to be in her twenties, wearing gold and silver, and looked like an old hen that couldn't wait to open its tail.

Zhao Sanyuan was in no mood to reply, so he raised his legs and left.

"Lao Kang, go back and tell Lao Liu that if Butcher Zheng's bad business comes to us, we must raise the price, otherwise I will beat him to death."

(End of this chapter)