The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

"Stop it, don't grab it..."

The butler grabbed a servant who was trying to steal something, but he was hit on the head by a stone, and his face was covered in blood.

He wiped his head, looked at his bloody hands, and turned back to look at the main courtyard where there was no movement at all.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, turned around and joined the crowd scrambling for money.

Unfortunately, the warehouse of the Bo Mansion had long been emptied by Qiwu, and only the master's main courtyard and the eldest son's front yard still had some valuable items.

But for the servants, a quilt and a set of lamps are precious enough.

Soon all the courtyards were swept away.

But no one rushed into the main courtyard.

On the one hand, it was because the master had great prestige, and they were also afraid of conflicts with the guards, as they did not know whether the guards were in the main courtyard.

So most of the surging crowd rushed to the front yard, and even broke down the gate of the eldest young master in the front yard.

But the guards happened to be in the front yard and got the news faster.

The carriage was already harnessed, and the young master, along with his servants and guards, rushed out against the crowded and trampling crowd.

The eldest young master was still shouting in the carriage, "My paperweight and the Tianhuang seal in my study have not been put away yet."

"Shut up, or I'll throw you down," the head guard shouted coldly.

He held the reins in his hand with an anxious look on his face. However, he was heading not to the city gate, but to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the inner city.

The eldest young master looked at the chief guard with vicious eyes behind his back, but he knew that he had no power to resist and could only be rage in his heart.

The carriage was very large, and the back was filled with gold, silver, and jewelry. Qi Wu waved his hand to replace the empty boxes, and then pasted a bad luck charm and a tracking charm on the young master, and then went back to watch the excitement in the mansion.

The noise in the yard was so loud that it woke up Aunt Fang who was taking care of the master in the house.

"What are you arguing about? The master has been coughing for so long and just lay down. If you wake the master up, I will sell you out."

But there was no one in the yard at all, the noise came from outside the yard.

The angry master woke up and threw a teacup at the door.

"How do you manage servants? Why don't you tell them to shut up!"

The teacup hit Aunt Fang's forehead and fell to the ground. Aunt Fang didn't dare to say anything. She covered her forehead and went out of the courtyard to investigate.

It turned out that the mansion was in chaos. The servants passing by were holding all kinds of ornaments, cloths and bundles. Some people even fought with each other for a gilded incense burner, resulting in a bloody fight.

She was confused and grabbed a third-class maid who was passing by and usually greeted people with a smile.

"What happened in the mansion? Was the house confiscated?"

When the maid saw the golden hairpin on Aunt Fang's head, her eyes lit up and she snatched it away, and then tried to grab the bracelet on her hand.

Aunt Fang was quite fierce. She was stunned for a moment, then immediately gave the third-class maid a slap in the face.

He snatched back his bracelet.

When she was about to snatch the gold hairpin back, the third-class maidservant did not bother with her and ran away quickly.

Aunt Fang looked around and quickly returned to her own courtyard.

The door of the house was broken, and all the things on the surface had been moved away. She gritted her teeth, lifted up the bottom of the bed, and took out a bag of gold and silver.

She was about to run away when she suddenly thought of the master in the main courtyard who knew nothing about it.

She rolled her eyes, tidied up her appearance, combed her hair into a man's style, and returned to the main courtyard.

The noise outside gradually died down. It seemed that the servants had almost all fled.

Aunt Fang was anxious but still tried her best not to make any noise.

The master has fallen asleep again. He couldn't sleep well at night, so he always fell into a deep sleep during the day.

She glanced at the furnishings in the room, walked to the mirror box where the accessories were placed, and carefully poured all the accessories into the bag.

Carefully searched everywhere, taking down all the small valuables visible to the naked eye, even the glass lamps.

She knew there must be a secret compartment in the room, but she was running out of time.

I could only open my wardrobe and put on six or seven layers of men's coats.

Just as I was about to leave, I found that the master was sitting up, half asleep and half awake.

Seeing her hair styled like a man's and wearing so many clothes, he was very surprised, "What are you doing rustling around? Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Aunt Fang was so frightened by his frown that her legs went limp, but suddenly she changed her mind.

Why should we be afraid of him? After the rebels rush in, the master will no longer be a great master, but just a stray dog.

Then he picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it on his head.

"Heh, you hit me on the head, you old dog!"

The master was so stunned that he was still not able to recover from the shock of the usually gentle Aunt Fang calling him an old dog and hitting him on the head with a teacup.

After scolding, Aunt Fang quickly turned and ran away. When she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and ran towards me.

While the master was still covering his head, he quickly pulled off the ring on his hand and the white jade rosary on his wrist, stuffed them into his bag, and fled without looking back.

The master stared at Aunt Fang's actions in amazement.

I was shaking with anger.

"Evil creature! Bitch! How dare you bully me like this! Someone, come quickly!"

Aunt Fang did not close the gate when she left.

The main courtyard door was wide open. The servants who had not dared to come in were eager to come in.

I heard the master kept calling "Come here,"

Their eyes lit up instantly. They had called out for so long but no one responded. Did this mean that the guards were not in the main courtyard?

A dozen people rushed into the main courtyard.

The master saw through the window that a group of servants came in.

He had a bad feeling, and he ignored the discomfort all over his body.

I quickly got up and closed the door.

Looking around the house, the small valuables had been taken away by Aunt Fang, and the remaining furnishings were all large and difficult to move.

I opened the secret compartment and found all the silver I had earned from selling my land and shops. Most of it was silver bills, and a small amount was gold and silver. I put them all in a box and packed them up.

Qiwu quickly replaced the gold and silver notes inside and put a stone in.

He found a piece of clothing to wrap the box into a bundle, put it on his back, and then turned around to find some loose and inconspicuous clothes to put on outside.

Thinking about the people outside, she let her hair down again and covered her face.

He turned around, holding a vase that just covered his face, and hid at the door.

When the servants broke the door lock and rushed in, they found no one in the room.

Although the room had been searched by Aunt Fang, a set of bedding and a piece of clothing in the room were also valuable items in the eyes of these servants.

While everyone was looting, he ran out with the vase in his arms.

There are more people pouring in.

The servants watched as this man with disheveled hair and ill-fitting clothes actually snatched a vase.

Some people even laughed at him, saying, "It's not easy to turn vases into cash these days. You are such a fool."

But no one bothered him, after all, there were so many things to take from the main courtyard.

In this chaotic situation, it is not a good idea to pick up a fragile vase.

Once someone took a fancy to his gorgeous clothes and blocked his way, he would quickly take off one of his clothes, throw it into the crowd, and then quickly escape.