Transmigrated Leftover Woman in Rural Style

Inside the gambling den, people from all walks of life were gambling away. Several people who were already heavily in debt were forcibly dragged out of the gambling den by the maintenance staff, beaten up, and then released only after being made to sign IOUs.

The nearby residents were already used to this kind of scene, so not a single person came out to watch the commotion. The gambling den maintenance workers who were beating people were only momentarily stunned when they saw Wei Yu and his group.

After dealing with the gamblers, one of the underlings came over and asked, "Young Master Wei, Young Master Qi, have you two graced our establishment with your presence today, to try your luck or to challenge us?"

Wei Yu said disdainfully, "Your little workshop doesn't even warrant my intervention."

The foreman bowed and scraped, saying, "Indeed, indeed. Our establishment is indeed not large. But if you two young masters would like to try your luck, we are happy to oblige." He wore a harmless smile.

But Wei Yu and the other man sensed the provocation in his words. Qi Ji stepped forward and subtly tapped the man with his folding fan. The man cried out and squatted down, clutching his convulsing left hand, his face contorted in pain, looking like a ferocious demon.

Seeing this, the henchmen behind the leader tried to help him up. But Wei Yu stood there imposingly, and his aura intimidated them. It wasn't that they couldn't outmaneuver Wei Yu and Qi Ji; it was just that these two were too difficult to deal with.

I heard that these two young masters had tried to cause trouble at the dojo before. Back then, they even alarmed the prefect. In the end, the prefect summoned their parents, and only then were these two troublemakers persuaded to leave.

Now that these two have returned, and are no longer the naive young men they once were, the older patrons of the gambling den hesitated. One of the more astute among them ran straight into the gambling den to find the manager, Erhuzi.

The young leader was in pain for a while before recovering. When he stood up, the arrogance and perfunctory attitude he had shown when speaking to Wei Yu and the others were completely gone.

"My lords, I admit I misspoke. Please forgive me this once."

Wei Yu spat on the ground and arrogantly asked, "Who's the young master here? Hmm~ In front of me, who do you think is the young master? You have no sense of propriety. I don't know what that bearded man values ​​about you, that he's kept you around all these years."

Qi Ji chuckled and said, "It's because he's a big shot. Look at his rugged appearance, he looks like a door god. Keeping him around is both to keep the neighborhood in check and to act like a big shot."

Wei Yu then realized what was going on and laughed, "That's right. That guy Er Hu Zi is indeed fair-skinned and handsome; he might actually have a taste for that kind of thing."

The foreman, listening from the side, broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but slap himself several times. Then, with a forced smile, he said, "My lords, I know I was wrong, okay? It's all my fault, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you. Please, my lords, don't say those things again, okay?"

As he spoke, the leader actually knelt down before Wei Yu and the others, kowtowing several times. Qi Ji was quite satisfied with what he saw. Seeing that Wei Yu remained unmoved, he kicked the leader and said:

"Get up right now! You're clearly trying to make people say we bullied you. We're so well-mannered and polite, we can't take the blame for that. That's enough, get up right now!"

No sooner had Qi Ji finished speaking than a hearty laugh rang out from inside the gambling den: "Hahaha, it's you two young friends who have come to visit! It's truly an honor for our establishment. Please come in, I've already ordered tea and refreshments to be prepared. Let's go inside and chat."

As the words fell, a fair-skinned, plump middle-aged man strode out of the neighborhood. The man had a small mustache on his lip, which trembled rhythmically with the fat on his face.

Upon seeing Erhuzi, who was smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, Wei Yu and Qi Ji exchanged a smile and, at his invitation, stepped into the gambling den. Once inside the backyard, Qi Ji subtly surveyed his surroundings.

When he saw the small, barely visible door hidden behind a clump of lush pittosporum trees, he realized they were too late.

After sitting down, Wei Yu went straight to the point: "I heard that the maid of Miss Ni Chang from Qunfang Tower came to your place this afternoon. Where is she now?"

Erhu stroked his beard and thought for a while before answering, "There was indeed a young girl who came by. However, she was looking for someone. Moreover, she only stayed in our gambling den for fifteen minutes. After that, she left with the person she was looking for."

Wei Yu asked incredulously, "Where did you leave from?"

Erhuzi said helplessly, "There's a small side gate in my yard that leads directly to the Yong River bank behind the alley. They must have left from there."

Wei Yu looked at Qi Ji, who nodded in response. The two stood up in unison and said, "In that case, we won't disturb Master Hu's business any longer. Farewell."

Erhuzi immediately stood up, saying with trepidation, "No, no, we're sorry to bother you. Please take care, and feel free to visit anytime. Even if you don't come for entertainment, you can still come and have some tea with me, Erhuzi."

Qi Ji couldn't help but chuckle again: "Thank you for your sincere invitation, Second Master. But neither of us are 'Master,' so we don't need to come here so often. If you have time, why don't you take better care of your thugs? Especially that Qiu Si."

Qiu Si was the small fry boss who used to work at the entrance of the gambling den.

Upon hearing this, Erhuzi quickly wiped away non-existent cold sweat and said repeatedly, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. Please don't take it seriously, gentlemen. I'm a married man and I don't like that kind of thing."

Wei Yu and Qi Ji exchanged a hearty laugh and, accompanied by Er Hu Zi, emerged from the gambling den in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Just as the two were about to head home, Er Hu Zi uttered another remark.

"I vaguely remember the girl mentioning something about a small, dilapidated house on the southern slope of the green hills behind Wutong Temple. I wonder if it will be of any help to you two."

These words immediately lit up Wei Yu and Qi Ji's eyes. They smiled and thanked Erhuzi, then left with a hurried yet composed air. Watching the two figures disappear, Erhuzi stretched out his chubby white paw and vigorously patted his chest, which was even more turbulent than a woman's. The remaining thugs burst into laughter.

Annoyed by the laughter, Erhuzi twitched his mustache and cursed, "You little brats, what are you laughing at? What's so funny? Be careful, or I might not let you come here again."

Seeing that Erhuzi was genuinely angry, the men did everything they could to appease him. Only then did Erhuzi, satisfied, turn and enter the gambling den.

After Wei Yu and his group emerged from the alley, they tacitly boarded the carriage and headed straight for Wutong Temple. To be continued.

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