At the beginning of the famine, I became famous all over the world with my useless system

Seeing Lin Qing holding the bowl calmly, Gu Ermiao couldn't help but ask.

"Mother, are you sure that the housekeeper will come to see you?"

Lin Qing smiled and said, "Who can predict the future? But even if he doesn't come to find me, I will find a way to enter the Tang Mansion.

"I remember a play saying that big families are like centipedes that can't be broken even if they are broken. If we want to completely eliminate the Jia family and the forces behind them, we can't rely on ourselves. After all, we are just ordinary people now.

"Even though the arm can't twist the thigh, if multiple arms are combined, maybe they can, right?"

Gu Ermiao took a sip of soup, sighed deeply, and said, understandingly, "So, mother, you gave that housekeeper a deadline, saying he must come to you before the end of the month. Is it because of the Jia Mansion Poetry Festival at the end of the month?"

Lin Qing praised: "Not bad, Er Miao has made great progress!"

Even Butler Liu would probably be suspicious, thinking that she was a charlatan who was cheating people.

Lin Qing guessed correctly.

At this moment, inside the Tang Mansion.

Butler Liu returned home anxiously. When he heard that the old lady was able to sit up, he felt relieved.

That woman is indeed a liar!

If you talk about it in such a miraculous way, you can only deceive a money-hungry person like Manager Qian.

Their old lady is blessed by heaven, and all her conspiracies and tricks will fail!

He was secretly proud of himself but he didn't expect that this was the old lady's last gasp.

Seeing that the master had finished practicing sword, Butler Liu hurried towards the Mozhu Courtyard where he was.

As soon as I walked through the Moon Gate, I heard a sharp sound of wind and a sharp, icy sword energy brushed past my cheek.

Butler Liu was so nervous that every pore on his body tightened. He had no choice but to close his eyes and rush towards the bluestone door.

Just as he was waiting for the severe pain to come, his arm was suddenly grabbed tightly by a big hand.

"Old Liu, even if you're late, there's no need to blame yourself like this."

After the sound of the sword being sheathed, the teasing voice continued, "Besides, if you dirty my door, it will be very troublesome to clean it."

Even though Butler Liu was used to his master's jokes, he still couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly apologized.

"Yes, I was late in serving you today. Please punish me, Master."

Although he was called Master, he was actually a handsome man in his thirties.

Master Tang's thin lips curved into a cruel arc, his index and middle fingers brushing the blade of the sword. "How about I guess your most important matter? Could it be that you went to contact the underground spies lurking in Anping Town, and that's why you're late?"

Butler Liu didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his face, and fell to his knees on the ground.

"Master, you can't joke like that! I am loyal to you and Daxia. Heaven is my witness. If I show any disobedience, I will be struck by lightning..."

Mr. Tang, who was wearing a moon-white coat, looked at him coldly for a long time. After listening to Butler Liu's explanation of his itinerary, he said "oh" lightly.

It was not until Butler Liu's knees lost all feeling and a chill crept up his back that he heard the master say lightly:

"Get up, I was just joking, don't be so nervous. Since you've already been to the preserves shop, did you buy the sour jujube cake?"

"Of course, of course! I've already asked someone to send it to the old lady."

Butler Liu was about to stand up when he sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. He quickly stopped and asked cautiously, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Mr. Tang pondered for a long time, then asked softly, "I heard something new happened in the countryside of Anping Town recently?"

Butler Liu was completely confused and had no idea what his master was asking. But when he thought of his old lady's illness, he suddenly had an idea.

"Yes, sir, you are truly formidable. You can keep track of any movement! I heard that a divine messenger appeared in a very small village. I hadn't heard anything about him before, but a few days ago he saved a well-known agricultural official."

Mr. Tang frowned slightly.

Agricultural official?

The land in Anping Town is barren and the town can barely be self-sufficient in food. It is precisely because of this that the status of agricultural officials becomes increasingly important.

"The farmer was about to die, with one foot already halfway into his coffin, but the divine messenger forcibly brought him back from the underworld. His ability to bring the dead back to life is truly remarkable."

"cut."

Mr. Tang sneered with disdain and said, "Isn't the Tuku people's best at playing tricks?"

"..."

Just when Butler Liu felt a little better, he was startled by his master's words and started shaking all over.

He had just been scolded for no reason, and the information he had obtained with great difficulty was rejected by his master with just one sentence. He simply wanted to cut that damn Tuku spy into pieces.

If he doesn't catch this guy one day earlier, he will have to bear the master's sarcasm for one more day.

If he is really tortured to death, he will not let this grandson go even if he becomes a ghost!

At this moment, he didn't know that this messenger of God was Lin Qing whom he had met early in the morning.

Although he cursed in his heart, Butler Liu was still a responsible butler after all. He immediately adjusted his state and reminded the master of the official business that needed to be handled urgently and the people he needed to meet today.

When Mr. Tang heard the three words "Jia Zhengdao", he snorted with a hint of disdain.

Butler Liu hesitated, fearing that one of his words would upset the master again, and he observed the other person like a thief while speaking.

"Originally, I could have avoided seeing him, but the servants from the Jia Mansion kept sending me notes, saying they wanted to consult you about matters concerning Ganzhou."

When Mr. Tang heard the word "Ganzhou", his brows tightened unconsciously.

Butler Liu swallowed his saliva and said, "If you agree, Master Jia will come at noon."

Mr. Tang sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Jia Zhengdao is truly messed up. He asked me to do something, but he even set a time of his own, saying he'd come at noon? Why didn't he just let me go to the Jia Mansion to meet him and ask him to give me a chance to lend a hand?"

The cold sweat that Butler Liu had just put down broke out again, and he was so nervous that he could hardly speak clearly.

"Master, it's not that he's being pretentious, but Master Jia has been going to the City God Temple early these past few mornings to distribute porridge, and it's probably noon by the time he's done. I've secretly gone to see it twice, and it doesn't seem like a show."

When Mr. Tang heard that Jia Zheng was still distributing porridge, a look of surprise appeared on his handsome face.

"Oh, he's willing to give up his sweetheart and get up early again? Wasn't he most afraid of being tainted with that abhorrent air?"

Butler Liu immediately understood his master's subtext.

"Okay, I'll go get the car ready and we'll go to the City God Temple."

"There's no rush today," Mr. Tang suddenly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that made Butler Liu tremble.

"Go find two beggar's rags, and we'll go disguised tomorrow."

Ah? ? ?

WTF?

Did he hear it right?

Is it necessary for our handsome, upright and noble master to pretend to be a beggar and ask for porridge?