20demayo Chapter 30, It's set up like an underground transportation station.
Chapter 30, It's set up like an underground transportation station.
"Really? Brother Cao, I'm not very educated, don't try to fool me."
Cao Wenda laughed heartily: "My master is always generous. If you can really handle things well, you will definitely benefit. It's not impossible to get you a minor official position. Once you have an official title, it won't be difficult to get things done in the future."
"I see." Lin Zhou smacked his lips, then nodded, taking the opportunity to say, "I'll do my best then. But Brother Cao, what do you want me to do?"
"Find out the princess's preferences."
She likes Buddhism.
"Huh?" Cao Wenda was taken aback. "You knew all that? That princess lives a secluded life, and for years no one knew her preferences. You found out in just one day?"
"His son knows," Lin Zhou scratched his head. "Seriously, are you guys so concerned about saving face? Why don't you just ask that Wanyan guy again?"
"Wanyan Heng".
Although he helped Lin Zhou complete the name of Prince Rui, Cao Wenda still sighed inwardly. This kid really didn't know anything. He looked green and spoke crudely. Originally, he was planning to find some loopholes in him so that he could take him down and seize the path behind him. But who knew that this guy was full of loopholes, making it impossible for anyone to know where to start...
"Then just ask him directly."
"You brat, oh dear... you're driving me crazy! How dare you even ask such a question? My master and Prince Rui are both men of high standing, and you dare to go up to them and inquire about their wives' preferences? Such vulgar behavior is utterly shameful! It's embarrassing for both sides!"
Lin Zhou scratched his head, feeling that these people were being incredibly tedious.
"It's just a small matter," Lin Zhou laughed. "She likes Buddha. Originally, I was going to get a gold Buddha for her mother, but I said I wanted to get her a glass Buddha."
"You can have something else; give me the crystal Buddha instead."
"Brother Cao..." Lin Zhou gestured as if counting money with his fingers, "That stuff isn't something just anyone can get their hands on. Shouldn't you give me a little something?"
Cao Wenda was so annoyed by this fellow that he gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath and slapped down a 500-guan note: "Is that enough?"
"Almost, but since it's Brother Cao, let's go with it. I promise to give Brother Cao a big surprise."
"At least you still have some conscience."
Cao Wenda left, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, while Lin Zhou sat behind the counter and chuckled, thinking that it would be better to make him a resin one with an LED colored base, and then add a small solar-powered speaker that would start chanting Buddhist scriptures as soon as it was exposed to light...
That thing might only cost around a hundred yuan in Yiwu, but here, it'd be the main plot of some martial arts novel...
Legend has it that the Queen Consort of the Jin Kingdom possessed a crystal Buddha statue, a supreme Buddhist treasure. People in the martial arts world flocked to it, causing a series of bloody conflicts...
"Wait! Brother Cao, wait a minute!"
Cao Wenda had just reached the door when he heard his call, so he turned around and looked at him, saying, "What is it now, ancestor?"
"Brother Cao, I'm short-handed here. I'd like to get a couple of girls. Could you find me a few good-looking ones?"
"You need to call me for something like this?" Cao Wenda's hair stood on end, his face flushed red. "I gave you Yingge'er, and you still want more? You scoundrel, don't be so greedy."
"You're not going to do it for me?" Lin Zhou looked troubled. "I just asked around today, and it's not cheap... You know how small my business is..."
"Go get it yourself! There are plenty of matchmakers out there, don't bother me with such trivial matters."
"Then I'll go to the orphanage outside the city and pick out a few cheap ones."
Cao Wenda snorted coldly, glanced back at him, and thought that this guy was really obsessed with money and had no ambition whatsoever.
"Do as you please!"
After Cao Wenda left, Lin Zhou sat in the shop, staring blankly at the door, his mind filled with thoughts of how to legitimately bring Xiao'e to live in the city. Of course... not only Xiao'e, but also those children with weaker constitutions, he wanted to bring them over as well. But if there were too many people, something terrible would definitely happen. At that time, even though he was a rare commodity merchant related to a fourth-rank official, he would be in trouble.
Even Han Shizhong would have been killed on horseback...
Wait, Han Shizhong!
Suddenly, a thread silently connected in Lin Zhou's mind: Si Hou was a soldier and was not deeply affected by Marshal Yue's affair. Of the four generals who revived the Southern Song Dynasty, only Zhang Jun and Han Shizhong were still alive.
If nothing unexpected happens, the person behind Si Hou is one of these two, and Zhang Jun is one of the main culprits who killed Yue Fei, so the only possibility is...
Is it Han Shizhong?
In other words, Lin Zhou is now embroiled in a power struggle between Qin Hui and Han Shizhong.
"Wow, this level...?"
Just then, they heard footsteps in the backyard, and then Cheng'er appeared mysteriously in front of him.
"I heard you became a traitor."
"You idiot..." Lin Zhou cursed, "Where did you hear that from?"
"Today you entered Wanyan Heng's residence."
"I'm a peddler, damn it." Lin Zhou pointed to the surrounding shelves: "If people buy a lot, shouldn't I deliver to their door? Just because they walk in the door doesn't mean they're traitors. Your standards for judging traitors are low enough."
"Father wants you to assassinate Wanyan Heng."
Lin Zhou was taken aback, straightened up, and pointed at himself: "Huh? Me? Isn't your father giving me too much credit?"
"Just kidding." Xu Cheng waved his hand and laughed, "What Father means is, you should see if you can cultivate a good relationship with Wanyan Heng. Although there is the Treaty of Shaoxing, the Jurchens seem to be making frequent moves, and Father is worried..."
"Oh dear, you guys are using me to the point of death! Qin Hui only asked me to find out about Princess Rui's hobbies, and you immediately send me to spy on the Jin Kingdom's military secrets. Do you think I'm beneath you? Do you think I'm not dead fast enough?"
Xu Cheng seemed to know that this was too difficult for Lin Zhou. After he finished speaking, he laughed and then sighed, "Father has no choice. These days, Qin Hui's henchmen have been suppressing my father too much. Some of his close associates have been transferred away. Now there are almost no capable people left in the Imperial City Guard."
"You can't expect me, an amateur, to do this kind of thing. I'm not a smart person..." Lin Zhou sat down and leaned back. "I'm just an ordinary person. I can read and write, but my handwriting looks like a dog crawled on it. I really can't do this job."
"Let's do our best; it's all for the sake of the Han dynasty."
Is this moral blackmail?
"Thank you." Xu Cheng was unusually polite this time, bowing deeply to Lin Zhou at a ninety-degree angle: "Right now, you're the only one who can get in touch with them."
Lin Zhou was both amused and exasperated: "Well, I also have things I need you to do."
"Please speak."
"I need your help to clear Xiao'e and the others' identities."
"This..." Xu Cheng's face paled, and he took two steps back. "This is a bit..."
"Please." Lin Zhou returned the deep bow to Xu Cheng: "Do your best, it will be a tribute to the loyal and virtuous who died unjustly."
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