"Gently untie your belt, slowly take off your coat, revealing your white skin, and emitting a faint body fragrance. I can't help but bite you. Zhaoniang, what do you think of me? Don't think about it, eat rice dumplings." Duan Mingyu bit off half of the rice dumplings in one bite and smiled obscenely.

Yang Zhaoniang's eyebrows were so high that she seemed to have a grudge against Zongzi to kill her father. She bit her hard: "Who is thinking about it? It's you... Humph, anyway, I believe you."

"Brother Xu, have the accounts been sorted out? Why don't you eat a rice dumpling and rest for a while before coming?" Duan Mingyu called.

"Okay OK, okay, young master, guess how much money did you earn today?" Xu Zuye asked with a smile.

Duan Mingyu said: "Just tell me, you can guess it's all!"

Xu Zuye stretched out three fingers: "Three thousand taels, I earned 3,000 taels on the first day of opening. I am convinced."

Duan Mingyu said shyly: "I mean, I mean!"

Nowadays, you must be calm and calm. The difference between having money and having no money is quite big.

As the saying goes, "When you have no money, raise pigs; when you have money, raise dogs. When you have no money, eat wild vegetables at home; when you have money, eat wild vegetables at hotels. When you have no money, ride a bicycle on the road; when you have money, ride a bicycle in the living room. When you have no money, you want to get married, when you have money, you want to divorce. When you have no money, your wife serves as secretary, and when you have money, your secretary is also as wife. When you have no money, the hourly worker is called an aunt; when you have money, the nanny is called a Filipino maid."

The difference between having money or not is so big. Duan Mingyu has experienced it personally, so he was so excited that he looked at Zongzi and laughed. This led to both Yang Zhaoniang and Xu Zuye retreating.

Looking at Xu Zuye's seemingly harmless expression, Duan Mingyu didn't make a fuss and pretended to be innocent, right? The culprit who dragged me into the water was you, old man. Can't I count money at home well? I have to go to the yamen to work tomorrow. Duan Mingyu sighed to the sky: "I'm not careful in making friends!"

Xu Zuye touched his nose and said, "Didn't you even find the position of deputy chief officer? You get the advantage and act like a good person. If I were me..."

"What do you know, a rough man? Although the horses are thousands of miles away, the plowing land is not as good as the ox. Although the plowing ox is diligent, the door is not as good as the dog. Is this the material for this?" Duan Mingyu said hatefully.

Yang Zhaoniang clapped her little hands and jumped off the stool: "Why do you always compete with beasts? By the way, you can borrow some money and I will spend it?"

Duan Mingyu said in confusion: "How much do you want?"

"Just give me a few hundred taels." Yang Zhaoniang said expressionlessly.

The sip of water Duan Mingyugang drank was sprayed out in one sip, and immediately gave Yang Zhaoniang a thunderous sniff: "Give it a few hundred taels, why are you, a little girl, doing so much money?"

Yang Zhaoniang said with a bitter face: "Don't you think there are a lot of beggars and refugees in Bianliang City recently? Our Beggars' Sect is preparing to seize this opportunity and recruit more gang members. Alas, hundreds of people are going to have a meal..."

"Nonsense!" Yang Zhaoniang was just showing her great achievements, but Duan Mingyu sipped off. "You are just a few broken kids, the bullshit Beggars' Sect, and they still took them home when they met their parents, pulled their ears and spanked them."

Yang Zhaoniang said angrily: "Hmph, vulgar!"

Duan Mingyu ignored Yang Zhaoniang's protest and fell into thought. Yes, why have there been more refugees in the past few days?

One is due to constant wars, production stagnation, and labor loss. Another reason is the reason for usury.

The usury in the late Tang Dynasty was divided into official usury and private usury. The government is the most active. The government collects profits with loans, and the monthly interest rate is as high as five cents, six cents or seven cents. The monthly interest rate of private usury is higher than that of official usury, up to twenty percent. Debts need to be signed. If it cannot be repaid on time, it will be sold for the family’s property, land, or even the wife and children. In this way, the family will be destroyed, which is not surprising.

Inspired by Yang Zhaoniang, Duan Mingyu said: "Old Xu, tomorrow you will recruit fifty refugees. After you recruit, you will train me hard to protect our industry. You can only rely on yourself."

Xu Zuye straightened his back: "Please rest assured, young master, and ensure that the task is completed."

Duan Mingyu said: "Okay, let's go and rest. Zhaoniang, where is your grandfather?"

Yang Zhaoniang pouted: "I'm meditating in the room. I have to go there myself, don't even think about using me again!"

Duan Mingyu was speechless. When he turned around, Yang Zhaoniang had already left and disappeared.

Duan Mingyu quietly walked to Yang Yanguang's door and was about to knock on the door when Yang Yanguang spoke.

"Come in, the door is not locked." Yang Yanguang said.

Duan Mingyu pushed open the door and saw Yang Yanguang looking energetic. He was puzzled. Why was this old man more powerful than eating after a meal?

Duan Mingyu praised: "Master, Mr. Yang is indeed tall!"

Yang Yanguang said: "Everyone has their own strengths. Tell me, what's the matter with me? You guy will definitely have nothing to do when you open your mouth."

Duan Mingyu was speechless. Forget it, I have something to ask for, so I endured it: "Mr. Yang, I believe you have seen it today. Since I started my business, I have been having troubles and bad luck..."

"What do you guy want to say?" Yang Yanguang said.

Duan Mingyu sighed: "This matter is a long story!"

"Then let's talk a long story."

Duan Mingyu thrust his face: "I can't explain this matter clearly in a short sentence."

"If you can't explain clearly, don't say it." Yang Yanguang said lightly.

OK, you are ruthless! Duan Mingyu said: "Okay, just say it short."

Duan Mingyu coughed twice: "Mr. Yang, I have provoked local gangsters, and I almost lost my life today..."

Yang Yanguang opened his eyes: "I know all of these, and I saw them today."

"Why did the sir look at the wall and never lend a helping hand to the bottom?" Duan Mingyu said angrily.

"My feet twisted."

Duan Mingyu: “…”

Yang Yanguang asked: "What's the matter for where you came this time?"

Duan Mingyu took a deep breath and said, "I want to ask a sir to teach me martial arts."

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said slowly: "This matter is probably inappropriate!"

Duan Mingyu stood up angrily: "Sir, aren't you afraid that I'll drive you out immediately. Are you sleeping on the streets tonight?"

Yang Yanguang pressed the sword and said, "What if I don't leave?"

Duan Mingyu looked at Yang Yanguang, estimated the combat power of the two of them in his heart, and swallowed: "Okay, if you don't leave, I'll go!" After that, he turned around and walked out.

Yang Yanguang said: "Your room is the third room to turn left when you go out. Please close the door when you go out. Thank you."

Duan Mingyu lost his usual hot temper, but instead sighed weakly, got up and closed the door, then walked back, moved a bench in the room and sat down.

Duan Mingyu's face was thrusting. This old man really didn't treat himself as an outsider...

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