Liang Xiaodaqi, the courage that came out of nowhere, also sneered.

"Uncle Wang, if you say that, then I have to ask who this Lord Huan is. We mother and son have lived here for more than ten years, but why have we never seen him? Looking at his clothes, he should be a prisoner who has just been released. I dare to ask what crime he committed and how he was released. You said that this place was his family. Does he have a deed? Can you take it to see it?"

Wang Fengshi turned to look at Mama Liang. "Mrs. Liang's family, your trick is promising. He dares to argue with me, and he is very polite. Why? I let you live here for more than ten years, but I have not accumulated any virtue, but have accumulated any resentment?"

Mama Liang quickly apologized. "Uncle Wang, don't treat the qi with a little trick. Xiao'er had an illness two days ago and was a little confused. Yesterday, he asked Grandma Chu to call Hun. You saw it with your own eyes. Just think he farts and don't bother with him."

"Do I want to argue with him? But if he goes out to talk nonsense, my crime will be a big deal." Wang Fengshi glanced at Liang Xiao, snorted, and dragged his voice. "After so many years, you mother and son have not been borrowed. Seeing that he is getting older, he will not be able to do many things, and I am also in a difficult situation."

When Mama Liang heard this, she became even more nervous and apologized repeatedly. Liang Xiao frowned, but she could hear some clues from Wang Fengshi's words and felt more confident.

He chuckled: "Uncle Wang, it is a good thing to increase the household registration. Whether it is the prime minister or the county magistrate, we mother and son will probably not let us borrow money. What I am worried about is that he asked why we have not borrowed money for more than ten years. Uncle Wang is not easy to explain, right?"

Although Liang Xiao was not an expert, he also knew that for the Han Dynasty, increasing household registration was a political achievement, and no one would stop the people from borrowing. The Liang family and his son were in Guangling for so many years and had been a black household. For the government, it was a loss of tax revenue. As a master, Wang Fengshi was absolutely responsible.

Thinking deeper, Wang Fengshi and the Liang family were not related, so why did he take in the Liang family's mother and son and help them hide their household registration? Naturally, he took the advantage. Liang Maime is a good brocade weaving master, and all the brocade she woven was sold to the Ding family at a low price. She only earned a living expenses, but the Ding family took the big head. It was impossible for the Ding family to share a part of it to Wang Fengshi.

If there is no such interest relationship in it, would Wang Fengshi have such kindness?

Therefore, rather than saying that the mother and son of the Liang family are afraid of losing their loan, Wang Fengshi is afraid of their loan. Liang Maggie hopes that Liang Xiao will become an official and become an official in his adult life, so he must first borrow it. Wang Fengshi is unwilling to do this more, so he takes this opportunity to block Liang Maggie and extort some money by the way.

Wang Fengshi's face turned red and white.

For him, the orphan and widowed mother of the Liang family are also foreign refugees, so he has to gain a foothold in Guangling. So he can't help but let him do it? Unexpectedly, Liang Xiao, a young man who has always been generous, knew the logic here and was not fooled by him at all.

For a moment, he was a little difficult to get on and didn't know how to deal with it. He was determined to fight, but was afraid that Liang Xiao would really give up and make things worse. This kid was not a kind person. He wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't let go.

At this moment, the prisoner said, "I was originally a minister of Wu, but I was offended because of my subordinate King Wu. Today I just received a grace edict to pardon for the people. You are right. This is indeed not my family, but my friend's house. You mother and son are not the owners of the house, am I right?"

Liang Xiao looked at his mother, Mama Liang. He didn't know these things, so he had to ask his mother. Mama Liang nodded repeatedly to prove that it is true.

Liang Xiao couldn't help but sigh. He originally thought that his family was just a little poor, but now he realized that they were not poor, but very poor. Not only were they poor, but also black households, and even this house that they had lived in for more than ten years was not his own.

Wang Fengshi suddenly became energetic and his eyes became extremely strict.

The prisoner waved his hand and stopped Wang Fengshi. "Let me do this, I am alone and I don't need much space. You can just buy a room for me. We will be neighbors for a while, and when I find a new residence, I will move out. How about it?"

Liang Xiao had no objection after hearing this. It would be good if people were poor and ambitions were short-lived. It would be good if they didn't drive them away, and he couldn't go too far. However, although the prisoner had a lame leg and blinded one eye, his momentum was not weak. Living under the same roof, there would inevitably be conflicts in the future.

"Why, are you still afraid that I am a disabled person?" The prisoner seemed to see through Liang Xiao's worries and said with a smile: "You were outside the city just now, that's not what you were like."

"You..." Wang Fengshi and Mama Liang were both a little surprised. After a long time of conversation, it turned out that they knew each other.

"Oh, we've met outside the city." The prisoner smiled faintly and waved his hand to Wang Fengshi. "Okay, that's it. You can go and go. If you have any trouble, I will go to you."

Wang Fengshi responded timidly, bowed and bowed, called Mama Liang aside, took a few words before leaving.

The prisoner looked up and down at Liang Xiao and stretched out his hand: "Can you let you see your crossbow?"

Liang Xiao hesitated for a moment and handed over the crossbow that had been holding in his hand, but did not give him an arrow.

The prisoner didn't care, picked up the crossbow, glanced, and sighed, and was a little lost in his mind. After a moment, he smiled and returned the crossbow to Wuji. "Has stole the tomb?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Liang Xiao looked around nervously, especially at his mother. He didn't care in the past, but now he doesn't want his mother to know about his bad deeds in the past.

"This is a weapon made by the Wu Kingdom, and it is a burial object. If it were not for tomb robbers, it would not appear in your hands." The prisoner smiled and said, "Are you illiterate? Didn't you see the inscription?"

Liang Xiao picked up the crossbow and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw a few seal characters, but he still didn't recognize them.

"If you don't want me to report you, prepare a delicious meal for me." The prisoner smiled slightly: "No need to be too rich, just have chicken and wine. I have been eating prison meals for more than ten years, and I've eaten too well all of a sudden, and my stomach may not be used to it."

The prisoner said, walked up to the hall, sat down slowly, patted his lame legs, and looked at Liang Xiao jokingly: "Do you regret not pushing me directly into the river when you were outside the city?"

Liang Xiao's eyes rolled: "It's okay, there's still a chance now." He said, pulling the crossbow on the string, and then taking out a crossbow arrow and putting it in the arrow groove. "I haven't been practicing crossbow for a long time, and it's just like archery. You have to be careful, maybe you will shoot it by accident."

The prisoner motionlessly looked at Liang Xiao quietly.

Liang Xiao slowly raised the crossbow, aimed it at the prisoner's throat, and his eyebrows slowly raised, trying his best to make himself look like a villain. Only in this way can he give this prisoner a warning and let him know who the master is here.

One of them sat in the hall and the other stood in the yard. With less than ten steps apart, no one moved. The atmosphere became a little depressed. After a while, Liang Xiao felt his arms a little sore, and the crossbow in his hand began to shake. But he refused to give in and gritted his teeth and persevered.

The prisoner suddenly laughed: "It's a pity that this pair of ape arms can't even hold on for such a short time. It's a waste."

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