He went home and sent the precious jar back. Then Mao Jue went to the glass shop again and went there for an afternoon. The production capacity here is really low now. Wen Yuange, who was blowing the trumpet, brought all three ruined relatives of the Wen family into the glass shop, and only five or six utensils could be produced in a day. The three of them were as busy as dogs. They could be considered as refining what Mao Jue wanted at sunset, packing them for him and packing them back.

"Young Master, what are you going to do?"

In the morning, there was water that could melt the skin, and in the afternoon, it was the glass again. He got off the carriage with the box in his arms. While walking towards the young master in the coach's house, he was still curious while wearing plain clothes. He pulled Mao Jue's sleeve and asked non-stop. Unfortunately, he shook his head. Mao Jue's mysterious smile was so angry that he would not tell her.

"The mountain man has his own tricks, just wait and see me do magic for you!"

"Hmph, you are bad, so you bully Suyi!"

The girl had a bad temper and ignored Mao Jue with her little mouth pouting. She jumped into the small building with a box in her arms, with a smile on her lips. For the first time, Mao Jue felt that traveling through time might not be a bad thing. In his previous life, he paid about 3,000 yuan, it was too difficult to find a beautiful wife in a coastal city. When I came here, the organization gave him one.

A girl like Pixie is probably going to be in high school in the future. And she has to be a class beauty, a bunch of little boys who are holding on to the moon, can she take care of Mao Jue, a idle young man in society? But here, Suyi is his maid, nominally, he is already his person, and she can pick it if she wants to.

Recently, everything has been on the right track. As long as I deal with Yuan Chonghuan, at least Mao Jue will rest assured within a few years. He is eager to think about lust. He watched the girl's little butt twist upstairs, and Mao Jue's heart suddenly became alive. Thinking of pushing down Suyi, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

But at this moment, Suyi's screams sounded upstairs.

"Young Master!"

After his heart tightened, Mao Jue quickly rushed up the stairs with two steps in three steps. Looking at the appearance inside, he was so angry that he immediately punched the table hard.

The drafts he painted were turned into a mess, and the air was filled with a burning smell, and his most precious jar was knocked over the floor, and the precious liquid almost flowed.

"Who's fucking it!"

Mao Jue's roar was heard half of the general's mansion.

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More than a dozen servants were gathered in two rows. However, facing Mao Jue's fiery eyes, these guys were all careless and fearless, and even a maid and a woman laughed in a low voice from behind.

"Who did it?"

With his face turned pale and his hands behind his back, Mao Jue stood in front of these people with a gloomy voice, as low as thunder, echoing gloomy in the ears of these people, but standing beside him, his face was full of worry, and his two small fists were held in his chest.

"When you say that, the young men really don't know who did it. Maybe it's because the wind blows. The young men should ask Su Yi! Ask us, this is a waste of time!"

At the front, a servant in his twenties and particularly burly figure lowered his head and hugged his fists, but his tone was almost the same, not to mention respect, mocking. Listening to this voice, the servant behind him became even more unscrupulous.

"Ba~"

The crisp sound was shocking. He covered the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth in disbelief. The leader of the servant looked at Mao Jue as if he was looking at a dinosaur, and the other servants also grew their mouths.

During this time, Mao Jue lost too much. His family, work, and all kinds of modern society, and even his life were hanging. This handsome young man was the only compensation he gave him. Before he knew it, he was immersed in the enjoyment of the status brought by the role of Mao Jue. At this time, he was particularly unable to let others dare to ride on his neck to shit.

"Don't let your mother go, get out!"

Before the head of the family member woke up, Mao Jue kicked the frightened family member next to him again. His right hand was like a vise and directly pulled the hand of a maid in the back row. As she screamed, she pulled her out fiercely.

"What's going on?"

A dark wound spread on her hands.

On weekdays, the servant joked that Mao Jue was a Tofu Young Master, but even the young master was a young master. Seeing his eyes red and his murderous look, the maid was frightened and could not hesitate. Seeing this, the head of the servant next to him clasped his fists gloomy again.

"Young Master, Qiu Ju's hand was caught by fire in the kitchen. This little bit..."

"Ba~"

"Where is the only one who can speak for you!"

In his incredible gaze, Mao Jue slapped the servant hard again, and then he held the maid's collar again and asked viciously.

"Say, what the hell is going on?"

"Young Master, I will never dare to do it again. You, please spare me!"

"Acknowledge it? Very good! Just admit it!"

Finally, he shook off the servant's collar, and Mao Jue gasped and hummed and took two steps back. But just when the maid was relieved, Mao Jue actually kicked him out again, and turned his head and shouted at the head of the family.

"What should I do if my servant steals the owner's things?"

"Young Master, Qiu Ju is ignorant and deserves severe punishment. The young man will invite the third wife to come now. Do you think it is?"

Now he became much more respectful, with two red slap marks on his face. The head of the family bowed and bowed with his fist, kneeling on the ground, frightened like a little chicken, the maid looked at him with hope and begging.

However, Mao Jue didn't take his tricks at all.

He didn't know what Mao Jue was like before, but now that he is Mao Jue, he will never allow others to bully him on his forehead. A bunch of bastards followed him to monitor him, and he would even smash his treasure. If this continues, wouldn't it be a rebellious?

"Suyi, what should you do if you think our family rules?"

"Back, go back to the young master!"

At this time, Mao Jue became particularly unfamiliar with Su Yi. She stuttered a little and answered tremblingly.

"The rule set by the master, draw fifty boards and send them to the official!"

"I heard it all! I won't give me a board! Draw it!"

Mao Jue is determined to stand up to the end. Unfortunately, his roar was trembling, but his servants were still motionless, and they all looked at the head of the servant.

Although the two blood marks on his face did not fade, his head was drooping, and the bastard secretly showed a look of pride again.

This made Mao Jue difficult to get rid of the tiger. The muscles on his face twitched and he took a heavy breath for a few seconds. He just started to sneer gloomy.

"Okay, aren't everyone pretending to be deaf and dumb? OK, I will help you!"

It is said that in the evil feudal society, the owners all have whips. There are also in this small building. They turned around and took out the cabinet in two rapid steps. Mao Jue whipped the crowd hard and whipped it down hard. With a crisp sound, several people's clothes were cracked. They screamed and covered their wounds and squatted down without even a pause. Mao Jue took the second whip again.

The crackling sound was accompanied by a grinning scream. All the servants in the front yard were whipped to the ground. No matter what class oppressed the mess, the whip could always let these servants know what they were. Mao Jue whipped the whip, and in the end someone could not hold it in the wail, crying and kowtowing and begging for mercy.

This was not only Mao Jue's power, but also his power collapsed a little bit. He held his fist next to him and bowed for a while. The muscles on his face also twitched violently. Suddenly, the head of the servant uttered Mao Jue's hand and pressed down the whip.

"Young Master, this mansion is always in charge of the big and small matters in this mansion. If you lose your identity after a big fight, please ask your wife to deal with it!"

"roll!"

Once again, his big face was merciless and suddenly brushed his hands away. Mao Jue was about to raise his whip again, but this completely annoyed the head of the family. He suddenly pushed Mao Jue hard on the chest, and he staggered back and almost sat on the ground.

"You damn it's hard to push me!"

He was extremely angry, and Mao Jue ran back with his sleeves. He was also extremely angry. The head of the family shook his arms and shouted disdainfully.

"But a concubine's son really thinks he is a character, I..."

"This is Mao's Mansion. Who dares to make noise here? Do you want to have a job?"

This shout made the head of the servants froze. The fearful Lilu took a little step back, clasped her fists again, but said nothing.

"Wen Bo!"

As if seeing the savior, Suyi was excited to meet him and pointed at the crowd and explained.

"The young master's things were stolen and a lot of them were smashed by Qiuju. The young master has to deal with them according to the family rules, but..."

Without saying anything, the old man gay had already snorted coldly.

"Young master has spoken. According to family rules, why are you still standing there?"

He didn't come by himself. The Zhang family in Shanxi and the Wen family in Liaodong are all wealthy families. Even if they get married, they will naturally bring their family and relatives. The two Mao Jue had seen from Mrs. Zhang and walked fiercely to the front with a board, and directly pressed the Qiu Ju to the ground. As she begged for mercy, the bamboo board was mercilessly taken down, and crackling sounds filled the yard.

This time, all the servants looked at Mao Jue with fear in their eyes. They covered the marks of the whip on their body and curled up into a ball. They clasped their fists and lowered their heads. The servant leader was not making a sound, but it was obvious that the muscles on his arm twitched and twitched. However, when they hugged their arms, Mao Jue hummed in dissatisfaction.

After hitting twenty bamboo pieces, he simply waved his hand tiredly.
Chapter completed!