The First Thousand and Ninety-Two Chapters Dispute, Boil the Eagle

I went to install the machine in the morning, and when I just came back, I sat in front of the computer and couldn't do anything - my brain was numb!

A little tired, exhaustion is everywhere from the inside to the outside!

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Zhu Gaosui also felt that all kinds of troubles started after he met Fang Xing. After thinking about it, he looked fiercely and said: "That Fang Xing usually takes two servants with him and dares to go out to show off. Let's kill him... !"

Xie Chen only felt exhausted physically and mentally, and persuaded: "Your Highness, although there are only two servants, Na Xin Lao Qi is a warrior, a warrior that even His Majesty wants to be by his side. As for the knife, it goes without saying. The flying knife is superb, and it's over before it gets close."

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After the shop was handed over, those people wandered around in the cement building strangely, and then began to study how to arrange it.

At this time, it depends on who has the fastest reaction. When Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji were walking out, they saw a man handing notes from house to house.

"Little Huang Laoshi, you can make anything from counters and door frames. If you still want to clean up this shop, my master, I have more than ten apprentices under him, so I promise to make it beautiful."

The man smiled honestly, and the shopkeeper of this shop also asked the price with a smile, and he saw that things made sense.

Everyone wants to grab the title of being the first one to open, good luck!

And I heard that even the emperor is paying attention to this place. If we get the first place, maybe we can get into the sight of his old man. It's too cost-effective!

As long as this Huang Laoshi can win three businesses, it will be worth the usual half a year.

Zhu Zhanji said with emotion: "This is where the benefits lie!"

Interest is the driving force, and human progress cannot be separated from this.

In a shop ahead, there were a few men chatting with a smile. Jia Quan's efficiency was good. During this period of time, he searched and found out the details of the merchants in the big market.

"Your Highness, that family rented ten shops at one go. They were planning to let them out, but they heard that more than five shops would be taxed heavily. It is estimated that they are changing hands."

Fang Xing was delighted when he heard it.

Said: "I remember that you have to pay taxes when you change hands?"

Zhu Zhanji said in a good mood: "It is necessary to pay taxes, and there is still a second phase in the market, he can't rent a good price!"

"This is earning two crops of money, Master Xia must be proud of it!"

Even Jia Quan was familiar with Xia Yuanji's character of being a money fan.

Walking out of the big market, Fang Xing saw more than ten small stalls lined up outside, and the first one was Chunmei.

There is a spacious road outside the big market. Only the open space beside the market can accommodate more than ten stalls, so it looks a bit crowded.

It's just that Chunmei's current situation is not very good. Several men and women are yelling around her spring cake stand. If Chunmei is not carrying a kitchen knife, it is estimated that there will be a martial arts show.

"Sister Chun, I tell you, you didn't buy this place, why should you be placed at the front?!"

A tall man yelled at Chunmei, but he was a little afraid of the kitchen knife, so he didn't dare to get too close.

A big man was jumping and screaming in front of a girl. This scene made people worry, but Chunmei was not afraid, and said, "Why? Just because I am the first one to set up a stall outside here! You Why do you say it? Why do you want to put it first? Who gave you the reason? Let's go to Shuntian Mansion to talk about it!"

A woman who looked like a daughter-in-law also put her hands on her hips and shouted: "Look at your young age, what are you waiting for if you don't hurry up and get married? Don't you want to save your own dowry? Hahahaha!"

This is a bit harsh, if a woman of Daming needs to save her own dowry, it would be an insult to her natal family - no ability!

"What's the matter with you?"

Chunmei is still proud of one against two: "Whose reason? Of course it is the truth of the world! Even if it is in front of His Majesty, it is the same reason!"

The daughter-in-law said angrily: "Just because you want to see His Majesty? You have such a big face! Today you have to give in if you don't want to. Let's talk about it, can each family take turns every day?"

"OK!"

Is there even a need to say it?

The nature of the world is not to suffer from scarcity but to suffer from inequality.

"Then try it!"

Chunmei sharpened the kitchen knife on the chopping board and said not to be outdone.

Xiaodao couldn't hold back any longer, Xin Laoqi glared at him, and said in a low voice: "Don't move around, the master has his own opinion!"

Xiaodao touched the flying knife with his hand, and that familiar feeling came again.

Fang Xing turned around and took a look at Xiao Dao. Seeing his red eyes, he said, "What are you panicking about? What can a man do if he is not as calm as Chunmei?"

Xiaodao's breathing was a little short, and gradually calmed down under Fang Xing's gaze, but the hand holding the flying knife was even more forceful.

Zhu Zhanji was watching all the time, when Xia Yuanji came out, he shouted when he saw this scene: "What are you doing? Put down the murder weapon!"

Although they didn't know each other, the dozen or so officials behind Xia Yuanji were not ostentatious. Immediately, the men and women dispersed a little, but the man shouted: "My lord, this woman occupies the front by herself, it's not fair! My little one." We discussed with her, and almost got cut by her! You see, she still has a knife in her hand!"

Chunmei let go subconsciously, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

"Protect the adults!"

An official rushed forward to block Xia Yuanji's body, his face was full of sadness.

Fuck!

Fang Xing couldn't keep silent, he coughed dryly: "It's just some small conflicts, how could it be the assassination of Lord Xia? Relax, today is a good day, don't bring yourself bad luck!"

The official didn't look back, he was still standing in front of Xia Yuanji.

It seems that he has decided on this show!

Fang Xing immediately forgave him, because there was no one in front of Zhu Zhanji.

If you want to flatter, you also want to flatter the emperor's grandson! idiot!

Xia Yuanji was very helpless, turned around and smiled apologetically at Zhu Zhanji, then pushed away the person in front of him, walked over and said, "This is not..."

"Ahem!"

Fang Xing waited so long just to get rid of Xiaodao's evil spirit. At this time, Xiaodao was almost out of control, and Xin Laoqi was holding the back of his neck, trying his best to calm him down.

"Quiet!"

This was the first time Fang Xing scolded Xiaodao seriously.

Xiaodao was taken aback, Fang Xing had already walked over there.

Xin Laoqi let go of his hand and said in a low voice: "Be more honest, otherwise I will lock you into a small dark room!"

Since he entered Fang's house with a small knife, Fang Xing has been boiling the eagle, no matter whether it's tenderness and fine grinding, or ruthless training, but this kid is still the knife in his bones - a guy with a tendency to kill!

Old Seventh Xin strode up to follow, Xiaodao's eyes were still a little red, Jia Quan took a look and sighed: "Don't think about the past, live a good life."

He had seen this kind of people before in the army, and they were all caused by killing people.

Xiaodao closed his eyes, he knew that those men and women could not threaten Fang Xing's safety.

When did I start killing people?

Thirteen, maybe?

Who did you kill?

It seems to be a Mongolian man, um, yes, he fell off the horse, and then the little flag officer ordered me to kill him and take off his head.

That Mongolian man doesn't seem to be very big, and he doesn't even have a beard.

Remember the splashed blood...it was red, redder than the setting sun!

Xiaodao's throat throbbed, and he saw that Fang Xing had already walked forward.

"Who started?"

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