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  This sentence made Pang An satisfied, and he nodded slightly, beckoning Ling Zheng to lean in: "Do you know that Yue Lai Hotel on the street behind?"

  Ling Zheng said: "Second Master, you've asked the right person. I grew up in this area and know the situation on this street better than anyone else. The owner of Yue Lai Inn is surnamed Yang, also known as Yang Yuli. Twenty years ago, he came to Bianjing City with his wife and ran the inn, which was small but enough to make a living. However, after a few years, his wife fell ill and passed away, leaving him and a young girl behind..."

  Pang An waved his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, who did he get in touch with? Does he have any backing in the government?"

  "He has no backing at all. Last time someone owed him money, I was the one who helped him out. I just think he's a honest man and can't bear to see him being bullied."

  A faint smile appeared at the corner of Pang An's mouth: "Really can't see it, still a kind-hearted person."

  Ling Zheng self-deprecatingly said: "I'm not considered a good person, it's just that everyone has more contact with each other on ordinary days and over time, compared to outsiders, they are closer. That old man is also okay, every time I come with relatives and friends, he lets us stay in his shop without spending any money."

  Pang An looked at Ling Zheng: "If I let him harm you, would you?"

  Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, very puzzled. Because the person with the best relationships on this street is Yang Zhanggui. If it were someone else who had offended the Tai Shi Fu people, Ling Zheng would still believe it, but Yang Zhanggui's usual practice is to not offend even strangers, so how could he have provoked the Tai Shi Fu into becoming his enemy?

  Ling Zheng tentatively asked: "Second Master, what did the old man do to offend you?"

  Pang An didn't answer the question, but instead looked at Ling Zheng with his eyes. After a moment, Ling Zheng lowered his head and said, "A humble person speaks too much, a humble person speaks too much."

  "Remember, I want him to be in big trouble, the bigger the better. Just find a charge to sue him and it's done, don't worry about the rest. Once it's settled, Second Master, I won't let you down."

  Saying so, he pulled out a package of silver from his bosom: "Take these first."

  Ling Zheng didn't dare take the money: "Aiyo, Second Master, what are you doing? How could I accept your silver?"

  Pang Da closed his eyes, took another sip of tea and waved his hand to indicate that Ling Zheng could leave: "Take the silver, as the saying goes, 'the emperor does not begrudge hungry soldiers', remember, two days later I will come here again, hoping that old man Yang is already in prison."

  Ling Zheng nodded busily: "Don't worry, Second Master, I will definitely get it done."

  Not until Pang An left did Ling Zheng confirm that Pang An really didn't want that bag of silver, only then did he dare to take it.

  The bag was weighed in his hand, at least thirty taels heavy, which is enough to attract a small mixed gang on the street.

  Pang An said that the heavier the crime, the better. But Ling Zheng was a man who still had some sense of justice, and as a neighbor for many years, Yang Zhuo's reputation was not bad, but he went too far this time, and afterwards, he couldn't stay here anymore either.

  After some thought, Ling Zheng felt that it was better to leave some leeway, so he forgot about those charges of murder and just made him a thief.

  In the Song Dynasty, the punishment for theft was still very severe. In serious cases, it could be punishable by death, and generally, it would result in exile. The reason is simple: people who like to steal are often unwelcome as neighbors.

  After taking a deep breath, Ling Zheng thought to himself: "Yang Lao Tou, don't blame me for this. Who made you offend the Tai Shi Fu? Even if I didn't do it, someone else would have come along and done it anyway."

  For a rascal like him, this was a piece of cake, almost without any thinking. Ling Zheng easily picked up the tea bowl on the table and put it into a cloth bag, then walked towards Yue Lai Inn with big strides.

  When Ling Zheng arrived at the door, he first looked around and saw that there were no familiar people inside, only a few outsiders who looked like scholars walking around, before stepping inside.

  Yang the shopkeeper recognized him and knew it wasn't convenient to offend such a rascal, so he immediately came out from behind the counter: "Ah, Young Master Ling has arrived? Please come in, please come in."

  Ling Zheng looked at Yang Zhuang and smiled, saying: "Is business good?"

  Yang Zhuanggui smiled foolishly: "Thanks for taking care of it, isn't the imperial examination coming up soon? Business can be put on hold. What brings Young Master here?"

  Mr. Yang was afraid that Ling Zheng would bring his friends to stay in the hotel again, if he had brought a few friends over during normal times, it wouldn't have been a big deal, the rooms were empty anyway. However, with the approaching of the imperial examination, the guest house became increasingly tense.

  Fortunately, Ling Zheng didn't say those things. He took out a package from his bosom and put it on the counter: "This is a treasure I found in the past few days. Can't let that woman at home see it. Put it here for one day first, and I'll come back to pick it up tomorrow."

  Yang Zhuangju was taken aback and immediately said: "Ling Gongzi, this is absolutely impossible. If there's any mishap, our small shop can't afford to take responsibility."

  When they heard someone call out "baby", all of those scholars turned their heads at the same time and took a glance at the package in Ling Zheng's hand.

  Ling Zheng leaned in close to Yang's ear again and whispered, "Hehe, just kidding, this is just a tea bowl, I bought it earlier, but I don't want to go home now, so I'll just leave it here for the time being. I'll come back for it early tomorrow morning."

  The shopkeeper opened his pocket and looked at it from top to bottom. It was indeed an ordinary tea bowl, so he put his mind at ease: "Well, just leave it here then."

  Yang didn't have the slightest idea what this ordinary tea bowl would bring to himself, and after Ling Zheng went out, he took a long breath, looked back at Yang who was still busy, and felt a bit uncomfortable. He happened to see Chen Yuan selling wine in the wine shop, so he walked over quickly.

  "Hey, bring me a jar of wine." Ling Zheng stood at the entrance of the wine shop.

  Chen Yuan didn't even look up and immediately replied: "Coming! Do you want a five-pound pack or a ten-pound pack?"

  Ling Zheng's mouth curled up in a cold smile as he knocked on the door panel: "Are you the new one?"

  Chen Yuan turned around, and some familiar customers behind Ling Zheng made gestures to Chen Yuan. With Ling Zheng's standard rogue demeanor, Chen Yuan immediately understood what he was up to. Without saying a word, he picked up a 10-kilogram wine jar from the table and handed it to Ling Zheng: "Look at my eyes, how did I not see that it was you? Forgive me for being rude, sir."

  "How much money?"

  "Look, I've made a scene, haven't I? In the future, this small business will still trouble you to take care of it."

  Ling Zhengchong gave Chen Yuan a thumbs up and patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, brother is a sensible person, one look and you can tell he's experienced, if there's anything in the future, just come find me."

  A brother asked Lao Hei for chapter recommendations, I'm touched, haha, brothers' words are really looking up to me! PS: 《Jian Chen's Most Flowery》

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