The real daughter is really not a human being

After hearing this, Zhu Luo roughly understood.

Reputation is very important in this world, especially for officials. If your reputation is bad, it will affect your promotion.

After so many things happened, they simply closed the shop, took down the signboard and renovated it.

Zhu Luo went to the next door to inquire, and only felt relieved when he knew that Sun had indeed taken Yaoguang away.

But even the neighbors next door didn’t know where the two of them went.

Zhu Luo had no choice but to turn back.

Thinking about what happened that day, Zhu Luo was not worried about the safety of Yaoguang and Sun, but he felt a little regretful and aggrieved.

The old lady said she treated him like her own grandson, so why didn’t she leave a word to the neighbors when she left?

Grandma! Food! I'm hungry!

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Sun was not aware of Zhu Luo's grievances. She was busy helping Yaoguang to process the fish fillets.

Yaoguang worked very quickly and was the one who killed most of the fish. After they were done, Sun would evenly coat the fish with seasoning.

The pile of fish offal was not wasted. Yaoguang dried them all, pickled them all, and made them into reserve food.

Sun was very pleased that Yaoguang knew how to live her life. Her grandfather taught her well!

Just as the grandmother and granddaughter were busy, there was finally a knock on the door of the courtyard.

dong dong dong-

"Is anyone there?" A clear male voice sounded behind the door.

Yaoguang opened the door and saw a strange man standing at the door. She immediately identified him based on his smell and clothing, and found that he was the owner of the yard.

The old woman who rented the yard to them said that the owner of the house was a young scholar who worked as a traveling businessman and often traveled in and out of the city.

Yaoguang could tell a lot about this man at a glance: he was 25 years old, male, and his boots were covered in mud of different colors. The wet mud meant he had been to many places. There were also complex smells, including the smell of livestock manure, incense, and blood. Incense was a common smell on this street, from the incense and candles sold in the shops for funerals.

It is difficult for Yaoguang to determine the source of the bloody smell, as the sources are complex and varied.

And the smell of the old woman who rented the house to them indicated that the two had just met.

Yaoguang thought about this and looked at Ding Mao again. After making sure that he could not pose any threat to her, her eyes were as calm as usual.

When Ding Maocai returned home, he heard the aunt next door say that she had rented out the yard, so he hurried over.

The aunt mentioned that the people who rented the yard were an old woman and her granddaughter, and they seemed to get along very well.

When Ding Mao met Yaoguang's gaze, he suddenly felt timid. Although she was a girl not as tall as him, she looked more difficult than the ones he encountered in his daily life.

Ding Mao muttered to himself, wondering if the aunt next door was lying. This girl looked difficult to get along with.

Ding Mao: "Do you live here? Where are your parents?"

"My aunt is inside." Yaoguang said, and pushed the door open a little to let Ding Mao walk in.

Seeing Yaoguang's quick movements and her lack of guard against others, Ding Mao began to doubt the inexplicable feeling that had just arisen in his heart.

Maybe it was because the girl's eyes were too straightforward that he had this illusion.

Ding Mao entered the yard, and Sun enthusiastically served him tea and water after learning that Ding Mao was the owner of the yard.

Ding Mao came to rent the courtyard. The old woman who brought them to see the house had already mentioned the rent issue, and the two had no objection to the price.

But before Sun paid the money, Yaoguang proposed to write a contract.

This was something the grandmother and granddaughter had discussed long ago, for fear of being kicked out again.

"Sure, I can write it." Ding Mao agreed readily, went back to his yard, took out paper and pen, and wrote the deed.

She and Sun left their names and handprints on two deeds respectively. Sun was illiterate, so her name was written by Yaoguang.

The contract was signed for half a year, and the rent was not expensive. Yaoguang could earn that much in one day by buying fish, so Sun paid the money very quickly.

Ding Mao took the change from Sun and looked at the words at the signature of the deed, which were powerful and graceful. His eyes unconsciously turned to Yaoguang.

I didn’t expect that the little girl, at such a young age, could write in such an elegant style.

Ding Mao was so engrossed in reading the characters that he accidentally kicked a wooden barrel covered with a dustpan.

The dustpan fell aside, revealing the fish inside, which were cleaned neatly and of uniform size.

Only then did Ding Mao notice that there was a pile of fish scales in the corner of the yard. Why didn't he smell any fishy smell?

Ding Mao instinctively became alert and quickly apologized to Sun: "I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road when I walked. Is the thing inside okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Sun said. It was just that the dustpan covering it had fallen off, but the fish inside were fine.

Before leaving the yard, Ding Mao looked back at Yaoguang.

Seeing Yaoguang looking at him, with the same deep and unfathomable gaze as before, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Why does this little girl look so weird?

The aura around him is so terrifying!

Thinking about this, holding the contract in his arms, Ding Maoshen knew that the two were not as simple as they seemed, but now there was no room for regret.

As long as these two people don't cause him trouble, he will never interfere in their affairs.

Returning to the courtyard where he lived, Ding Mao began to deal with trivial matters in a hurry.

He opened the wooden boxes he brought back one by one, took out the sword hidden in the secret compartment, went to the well to fetch a bucket of water, and took the sword to the basin to wipe the blood off it.

The water in the basin was changed twice before it gradually became clear.

After cleaning the sword, Ding Mao took out the whetstone and began to sharpen his sword.

The sword needs to be sharper before it can be used.

In addition to his apparent identity as a scholar and businessman, Ding Mao was also an assassin. He was a well-known assassin in the underworld, and he would do anything as long as he was paid.

Of course, before accepting an order, he would ask about the target to be assassinated and would not act blindly.

After each assassination mission, Ding Mao would return to his yard, sharpen his sword, wash clothes, cook, and sweep the yard. He handled everything properly and was so virtuous that he was completely different from what ordinary people imagined an assassin to be.

The inspections in the capital have been strict recently, and there are more guards. The assassins are planning to take a break, and Ding Mao also plans to do so.

Ding Mao, who was sitting by the well sharpening his sword, suddenly remembered the bucket of fish he had just seen.

With so many fish, they must not be eaten by themselves but sold!

Thinking of this, Ding Mao immediately made a decision that he would never forget. He planned to find out what the grandmother and granddaughter did for a living and find out their background.

Thinking of this, Ding Mao became excited again and sharpened the sword faster.

Then I quickly wash clothes and cook, and go to bed before the sun sets.

Because at night, he has to go out to stand guard!

As the night deepened, Ding Mao, who had slept for more than an hour, climbed out of bed.