Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 3 Timing
These things in Lao Jiang's house, although the family ugliness cannot be publicized, but it is inevitable that the neighbors and parents are not good at home.

The original owner, Liu Qiao, was hanging out in this area wearing crotch pants. He still had a wide network of hidden contacts, and he deliberately paid attention to it, and often inquired, so he knew everything.

"Jiang Shang and his wife are extremely poor, but I have to say that their brother-in-law, Song Taigong, is a man, rich and benevolent.

It's a pity that the original owner didn't pay attention to these things before, and didn't deliberately interact with Song Taigong to manage the relationship. Otherwise, the original owner wouldn't have such a miserable life haha..."

Carrying firewood, Liu Qiao walked on Chaoge Street and saw more than [-] newly opened "Jiang's Restaurant" inns, teahouses, etc. in the square, and couldn't help admiring Song Taigong.

However, in the past few days, Song Taigong has bought many properties for Jiang Shang. In Chaoge City, where every inch of land is expensive, he has built dozens of pavilions for Jiang Shang, and asked Jiang Shang to kill pigs and sheep every day. restaurant.

Song Taigong, that is, brother Jiang Shangyi, this man has little courage, likes to make friends with righteous people, donate righteousness and donate wealth, and has a family fortune of tens of millions. Therefore, he is broad-minded and different from ordinary people, so he was nicknamed "Song Yiren" in his early years.

In this city of Chaoge, where the capital of the country is located, every inch of land is precious. If ordinary people get one of these three-story buildings, they can rely on it as their ancestral property and pass it on from generation to generation.

However, this Song Yiren was lucky. He was afraid that Jiang Shang would lose money if he was involved in business at the beginning, so he bought dozens of museum buildings for him in one go, and said:
"My dear brother, let's try it out. If there is something in the account, spend it. If there is a loss, it's only a few dollars. You can let it go..."

Sometimes Liu Qiao wondered, could this Song Yiren also be a time traveler, knowing that Jiang Shang would be prosperous in the future, so he flattered him in advance, so that he could be an official in Tiangong in the future?
Strange to say, this is a bustling area with a constant flow of people, but Fan Jiang Shang runs a wine and meat shop, but the business is really bleak.

Except for Liu Qiao who would occasionally spend his blood to order two small dishes in pain, there were no other guests.

When summer comes, the food and wine prepared in the store, especially raw meat, such as pork, sheep, chicken and other dried meat, gradually stinks.It can be smelled from a long distance, and no one goes there, even pedestrians passing by take a detour.

Jiang Shang saw that slaughtering raw meat was not an option, so he consulted with Song Yiren again, and went directly to buy hundreds of live pigs, chickens, ducks, fish, etc., and put them in various stores.

Jiang Shang thought complacently: "Although the business is bleak, the minced meat is rotten, but there is a clever plan. This time, it will be raised with live animals, which saves the cost of slaughtering and prevents it from rotting. How good..."

However, man's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. In vain, Jiang Shang is proficient in Dunjia Qimen, gossip and numerology.

Not counting the scorching summer, seeing that there was not a drop of rain for a whole month, the officials of the Qin Tianjian were anxious, and they wrote a letter to Emperor Xin, asking the king to personally sacrifice to the sky, and amnesty the prison, banning slaughter and encouraging release.

Although it was just a premonition and there was no real drought, this kind of thing can't be careless. The dissolute Di Xin was so annoyed by the officials that he couldn't help it, so he had to follow his orders.

Lao Jiang hadn't been proud for a few days, and he played with the calf again. The sheep and pigs were forcibly released.

Dozens of pavilions were seized, and even his own house was almost shut down. Thanks to Song Taigong's hard work, he was able to get him out.

These days, although Liu Qiao was paying attention to Jiang Shang, he didn't communicate any more, and used his hot face to scald his cold ass.

In addition to chopping and selling firewood, and solving food and clothing, it is to make new friends or do something meaningful.

For example, when the neighbors had a dispute, they went to uphold justice, helped the widowed old man plant crops, repaired the house door for the widow, helped the yamen catch robbers, etc., all doing some righteous deeds.

In this way, after a few months, not only the folks in the village agreed, and felt that Liu Wazi, who was honest before, had changed, even in Chaoge City, he gradually gained a little reputation.

Until this day, Liu Qiao carried firewood into the city again, and suddenly saw the people in front of him forming a group, and couldn't help being surprised.

Thinking: "Could it be that there is another injustice, wait for someone to go up and have a look, if you can help, you can give me a hand..."

Throwing away the firewood, rolled up the sleeves, and squeezed into the crowd. Many of the surrounding people knew Liu Qiao, or knew his name.

Seeing him squeeze in, knowing that he is a warm-hearted person, he was not annoyed, and instead made way for a passage.

As soon as Liu Qiao squeezed into the crowd, someone said: "This old man has a big breath, the universe is big in his sleeves, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot. Could it be that he even despises the sky as a palm, he is simply arrogant..."

Looking up, he saw a white-faced scribe, mocking a hexagram hall in the street, many people around were illiterate, hearing that the scribe had read the couplet on the door of the hexagram hall, they also yelled.

They all mean that the fortune-telling is full of air, and the sleeves are no more than half a foot, how can it hold the heaven and the earth (heaven and earth).

The gourd has a thin neck and its mouth is no more than half an inch. How it can contain the sun and the moon is simply nonsense.

On the contrary, the fortune teller didn't panic when he heard the commotion outside. Having experienced many fatal blows, he was already as calm as water, still sitting behind the curtain with his eyes closed.

When Liu Qiao saw it, he couldn't help being amused. Isn't this Jiang Shang? He was also happy in his heart. He had been following Jiang Shang's activities for several months.

I have been looking for an opportunity, a justifiable opportunity.

An opportunity to make Jiang Shang owe him favors, or him to owe Jiang Shang favors.

It is not terrible to owe favors, what is afraid is to have no favors.

Don't you see, the confidantes of the leaders of later generations don't owe each other much friendship with the leaders, repay each other with kindness, or repay the favor under the guise of love, so as to narrow the relationship.

This wait lasted for several months, especially when Jiang Shang failed to open a restaurant and was silent for a while, Liu Qiao was so scared that he thought Lao Jiang had left Chaoge.

If he hadn't made many friends, there would have been friends in Songjiazhuang staring at Jiang Shang. He was really afraid that Jiang Shang wouldn't be able to stand the blow, and he would go directly to other princes' territories to do business.

At this time, seeing everyone laughing and hesitating, I was sure, and thought to myself that my family had some prestige, so I just took it to Jiang Shang to set up a memorial archway, so as to make Jiang Taigong famous.

Wouldn't it be beautiful to take the opportunity to get closer, and immediately walk out of the crowd with your head held high and your chest held high.

Seeing that it attracted the attention of the people around him, Liu Qiao smiled heartily, pretending to be unfamiliar with Jiang Shang, pointing at him and shouting: "Fortune-teller, don't doze off, what's your last name, how dare you speak so loudly?"

Jiang Shang opened his eyes and glanced at Liu Qiao. In fact, the two of them were not familiar with each other, but Liu Qiao knew him by himself. He said immediately: "The poor Jiang Shang, named Ziya, nicknamed Feixiong, brother, What do you want?"

"Mo Saxu is making trouble, let me ask you, what do you mean by this couplet?" Liu Qiao clasped his hands and asked back.

Jiang Shang twisted his beard and smiled, staring into Liu Qiao's eyes and said: "There is a lot in your sleeves, you know the past and the future, everything is inclusive."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, then met Liu Qiao's eyes again, and said solemnly almost word by word: "The sun and moon in the pot are long, and there is the art of immortality..."

Hearing him talk about immortality, Liu Qiao's pupils shrank, his eyes were bright, looking at Jiang Shang's eyes as deep as a pool, he was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he continued to pretend to be dull, and said recklessly: "Since you dare to speak such big words, and say that you know the past and the future, you must be very accurate in starting the class. Dare you bet with me for a lesson? Ten Wen Gua Gold.

If the calculation is not accurate, I think you are old, so I only punch you a few times, but this stall will be smashed by you. "

Jiang Shang smiled slightly, took out the stick, and said to Liu Qiao, "Brother, take the hexagram by yourself."

Liu Qiao, a time traveler, also wanted to see if Jiang Shang was really that clever, so he immediately tore a stick at random, and threw it on the table without looking at it.

"It's just that Xiongtai has to rely on me for one thing, so this hexagram will be accurate," Jiang Shangdao.

Seeing that Liu Qiao agreed, he drew a note and wrote four sentences on the post, saying to Liu Qiao: "You go straight to the south, under the shade of a tree is an old man, green clam 120 Wen, four snacks, a bowl of wine..."

(End of this chapter)