Pick up a princess to be your wife

"What on earth is going on? If Jubao Pavilion didn't have any grain, how could it have fooled the whole city? We saw countless people buying grain at Jubao Pavilion with our own eyes," Zhou Feng said in disbelief.

"That's right, even if Jubaoge is powerful, it's impossible for them to mobilize all the people in the city to deceive me, right?" Zhou Wanfu said with some doubt.

"hehe."

Yu Rong sneered: "Would I need to mobilize the entire city to lie to you?"

Zhou Wanfu's face gradually darkened. Since he had already been deceived, did it matter how exactly he was deceived?

"How about... we collect grain again?" Zhou Wanfu whispered.

"I have some news for you. The head of the He family has moved to Sichuan, and none of the He family's key figures can come to Lingnan," Yu Rong said.

When Yu Rong went to deliver grain this time, he passed through another county and found that the county magistrate had not collected a single pound of grain.

The specific reason was that as soon as the county began requisitioning grain, it immediately triggered a resistance from several thousand people.

Left with no other option, the county magistrate had to rescind the grain requisition document, which finally calmed the situation down.

Yu Rong's decision to requisition grain after Zhou Wanfu sold it last time had already caused great dissatisfaction among the people of Luyang County.

If the same trick is used again this time, and a popular uprising breaks out in Luyang County, Yu Rong will not be able to bear the responsibility.

He has already completed his mission, and he won't be the one to suffer the loss this time, so why should he take another risk?

"What does Lord Yu mean?" Zhou Wanfu asked.

"Think about it carefully yourself."

After Yu Rong finished speaking, he got up and strode away.

Zhou Wanfu sat down in the chair, picked up a teacup, and instantly crushed it into powder.

Jubao Pavilion didn't sell much grain at all; he was the only one actually selling grain.

He did the good deed, but the people of the whole city will remember the kindness by Jubaoge.

They were tricked and ended up doing all the work for them.

Zhou Wanfu grew angrier the more he thought about it.

"Father, did Lord Yu just say something that he wanted us to take action against He Xianzhi?" Zhou Feng asked suspiciously.

Yu Rong's meaning was very clear: now that the He family had moved to Jiannan Road, the vast area outside Yaoguan was in the hands of the rebel Wu Fengxian.

Now He Xianzhi is like a clay idol crossing the river; the He family has no concern for her safety.

He was initially somewhat wary of the power behind He Xianzhi, but in the Luyang region, if one didn't need to consider the other's background, wouldn't Zhou Wanfu and He Xianzhi be evenly matched in strength?

“He Xianzhi is using underhanded tactics, so let’s settle accounts with her honestly. We can’t make up for this loss from the people, so let’s make He Xianzhi bleed!” Zhou Wanfu said coldly.

“Dad, you’ve been too lenient with He Xianzhi before. Let’s give her a good talking-to this time and see if she dares to be rude to us again,” Zhou Feng said.

Arrogance is a matter of ebb and flow. This experience taught He Xianzhi a lesson, and from then on, she could only bow her head and behave in front of him.

"Take some men and invite He Xianzhi back," Zhou Wanfu said.

"Why bother asking her? I'll just bring her back myself," Zhou Feng said.

"what ever."

"I'll go."

Just as Zhou Feng was about to leave, Zhou Wanfu called him back.

"Come back, I'll go myself."

"Does capturing He Xianzhi really require your personal intervention, Father? I can handle it," Zhou Feng said.

"She must have a skilled person by her side, so only I can ask them for help. If we alert her, she will become wary of us, and we might not be so easy to deal with in the future."

After Zhou Wanfu finished speaking, he left with only seven or eight people.

It was evening, and He Xianzhi was looking at the account books in the attic.

He Xianzhi was in a great mood after accomplishing something significant.

Li Mu's face would occasionally appear in her mind.

That calm and composed demeanor was actually somewhat similar to her usual style.

However, she was faking it, while the other person was clearly born with it.

"Shopkeeper, Master Zhou has arrived and wants to see you."

"please."

As footsteps approached the stairs, Zhou Wanfu went up to the attic.

Without waiting for He Xianzhi's invitation, Zhou Wanfu sat down in the chair opposite He Xianzhi.

"It's so late, Manager He, are you still busy?" Zhou Wanfu asked.

"What brings you here, Master Zhou?" He Xianzhi asked indifferently.

On Zhou Wanfu's round face, a kind smile like that of an Arhat was revealed.

"Let me ask you something, Manager He, do you think I'm a fool?" Zhou Wanfu asked.

He Xianzhi had indeed previously regarded Zhou Wanfu as a fool.

But when she heard this question, her face froze.

Zhou Wanfu's visit today suggests he has ill intentions.

He Xianzhi did not answer for a long time.

Zhou Wanfu's smile froze instantly, and his voice was low: "Manager He, do you think I, Zhou Wanfu, am a fool?"

"What does Master Zhou mean by this?" He Xianzhi asked.

"I have no grudge against you, yet you used soil to impersonate grain, tricking me into lowering the price of grain. Don't you think I'm a fool?"

“The transaction was a mutual agreement; I didn’t force you to lower the price of your grain,” He Xianzhi replied.

Since the other party already knows, there's no point in making excuses.

"very good."

Zhou Wanfu nodded: "I have prepared a banquet at my humble abode today and would like to invite Manager He for a chat. I wonder if Manager He would be willing?"

"I don't want to," He Xianzhi replied without hesitation.

"What if I said that you have to agree whether you want to or not?" Zhou Wanfu narrowed his eyes, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

"Xiao Lan, see the guests out."

Xiao Lan walked up to Zhou Wanfu and gestured for him to enter.

"please."

Zhou Wanfu didn't move, not even glancing at Xiao Lan, his gaze fixed coldly on He Xianzhi.

"My young lady told you to leave, don't you understand?"

Zhou Wanfu still ignored Xiao Lan. He slowly stood up and said, "Miss He, the carriage is ready. I think it would be better if you went by yourself, so that I don't have to do it myself."

"Are you deaf or something?"

A flash of displeasure crossed Zhou Wanfu's face as he raised his hand and slapped Xiaolan.

Seeing Zhou Wanfu suddenly attack, Xiaolan took a step back, barely dodging his palm strike.

"How dare you be so rude! Don't blame me for being impolite!"

Xiao Lan was furious. She reached for her waist and drew a soft sword.

The sword trembled, emitting a melodious ringing sound.

Zhou Wanfu's estimate was indeed correct; He Xianzhi had a master by his side.

He just didn't expect that this expert was Xiao Lan, a maidservant of He Xianzhi.

It really is unbelievable.

Seeing the sword in Xiaolan's hand thrusting straight towards him, Zhou Wanfu didn't even try to dodge.

In a split second, Zhou Wanfu suddenly raised his hand.

He held the sword blade between two fingers.

The sword's edge was only an inch away from his brow.