Volume 1 Chapter 129: Unbearable (Part 2)

  Chapter 129: None Other Than Me (Part Two)

  As soon as Mozi walked out of his neighbor's door, he saw Zanjin leading two horses with a big head.

  "Did Cen Er let you come pick her up?" Mozi was taken aback, thinking to herself that although she had started passing on messages again, she had said she was going to Yuhefang.

  "Hmm. He said, it's not suitable for a young lady like you to travel such a long distance alone. I myself also wanted to come, anyway he hasn't given me any work to do yet, and I'm idle too. Moreover, you're my master, after all. Actually, I should be following you around the whole day. I said, how about I take care of that master of yours..." Zan made a slashing motion with one hand on his sword, and drew a line across his neck with the other.

  "Are you kidding me?" Mu Zi glared at him with a fierce expression.

  "Huh? What's going on?" Zan Jin's expression didn't actually have any killing intent.

  "You've followed me for such a short time, and you've already abandoned the martial morals your grandfather and father taught you. Is it because I'm too indulgent as your master?" Has she corrupted the last good person in the world?

  Zan's face turned bright red, "I'm just worried about my master and the other masters. What if something happens to you when I'm not around? Just thinking about it makes me anxious. Earlier when you weren't here, I walked a big circle. Growing up so big, I've never seen such a long wall before. It's easy to get in, but finding you immediately is quite an effort. Mo Ge, I heard you say that freedom is the best. Actually, with your intelligence and this sword in my hand, why don't we just leave and never come back?"

  Loquacious, but loquacious with reason.

  Mozhi smiled and said, "Well done, how high is your martial arts skill?"

  "Probably no one has ever asked Zan to advance this question, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, "It's okay. My dad said that when hunting, it is absolutely impossible to return empty-handed. Dad also said that when competing with others, of course, I can't beat my grandfather, but one or two strong men should be no problem. I don't know myself either. Except for competing with my dad, I've never used this sword since I was young."

  "That's the truth." Mozi also believed that there weren't many powerful martial artists in the world. "I'm only saying this once, so listen carefully and don't ask again. This world is treacherous, and it's not easy for us to survive, especially since I'm a woman. I'm looking for a way to make sure no one can bully us in the future. The current master isn't someone we need to worry about. On the contrary, she's helping me by taking the lead and shielding me from harm, which allows me to do what I want behind her back. As for me, I like to take things step by step, making sure each move is solid before proceeding. I won't do anything without being certain of success. Just like sailing a boat, even if it seems like we're going against the wind, as long as our sails are in the right direction, the wind becomes favorable, and what others think is impossible becomes possible. Before long, I'll be able to come and go freely within these walls. At that time, no matter who's in charge, it won't make a difference to me. We'll both have our share of benefits, and if the sky falls, I won't be the first one to die." The advantage of this era is that everyone knows that servants follow their master's orders, so if you want to get to the bottom of things, you need to find someone with a higher status to blame.

  Zan made some progress in understanding, but still felt a bit confused. What made him the happiest was that Mozi's words included him as well, and he wholeheartedly believed in her.

  Seeing the horse galloping, Mozi wasn't very comfortable. She didn't like riding horses, it was an instinctive dislike. Or maybe because she liked boats instead. Boats were a means of transportation on water, while horses were for land travel, two different things altogether. Horse-drawn carriages were still okay, but riding directly on the horse always gave her the feeling that she might be thrown off at any moment. However, since the journey was short, riding a horse was the best option.

  Purple ink tightly grasped the reins, her back stiffened and arched, the horse's belly rubbed against her thighs and calves, really not comfortable at all.

  Fortunately, Weiyunfang is not far from Yuhefang, and Zan Jin took her through a shortcut. Before their buttocks got numb, they arrived at Tongyu Street. Today, Ceng Er and his men only entered the city and had not started work yet, and the main gate was still in Lujiaoxiang.

  Mozi didn't want to ride a horse, so she got off and handed the reins to Zanjin. She walked over to Tongyu West Street on her own, taking the opportunity to re-measure the distance. After graduating from military academy, the head of the general staff who supervised her internship emphasized one thing: the more accurate the data, the greater the possibility of success. Just because a house has been bought doesn't mean you can just sit back and wait for the money to come in. The second set of data was still good news that strengthened her confidence, and she even discovered that there were many shops near Luojiao Alley, possibly brought out by Tongyu Street, which was quite lively.

  However, when she saw the Lin family's gate, she found a group of people gathered there pointing and whispering.

  Zan rushed over, his face not red and not panting, but his voice was tense. "Mo Ge, Cen Er told me to call you to come quickly. Something has happened, he doesn't know what to do."

  Mei Zi hurried over and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

  Zan pushed forward a handsome face with a wrinkle, "I don't know, I just heard that there was a woman crying."

  Mozi was shocked and immediately thought of Zhen Niang. But thinking again, although Lin Gongzi was not very reliable, when she mentioned that his parents had passed away early and he and his sister relied on each other, he seemed to have been moved. How could it be his own sister? He was a scholar who read the classics, so even if they quarreled behind closed doors, it would be over. Now with the big gate open and a crowd of people gathered to watch the commotion, what kind of unscrupulous thing could he still do? Maybe it was one of the maids in the Lin household, crying and refusing to leave the main house.

  As she walked closer, she found that there were quite a few onlookers, circling around in threes and fours. If it weren't for Zan Jin's tall stature clearing a path for her, she would have had to rack her brains to think of a way to get in.

  All along, I've been hearing pitiful, conscienceless, and beastly words. The more I listen, the more my heart feels like it's growing hair.

  Following Zan Jin, after leaving the crowd, the murmurs of people's discussions became a background hum behind him. As soon as Zan Jin opened his mouth, vicious words came out like a ferocious wolf pouncing on its prey.

  "What are you crying about? You're making my head explode. If anyone's to blame, it's those ungrateful siblings of yours who came here. Today, we brothers either take the silver or take someone hostage. We won't let this debt of 1,500 taels of silver go until it's cleared up. I'm telling you, even if we go to court, you'll have no case. The contract is written in black and white..."

  Mozi saw several fierce-looking men standing at the bottom of the stone steps, with broad shoulders and waists, forming a row. On this sunny spring day, they wore sleeveless white shirts with red edges, red belts around their waists, grayish-blue leggings, and their arms and chests exposed black hair, looking like thugs. Standing on the stone steps, under the original Lin family's signboard, were three people: two women and one man. The man was thinner than the thugs, with triangular eyes, a collapsed nose bridge, a copper coin plaster on his temples, his hair combed into a bun on top of his head, tied with a blue scarf, and two sparse whiskers. He was probably short in stature, but when speaking harsh words, he jumped up and down to show off his height. However, his spittle splattered everywhere. The two women were Mozi's ominous premonition, Zhen Niang, and next to her was probably her maid. Both had pale faces, the younger maid crying, while Zhen Niang glared with red eyes but without a single tear.

  Mei Zi met her twice, and each time she was very strong.

  That copper coin continued to jump with its feet, shaking a piece of paper in its hand, and after showing it off to the onlookers for half a circle, it bent down in front of Zhen Niang and waved it, "Take a good look, your brother's handwritten IOU, if you can't repay the debt, then use you as collateral. I heard you're literate, should be able to understand, right?"

  Zhen Niang reached out to grab it, and Tong Qian Gao hurriedly jumped back, folding the paper and putting it back in his pocket. "Aiyo, little girl, don't be so rude, let you snatch it away and tear it up, my Ninth Master would twist my head off. The silver coins are gone, and even the beautiful woman who can make money is gone."

  Zhen Niang gritted her teeth, her eyes didn't even blink. "It was written by my brother himself, go find him if you have any questions, what does it have to do with me?"

  "You're really putting me in a difficult spot, little girl. Even you don't know where the person has gone, how can I find them? You're not yet married, your parents died early, and your older brother took on the role of father, so he can make decisions for you. Now that he's written it clearly, if he can't hand over the silver, then he'll hand over you. You may not be willing, but it's useless. Actually, this is all your own doing. If a few days ago your sister-in-law had taken you to meet Eighth Master, you would have agreed to become his concubine. Now, how did it come to pass that Ninth Master has come to collect debts? Ninth Master doesn't like women, even if you were a heavenly immortal descended to earth, you'd still have to go into the brothel to earn money for him." With a clucking sound, Tong Qianjin smiled and reached out to pinch Zhen Niang's chin.

  "If I were you, it's best to stop now." Mozi's voice was soft and heavy. "Otherwise, a lawsuit will be filed with the authorities, which is equivalent to molesting a virtuous woman."

  The couple with the surname Lin really did it. She paid 1,800 taels of silver and thought that Master Lin would repay the debt, thinking that the remaining silver wouldn't be squandered for long. Unexpectedly, they went to extremes. The couple didn't repay the debt at all, took the silver, abandoned their sister, and ran away. Moreover, they used their sister as a mortgage, no wonder people in the crowd cursed them for being ruthless. It turned out that when Copper Coin Cream mentioned that Zhen Niang refused to be someone's concubine, on the day she was bought by the Lin family, Zhen Niang went out to eat with her sister-in-law, and it was her sister-in-law who wanted to sell her as a concubine. Wow, what a perfect match for this couple, but unfortunately, Zhen Niang got stuck with this perfect brother and sister-in-law, and she became the most unfortunate one.

  Although Mozi understood that this kind of transaction was too common a thousand years ago, one day she really encountered it, and no matter how low-key she was, she couldn't ignore it. As a soldier, there is a passion in her bones, even if she suppressed it, the force of eruption is still full. So, she spoke up. She couldn't help but speak up, because of her conscience. She had to speak up, because these people were making such a fuss, affecting the reputation of Wang Qiulou. This reason behind was a bit nonsense, but she also had to explain it to her superiors, right?

  "Which bastard dares to interfere with our Leopard Gang's business? You're so full that you're getting impatient just by being alive?" Tong Qian Gao had been arrogant for many years, and hadn't seen anyone dare to make a sound.

  Panther Gang? Underworld's

  The common people should be dealt with by the common people, and the ink purple oil is a bit of fun. Just as they were about to move forward, a row of thugs suddenly surrounded them in the middle.

  Zan Jin suddenly shouted: "Who dares to take another step closer, I'll make him see blood immediately"

  Dark purple but felt a shock in the eardrum, thinking that this kid's kung fu is not bad, and his aura is even better than his kung fu. At this time, it's necessary to have confidence. Real knives and guns? No need.

  Next, it depends on her ability to bluff.

  Today's second update, also an additional update for fans of 390.

  Mama, everyone.

  Chapter 129: None Other Than Me (Part Two)

  Chapter 129: None Other Than Me (2)