My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 131

Yang Jiu also saw Mr. Di, and inexplicably felt that this bastard must not be here for dinner.

"Mr. Di Ge, the more hot pot people there are, the more delicious the food will be. Do you want me to call your son up?" Yang Jiu thought it would be more appropriate to bring Mr. Di to his father.

Di Juyi shook his head with a smile, and said: "Young people should have their own space, let him."

This follow-up almost brought Di Juyi into the coffin.

Di Juyi regretted so much that he just wanted to beat the evil son into his mother's womb.

Wei Zhongxian had already moved his chopsticks, and after tasting it, he was full of praise.

Di Juyi was not far behind.

Yang Jiu was not hungry, so he just sat beside and poured wine for the two of them.

Eating excitedly, Di Juyi babbled, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact he was at the bottom of Tanyang Jiu.

Yang Jiu responded freely, seemingly saying a lot, but actually didn't say anything.

Downstairs, Mr. Di and a few followers found a seat and sat down, yelling for the food to be served quickly.

Gan Sisi just came back from the outside and saw Mr. Di at a glance.

Mr. Di failed to get Yunhe Restaurant, but came here to eat hot pot. I am afraid that the visitor is not kind.

"You idiot, don't do other work, just keep an eye on that guy." Gan Sisi called Fan Tong over and instructed in a low voice.

Fan Tong didn't know why, but the future proprietress had said something, so he followed suit.

When the hot pot was served, Mr. Di and the others were not in a hurry to let the rats die, but started eating first.

After tasting it, they all nodded, no wonder the business of this hot pot restaurant is so hot, this taste is really unique in Chang'an.

They kept ordering food and putting it in the pot, and they ordered jar after jar of wine.

"It is said that the tiger father has no dogs, and the son's drinking capacity does not seem to be inferior to that of Di Ge." Wei Zhongxian praised with a smile.

Di Juyi laughed and said, "I'm old, I can't drink as much as young people."

Under the watchful eyes of the three, Mr. Di quietly took out a dead mouse from his bosom, covered it with his sleeve and put it into the pot.

Because of being blocked, Fan Tong, who was staring at Mr. Di, didn't see the dead mouse at all.

On the contrary, the three people who were discussing Mr. Di's drinking capacity in the private seat on the second floor were condescending and could see clearly.

The atmosphere was rather awkward.

"This rebellious son..." Di Juyi was furious, and wanted to go down and teach Di Gongzi a lesson.

Wei Zhongxian said: "Old Di Ge, you are a young child, you like to play around, it's normal, if you show up, I'm afraid it will hurt the relationship between you and your son."

"The Governor is right, Mr. Di Ge, I will handle this matter." Yang Jiu got up and went downstairs after speaking.

Di Juyi was so angry that his beard trembled, and after sitting down, he took a few sips of wine.

In front of Wei Zhongxian, this face is really thrown on the ancestor's coffin.

"what is this?"

"Mice? There are mice in the pot."

"Come and see, everyone, there is a dead mouse in this pot."

Mr. Di sang along with a few followers, which immediately attracted the attention of all the diners.

Fan Tong stared at the whole time, but didn't notice how Mr. Di moved his hands and feet.

With such a big thing as a mouse, how could the kitchen be too blind to see it?

This dead mouse can only be released by Mr. Di and his gang.

"I saw you sneaking around just now, you must have set this dead mouse yourself." Fan Tong was furious.

One of the attendants stood up with his hands on his hips and shouted, "Listen, everyone? What is this man talking about? We eat well, so why throw dead rats to make ourselves sick?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense."

The rest of the diners who gathered around to watch the excitement nodded.

Fan Tong's face was flushed, unable to defend himself.

Gan Sisi came out from the back kitchen, saw Mr. Di's arrogant smile, and almost made a move.

"Master Di..." Yang Jiu walked downstairs with a smile on his face.

Young Master Di is waiting for Yang Jiu.

A dead mouse can smash the signboard of Maobuli Hot Pot Restaurant.

Letting Yang Jiu have no money to make is much better than beating Yang Jiu up.

"I admire Mr. Di very much. With a dead mouse, he ate plate after plate of meat and vegetables. It would be normal if he didn't know about it. Now that the greasy dead mouse has been fished out, Mr. Di still doesn't look good. It's amazing to change your face." Yang Jiu clasped his fists and bowed to Mr. Di as he spoke.

"I also find it strange that if I find dead rats in the pot, I'll throw up on the spot."

"Who isn't?"

"How can this person's heart be so vicious?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, do you know who that person is? You are not afraid of losing your head..."

What's wrong with Yangjiu o'clock, the diners can understand with a little brainstorming.

Mr. Di is here to eat Bawang's meal.

If this meal is for nothing, he might be able to blackmail a large sum of money.

Mr. Di pointed to the dead mouse on the table, and asked with a smile, "Yang Jiu, do you want to say that I put this thing into the pot?"

Yang Jiu smiled.

What the truth is, everyone knows it well.

If Di Juyi and Wei Zhongxian hadn't been upstairs, Yang Jiu would have kicked him out of the hotpot restaurant for what Mr. Di did.

For the sake of your father, I will give you a step down today, accept as soon as it is good, and stop the loss in time.

"Such an unclean store like this should be smashed down." It was Mr. Di's personal servant who shouted loudly.

The rest of the followers immediately followed suit.

Some diners were disgusted when they saw the dead rat.

Mr. Di smiled and said, "Yang Jiu, we can't be ignorant of our conscience when we do business, can we?"

"So Mr. Di wants me to lose money? Tell me, how much." Yang Jiu was very indifferent.

Mr. Di's behavior can't fuel his arrogance. If he makes such an opening, maybe more people will follow suit in the future, and it will be even more difficult to do business.

Mr. Di stood up, unfolded the folding fan, shook it lightly, and said seriously: "This is not a matter of losing money, for the sake of the health of the people in Chang'an, I think your hot pot restaurant should be closed."

"What if it's not closed?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

Mr. Di's face darkened, and he said, "Then there is only one word left: smash."

The few attendants who followed him were waiting for this word, they all got up and pushed down the table in front of them forcefully.

The iron pot fell to the ground, the soup splashed everywhere, and even the pot of fire flew, causing everyone to run away with their heads in their hands.

Yang Jiu turned to look at Di Juyi, shrugged, very helpless.

Generally, dealing with this kind of thing is a matter of losing money.

But Mr. Di's purpose is obviously not for money, but to smash the store.

"Ninth Brother..." Gan Sisi stomped her feet anxiously when she saw those followers of Di Gongzi overturned several tables.

If Yang Jiu hadn't stopped her, she would have beaten Mr. Di to the ground.

Yang Jiu thought it didn't matter, so he let Mr. Di smash it. Anyway, someone will pay in the end.

"Nie Zi..." Di Juyi couldn't bear it any longer, disregarding Wei Zhongxian's obstruction, he flew down from the second floor and walked towards Mr. Di angrily.

Mr. Di was stunned, subconsciously stepped back, and said in a trembling voice: "Father? Father, why are you..."

Snapped.

Di Juyi rushed over and slapped Mr. Di on the face with his hands.

Mr. Di's left face suddenly became red and swollen, like a plucked pig's butt.

Those followers were even more frightened, who would have thought that their master was upstairs.

Even if they really ate a dead mouse from the hot pot, they would have to be severely punished by the master for making trouble like this.

Snapped.

Di Juyi slapped his backhand again.

Mr. Di's right cheek was also swollen.

"Father..." Young Master Di had tears in his eyes, and he really wanted to cry.

He grew up so big, when did his father hit him?

This is the first time to fight, so hard to hit, this, is this still my father?
The diners onlookers were all shocked, who would have thought that when Mr. Di came to make trouble, his own father, Mr. Di Ge, was upstairs.

At this time, they all felt a little sympathetic to Mr. Di, it was so pitiful.

Di Juyi sighed, put down his old face, clasped his fists to salute everyone, and said loudly: "The old man can see clearly from upstairs that this mouse was thrown into the pot by the rebellious son Di Yong. It's all because the old man is not strict in discipline and indulges too much. he……"

"Father, I didn't let it go..." Di Yong pitifully wanted to explain.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Di Juyi kicked him to the ground, his buttocks were sitting on a piece of burning coals, which made him howl wildly.

Di Juyi was so angry that his beard trembled, and he said angrily: "You rebellious son, the old man has seen it with his own eyes, can it be fake?"

Everyone in the world knows what kind of person Di Juyi was.

Di Juyi has been trying to carry out the New Deal these years, but was squeezed out by those corrupt officials in the court, and was almost kicked out of the position several times.

Such a good official, how could he frame his son when he was the prime minister?
"Mr. Di Ge, the child made some mistakes, just teach him a lesson, but don't make yourself angry." Wei Zhongxian also went downstairs at this moment, his sharp voice made everyone's hearts tremble.

When Di Yong stood up, a hole was burned in his buttocks, and the diners behind him saw it, and they all suppressed their laughter.

At this moment Di Yong is extremely desperate, unexpectedly Wei Zhongxian is also eating hot pot here.

It seems that before doing something, you really have to find a fortune teller to do the math.

Since his father saw the matter of releasing the mice, Wei Zhongxian must have seen it too.

No wonder father is so angry?

You must know that there is no confrontation between my father and Wei Zhongxian. For so many years, my father's New Deal has not been implemented, and the big reason is Wei Zhongxian's obstruction.

"Governor Wei, I have no way to teach my son. I am ashamed of my trust in the emperor and the people of the world. I will go back to the mansion right away and write a book to resign." Di Juyi couldn't cry or laugh at this moment.

It is said that self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world, how can he save the world if he can't even take care of the family?

"Father, I was wrong, you can beat me and punish me however you want, don't want to..." Di Yong fell to his knees, moved his knees, moved over and hugged Di Juyi's legs, crying very sadly.

Di Yong was able to call the wind and rain in Chang'an City because of his status as the prime minister's son. If he lost this status, who would give him a good look?
He never dreamed that his own misconduct would force his father to resign from office.

"Old Di Ge, don't be impulsive." Wei Zhongxian persuaded.

The resignation of the prime minister is not a small matter.

Yang Jiu also persuaded: "Mr. Di Ge, your son made a mistake, just give him a little punishment, why do you..."

"The old man has made up his mind." Di Juyi kicked Di Yong away, turned around and strode away.

Di Yong rolled and scrambled to chase after him.

The diners are very sad.

If I can't raise my son well, it can indeed cause me many troubles.

Di Juyi testified that the hot pot at Maobuli Hot Pot Restaurant is clean and safe to eat.

Gan Sisi and the others were about to clean up the ground, but they saw Di Yong turn around with his followers, and started to clean up without saying a word.

"Master, Mr. Di Ge is probably just talking in anger, right?" Yang Jiu didn't expect that Di Juyi would want to resign because of this matter.

Wei Zhongxian sighed, "Based on what I know about Mr. Di Ge, I'm afraid..."

Empress Wu wanted to become emperor, and the first thing after becoming emperor was to reuse Di Juyi, give Di Juyi enough power, and quickly implement the New Deal.

Even if Di Juyi handed in his resignation, Empress Wu would not agree.

Wei Zhongxian couldn't see how this matter would end.

Wei Zhongxian thinks this is a good thing.

Di Yong made a lot of noise this time, but luckily the damage caused was very small.

Early detection and timely discipline can lead Di Yong on the right path.

If Di Yong dies, everything will be over.

After cleaning up the ground, Di Yong came to Yang Jiu again, clasped his fists in salute, and said, "Master Yang, your lord has a lot, can you forgive me for waiting?"

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "Mr. Di, I didn't blame you, how can I forgive you?"

Di Yong's swollen face was very funny, but there was evil hidden in his eyes.

After putting down the twelve taels of gold, Di Yong left quickly with his entourage.

This prodigal son made his father want to resign from office, and he still doesn't know how to repent. This is undoubtedly Di Juyi's greatest sorrow in his life.

"The hot pot is good." Wei Zhongxian praised and returned to the East Factory.

When Zhao Xuemei went upstairs to tidy up, she saw ingots of silver on the table, which should have been left by Di Juyi.

"Ninth brother, I feel that Mr. Di will make trouble again." Gan Sisi said angrily.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "He won't come to the shop to make trouble again."

The next time Di Yong makes a move, he probably wants Yang Jiu's life.

If you don't do it, you won't die. Yang Jiu will not show mercy just because Di Yong is Di Juyi's son.

It's better for Di Yong to figure it out by himself.

If Yang Jiu had to be forced to kill him, Yang Jiu could do it without anyone noticing, and Di Juyi could not find out the truth even if he tried his best.

……

"Father, you don't really want to resign, do you?" Di Yong knelt in the ancestral hall, feeling nervous.

Di Juyi put incense on his ancestors, heaved a long sigh, and said: "Wei Zhongxian can see clearly what you did today, do you think father can continue to stay in the court?"

Di Yong wants to say that Yang Jiu is all to blame for this.

But he knew that if he said this, he would inevitably be beaten again.

"Yong'er, dad is getting old, it's time to retire, you are still young, you have to go your own way in the future." Di Juyi has always refused to accept old age, at this moment, he feels that he is really old.

Di Yong thought that once his father really retired and returned to his hometown, he would also have to leave Chang'an City with him, and he would definitely get sick from boredom in that remote village.

The chief culprit who caused all these evil results was Yang Jiu.

How could he swallow this breath?
"Yong'er, Yang Jiu is not simple, and you have Wei Zhongxian's backing behind you. You have learned a lesson in this matter. We will leave Chang'an soon. During this time, you should stay at home and don't go out to cause trouble." Di Juyi The most worrying thing now is that Di Yong will go to find trouble with Yang Jiu.

If that's the case, then his fame in the first life will be ruined in one go.

Di Yong pretended to agree, and knelt in front of the tablets of the ancestors without reflecting.

……

into the night.

Yang Jiu came to Yan Luo Hall and pushed open the door of Huangzi No. [-] room.

As long as you work harder, you will be able to attack the famous house in a few days.

Because of killing Kong Jiaxi's soul, Yang Jiu has a great reputation in the evil spirit circle in Chang'an.

Even the extremely hostile evil spirit did not dare to provoke Yang Jiu easily.

If Yang Jiu wants to sew their bodies, they will obediently obey.

An old man lay in the cold jade coffin.

The old man's heart was broken open, and a heart was split into dozens of pieces.

Yang Jiu lifted the lid of the coffin, and the evil spirit rushed towards her face.

After washing hands and burning incense, Yang Jiu didn't experience any strange things after he started sewing the corpse.

Before stitching the wound on the heart, the old man's heart must be stitched up first.

The broken heart was very troublesome to sew up, and it took Yang Jiu a long time to sew the heart together.

After the heart is sewn up, the wound on the outside is nothing at all.

After sewing the last stitch, Yang Jiu heaved a sigh of relief.

"Book of Life and Death" now.

This old man in Jianghu is called "Little Zhuge" Shi Fengli, and he is very good at kicking.

Shi Fengli loves chivalry and fighting for justice, and even more loves to make friends with martial arts.

In addition, his family is rich, and he has gained an excellent reputation by donating money.

Originally, Shi Fengli could live the life he wanted for the rest of his life, but he did a stupid thing to kill himself.

He made a lot of tokens with his own hands, and told Jianghu that all caravans holding this token are under his protection. No matter where, whoever dares to move the token holder, no matter the ends of the world, he will send them to the world. beheaded.

At the beginning, no one took this to heart.

When those bandits met a caravan holding a stone gift token, they did not miss the robbery.

Who would have thought that this Shi Fengli would actually travel thousands of miles to kill all those bandits.

After so many times, no one in Jianghu doubted Shi Fengli's words.

However, all caravans hold tokens, which makes the cottages lose their source of income.

Their leaders gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

It seems that there is no better way than killing Shi Fengli.

They tried their best and finally tricked Shi Fengli into a trap.

There are flying nets everywhere, and floating poisons everywhere.

No matter how high Shi Fengli's martial arts were, he couldn't resist this kind of serial attack.

Not long after, he fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, he saw his former brother opening his heart with a short knife.

Shi Fengli was tied to a tree, unable to resist, just watched quietly.

"Brother Shi, you don't have any last words?" The brother suddenly raised his head and asked with a sinister smile.

Shi Fengli said: "Let go of me, let's fight for three hundred rounds."

"Fight for three hundred rounds? Hehe, brother Shi knows that my martial arts is not as good as yours, but he still makes such a request. I can only refuse that brother." The brother didn't think he was that stupid. He really let go of Shi Fengli, and then fought desperately.

If Shi Fengli were to escape this time, they would be in big trouble.

When the chest was cut open, the brother looked at Shi Fengli's beating heart and laughed from ear to ear.

"It's really fun." The brother gently touched Shi Fengli's heart with the tip of the knife, and he felt happy when he heard Shi Fengli's miserable cry.

When the knife pierced his heart, Shi Fengli was still thinking about what he did wrong to end up like this in the end.

Is it wrong to protect the caravan from being robbed by bandits?
It may not be him who is wrong, but the world.

Before Shi Fengli died, he must have had so much resentment that his body could not be stitched together and was finally sent to the Hall of Yama.

But when sewing the corpse, Shi Fengli did not resist, which shows that he is also very afraid of Yang Jiu's ghost arresting talisman.

No matter where Shi Fengli is hiding, Yang Jiu has a way to find him.

After closing the coffin lid, Yang Jiu went to the side to wash his hands.

[Sewing 85 corpses, the host will be rewarded with the Celestial Silkworm Knife. 】

The Celestial Silkworm Knife is the precious knife used by Shi Fengli.

After Shi Fengli died, this treasured sword was also taken away by his good brother.

Yang Jiu likes to drink Xuedao very much, but has no interest in this Tiancandao.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard movement under the coffin.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Junior Yang Jiu, I pay my respects to Senior Shi."

"You know me?" Shi Fengli slowly crawled out from under the coffin.

Yang Jiu flattered and said: "Senior Shi's name is like a thunderbolt, no one in the Jianghu knows it, who doesn't know it..."

"Okay, okay, your reputation is really great, I want to ask Yang Jiuye for a favor." Shi Fengli's old face twitched.

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