As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Out of Qinglefang.

Chen Zheng, who had been waiting outside the door, quickly lay on the ground and acted as a human stool to allow the two men to get on the car.

Seeing this, Chen Zhian was slightly stunned.

This damn sense of ritual,

It's hard to bear to throw it away...

Holding Li Lanqing's hand and getting on the carriage, Chen Zhian waved his hand and said with high spirits: "Let's go to Crescent Lake!"

Li Lanqing looked at the scenery passing by with curiosity. She was sold to Hu Mazi by her biological father when she was twelve years old.

I have been wandering around these years, hanging out in the private rooms of Qinglefang.

Calculate carefully.

Today was the first time she left that alley and saw Chang'an City for real...

Looking at the hawkers hawking their wares on the street and the children chasing and playing in the street, her eyes gradually became red for no reason.

My brothers and sisters at home may also be living a carefree life like this...

"Master, we've arrived at Crescent Lake!"

About half an hour later.

The carriage stopped in a remote wasteland.

Chen Zheng lifted the curtain of the carriage and prepared to kneel on the ground to help the two people get off.

Chen Zhian smiled and kicked him, telling him to get out of here.

Then he jumped off the carriage and carried Li Lanqing down horizontally, saying teasingly: "Come, my beauty, take a look at the fish pond that I have contracted for you!"

Li Lanqing looked blankly at the wild lake in front of him.

She didn't understand why Chen Zhian brought her to this deserted place.

Without explaining, Chen Zhian flew up and stood on a huge rock, overlooking the Crescent Lake.

"It's far away from the downtown, with winding paths leading to secluded places, yet it's facing Jinke Lane, the most prosperous place in the entire Chang'an City. It's incredible that such a holy place is used to raise fish!"

Crescent Lake——

This was exactly the home that Chen Zhian had found for Zhian Building.

There are three small islands on Crescent Lake, each only a hundred meters apart, forming a small island group.

If you build a few attics and pave the road with iron chains, you can easily connect them together and turn them into a brothel where you can eat, drink and have fun.

There are also lakes that form a natural barrier, which relieves the park visitors of their worries.

Even if the tigress in the mansion came to the island to catch people, they could just leave calmly.

There is absolutely no possibility of running away in a hurry with dishevelled clothes.

Security and privacy are second to none.

The more I look, the more I like it.

This must be taken.

Chen Zhian jumped off the boulder and said to Chen Zheng, "Call the captain of the ship. I want to talk to him in person."

Chen Zheng chuckled: "The second brother has asked the captain to wait for you, just waiting for your instructions!"

As he spoke, he slowly took out a piccolo from his pocket, and after testing the pitch with a few "puffs", he started to play it.

The sound of the flute spreads faintly——

Chen Zhian looked up and saw a small boat slowly emerging from the shadows on the Crescent Island.

Chen Yi stood at the bow, with a short flute at his lips. The sound of the flute echoed and responded to Chen Zheng's.

Chen Zhian looked at this scene in astonishment, and after a while he said faintly: "You bastards, you hid very well!"

Chen Zheng smiled modestly: "They are just some low-level tricks, not worth mentioning! Haha, not worth mentioning!"

"hehe!"

Chen Zhian sneered.

No wonder the original owner always felt that these two bastards were elusive, it turns out that they have this kind of secret skill.

Chen Zhian snatched the piccolo from Chen Zheng's hand and looked at it carefully. He found that although this thing looked no different from a piccolo.

There is actually a slight difference, there is a metal card at the bottom.

The island was about two miles away from them, but Chen Yi could hear the flute sound. He thought it was because of the card.

After studying it clearly, Chen Zhian returned the piccolo to Chen Zheng and said casually: "Where did you get this thing from?"

"Hey, I made it myself!"

Chen Zheng hid the piccolo in his arms and couldn't help but said proudly: "Master, I'm not bragging, in the whole Chang'an City, no, in the whole Tang Dynasty, only the flute in our hands can reach the farthest...

We won the championship in the competition last year.

Even the flute of Li Gou'er, the Third Prince's family, can't reach as far as ours!"

"very good!"

Chen Zhian patted Chen Zheng's shoulder with satisfaction.

I'm too lazy to delve into what kind of weird competitions these lackeys are playing in private.

Before, Chen Zhian was still thinking about how to be absolutely sure.

Isn't it all right with this thing?

If there are secret sentries all over the lake, and someone comes to catch a man, they can use the piccolo to transmit the message, and then compose different tunes to convey different messages...

This way.

From now on, Park users can rest easy.

But he didn't mention it here, the fewer people know about it, the better.

Not long after.

The boat stopped by the lake, and Chen Yi led a man over.

The man had dark skin and was dressed in a short shirt. He looked more like an old farmer than a pond owner. As soon as he got ashore, he immediately bowed to Chen Zhian.

With a flattering smile on his face, he said, "I, Zhang Fugui, pay my respects to the young marquis. Long live the young marquis!"

Chen Zhian squinted his eyes and looked at the pond owner.

Inexplicably, it looks familiar.

After thinking for a moment, I suddenly understood where this familiar feeling came from.

——This guy actually looks 80% like the jailer Zhang Xiaoer.

I've been so busy these past two days that I even forgot that Zhang Xiaoer still owes me 495 taels of silver.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Helping Zhang Fugui up, Chen Zhian said with a smile, "Does Boss Zhang have any relatives working in the Jingdu prison?"

A smug look flashed across Zhang Fugui's face. "My son is of humble ability. He just filled the vacancy of the top jailer of Jingdu Prefecture Jail a few days ago. Could it be that... my son has the honor of meeting the young marquis?"

"Haha, I have seen it before, how come I haven't seen it before?

My second brother and I hit it off right away, and our friendship is worth several hundred taels of silver."

As he spoke, Chen Zhian's face changed: "Boss Zhang, you don't want your waiter to stay in jail for the rest of his life, do you?"

The smile on Zhang Fugui’s face froze.

He paid a full one hundred taels of silver to send his second son to jail.

Just to be able to eat public food, what does this young marquis mean?

Could the world really be so dark?

As a pariah, I can't even be a jailer?

Kneeling on the ground with a plop.

Zhang Fugui said in a trembling voice: "Young Marquis, I never said I would not transfer Crescent Lake. I beg you to be merciful and not kick my waiter out of the prison!"

Chen Zhian was slightly stunned.

It's a little embarrassing.

Changing the subject, he said, "I was just joking with you to lighten the mood. Don't be afraid. How much do you plan to sell this Crescent Lake for?"

Zhang Fugui hesitated and stretched out eight fingers.

Chen Zhian frowned.

The Tang Dynasty was plagued by constant wars, and the price of arable land was not expensive. An acre of good farmland cost about ten taels of silver, and thin land and hilltops were even cheaper.

There are even some unowned lands that belong directly to whoever goes to open up the land.

Crescent Lake is only over 400 acres, and even if calculated based on the price of good farmland, it would only be over 4,000 taels.

Zhang Fugui looked timid, but he asked for eight thousand taels.

You're treating me like a fat pig and slaughtering me.

After a long silence, Chen Zhian reorganized his words and said quietly, "Boss Zhang, you don't want your waiter to be kicked out of the prison, do you?"

Zhang Fugui shuddered all over.

Gritting his teeth, he bent a finger and said in a trembling voice: "Young Marquis, seven hundred taels can't be lower. If it's any lower, my whole family will have no way to survive!"

"Seven hundred taels?"

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Seven hundred taels of silver?"

"Yes, young marquis, you can't go any lower!"

Wang Fugui said timidly.

"This is too... expensive!"

Counting out seven silver bills from his pocket and handing them to Zhang Fugui, Chen Zhian said sincerely, "Boss Zhang, the second brother has a fierce tiger in his heart. I wish him to guard the prison forever...

Please help me convey my earnest expectations!

Go ahead, let Ayi take you to the transaction!"

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness!"

Wang Fugui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbed the seven hundred taels of silver in his hand, and followed Chen Yi away.

Before leaving, he glanced at Chen Zhian quietly, and a little pride flashed through his heart: "Although you made money, I didn't lose anything...

No matter how powerful you are, you could never have imagined that this lake of mine was originally sold for only seven hundred taels.

Hey, I’ve been fishing for more than ten years for nothing!”

On the awning boat.

Chen Zhian stood at the bow of the boat and looked down at the huge Crescent Lake, with a slight smile on his face: "From now on, I am also the owner of a fish pond. Qing'er, please call me the pond owner from now on!"

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