Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Tang said, "Why is it not human? Isn't it a glorious tradition for father and son to plot against a wife's dowry? With you setting an example, none of your sons can be upright. Father-in-law, my biological father is just like this. Aren't you afraid that he will do something to you later? He helped you get the silver back, and then forced you to give the silver to your concubine's daughter as a dowry, and finally the money went into his hands again. Don't doubt it, he is just like this. It's better to keep the silver in my hands. At least my spending of the silver will not harm your daughter's life."

Tang Xunze took two steps back and looked at Rong Tang and Jin Shizhao in surprise and suspicion. In his forty years of life, he had never seen a son speak of his father like this.

Jin Shizhao fell backwards again, and Rong Tang pulled him up to prevent him from falling to his death in the uncle's house, which would be unpleasant.

"Come, send the master back to the next door and bring him two turtles to replenish his body. He has been overworked and his body is weak."

Whenever the master and the prince argued, the servants in the Bo Mansion would stay far away, fearing they might overhear something they shouldn't. Now that the prince had said he wanted to send the master back home and was particularly concerned about his health, they could all hear it. Several of them quickly came up and held Jin Shizhao on both sides, saying, "Master, I'll take you back. I have a turtle on me, and I'll have Butler Wu stew it for you later."

Jin Shizhao was "helped" away. Rong Xiucai came over after combing his hair, and saw that there was only one guest left.

"Who is this?"

"I just recognized him as my father-in-law, so it's hard to say whether he will still be my father-in-law tomorrow."

Rong Xiu scolded him, "Don't be so careless with your words, my dear, our uncle's family is planning to send the betrothal gifts. What etiquette do you think is required..."

Tang Xunze cheered up, "Twenty thousand, no, thirty thousand taels of silver. The rest is up to you."

Rong Xiu: “…”

Rong Tang said, "I've already told you, great aunt, that this matter can't be rushed. The betrothal gifts are for my wife, not for my father-in-law. Of course, we should send them wherever Miss Tang is. Lord Tang, please go back. This marriage was arranged by my mother and Madam Tang, so we naturally have to listen to Madam Tang's opinion. If Madam Tang suddenly dislikes me and wants to break off the engagement, then we don't have to pay the betrothal gifts, and the dowry will only be considered as compensation for my emotional distress."

No matter what, the money that has gone into Rong Tang's pocket will never go out.

Lord Tang felt a chill in his heart.

"Please be careful. If you don't bother me with the money, I will go to the chicken mansion to complain!"

"Please, please, please. Someone, take Master Tang back. Don't let him fall on the way and try to blackmail us."

After sending Tang Xunze away, Rong Tang put his hands behind his back and went back to sleep. Rong Xiu was so angry that she kept nagging him all the way, "Tang, you can't be like this. You still have to have a reputation. Now what are people saying about you outside? Why don't you listen?"

Rong Tang returned to his yard and closed the door, blocking out all the noise. It was so quiet!

Just as he was about to go into the house to sleep, he heard the sound of wind breaking through the air from above his head. Rong Tang dodged and something fell to the ground.

"Rong Wanli, go chase them."

Rong Wanli was in the courtyard next door. He flew out when he heard the noise. Under the cover of night, he saw a man in a black robe and black cloak leaping over a distance of more than ten feet in front of him. His lightness skills were not worse than his.

Rong Wanli chased him with all his might. He just couldn't believe it. Could it be that the lightness skill he had been so proud of for so long was all just a lie? Where would he put his face in the future?

He accepted that he couldn't beat Lao Wen. After all, Lao Wen was a top veteran in the martial arts world, and it was not shameful to lose to him. If he couldn't catch up with just anyone, he would have no face to be a bodyguard in the future.

Who knew that the person in front was also running as fast as he could, and there was always a distance of more than ten feet between the two of them. This side got closer, and the other side got further away.

Half an hour later, the two people who were about to collapse walked step by step, one holding their stomach and the other supporting their waist, both questioning their lives.

The person in front lowered his voice and said, "Brother, don't chase us, we are one of them."

Panting heavily.

"Don't run, and I won't chase you."

Panting heavily.

"If you don't chase me, I won't run away."

"Aren't you one of us? Then why are you running away?"

"I have to keep my identity a secret even though we're family! I'm just a messenger, and your master might even need a reply. Why don't you stop and let us both take a breath. Mom, I'm exhausted."

"Okay, let's both stop. Whoever runs again will be the grandson. I'll count to three..."

After Rong Wanli counted one, two, three, he stopped. The old cow gasped for breath, and the man in front also stopped, but...

Another person rushed out from the side, picked up the guy and ran away. Rong Wanli, who was already exhausted at this time, could only watch the man run away.

"My Cao..."

Rong Wanli rested for a full quarter of an hour, regained some strength, and slowly walked back to the Earl's Mansion. During this time, he was almost arrested by the patrol camp.

He finally appeared in front of Rong Tang with a face full of shame, "Master, I am incompetent..."

Rong Tang's eyebrows lit up with joy, and he held up a piece of paper in his hand. "A letter came from the south. That's great. We can finally get through to you."

Rong Wanli: “…”

"Didn't catch up with him? It's okay, he's one of us, a black market expert. It's not shameful if I can't catch him."

Heartbroken.

"This is from Butler Lu, this is from Feng... Wuji, this is from Princess Hejing, oh, and there's also Mrs. Gui. I just read Butler Lu's letter, he said the Annan Marquis's Mansion is pretty good..."

There was uncontrollable excitement in his eyes. The north and the south were three thousand miles apart, separated by a river, and the two places were hostile to each other. It was very difficult to send back news.

Why did he read Steward Lu's letter first? Rong Wanli could roughly understand his master's thoughts. He was a too responsible man. Those people in Annan Marquis's Mansion came for him and depended on him for their lives, but he left before everything was settled. It was like putting dozens of lives in the mansion under the knife of others. Once the news of him in the Northern Dynasty was known to the Southern Dynasty, no life in the mansion would be saved.

Compared to the Jian'an Earl's Mansion, perhaps the Annan Earl's Mansion is what he cares about most.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"What's wrong? Why are you sorry?"

"It's because of us that you've been forced to leave your homeland and wander around. You could have settled down somewhere and lived a leisurely and comfortable life, but it's us who's made you run around and restless."

"This isn't your problem. My hometown isn't my hometown, so how can I know a foreign land isn't my hometown? I don't regret coming to the North. On the contrary, I think it was worth the trip just to help the elderly, weak, and disabled soldiers in Fuxinzhuang. Life isn't just about eating and breathing, it's also about realizing one's own value. I'm willing to use what I know and learn to help those in need change their miserable fate."

Rong Wanli suddenly felt that Rong Tang had grown taller. Was it an illusion? And there was a shimmering circle on his head. Was that Buddha's light?

Rong Tang took two steps, revealing the candlestick on the table, and sure enough, the Buddha's light dissipated.

"Rong Wanli, go find a grocery store tomorrow. They might not admit it, but I'm absolutely sure they sent the letter. Ask them if they can reply."

Rong Wanli's mouth twitched. "If the black market can pass the letter here, it can definitely pass it back there. But I heard from Brother Zhan that the black market is very shady. They only ask for money and never talk about friendship."

Maybe! "

Rong Tang didn't care. "But I'm sure they can give me a discount. Tomorrow, after you've inquired about the price, go to Rongjia Village and quietly ask Chuncao and Tongqian if they want you to write back."

After all, he has the token of the young master of the black market in his hand.