"Second brother, you are our backbone now. Do you have to make an idea?"

Wuding Hou Guo Ying used a knife to cut a whole freshly baked lamb's waist, picked up half of it dipped in salt, and chewed it in his mouth, barking it, "Brothers, are you all counting on you now? We old guys have nothing to do with you now. At this age, there is no other hope."

"I just hope to count money at home when there is an investment. Seeing the warehouses at home full, he was born with a poor life of the northwest wind. I was afraid of poverty in this life!"

As soon as Guo Ying spoke, everyone's eyes looked at Feng Sheng.

I am afraid of being poor in this life, so this sentence is correct to be used on these people. I was hungry and my eyes turned blue and rebelled with the old man. I should not put my head on my belt just to make a full meal. I rolled in the Hall of Hell, sleeping in the pile of dead people, and using my life to exchange for three melons and two dates is more important than life.

Even if they were all named marquis later, the root cause of the black-eyed beads who could not stand the money was lost. It is no wonder that people who came out of troubled times have seen too many tragedies in the world. Why did they struggle like this for their children and grandchildren? They didn’t have to live the lives they had lived in the future and suffer the sins they had suffered.

Feng Sheng narrowed his eyes, and his long eyebrows trembled with his breathing, "Hey, I told you a long time ago, don't show off when you have money. Look, let those damn civil servants be eyeing now?" As he said that, he sighed again, "What can I do? Damn, our civil servants in the Ming Dynasty are all wild dogs, and they bit their lower body and don't let go!"

Changxing Hou Geng Bingwen was a generation shorter than them and said, "Second uncle, then just let them ginseng? Then just watch them snatch this treasure pot from our men?"

As he said that, he paused and whispered, "Everyone, what does the emperor mean?"

The old military marquis looked at each other, but no one spoke.

The emperor's meaning was a little difficult to see through and did not respond to the civil servants positively, but he did not give them a reassurance to the nobles and military officials as before.

"What does the emperor mean? How can we guess?" Guo Ying glanced at Geng Bingwen, "Why are you talking so hard now?"

"Uncle Fourth, am I in a hurry!" Geng Bingwen whispered, "You know that my father died early, and my Geng family's family's wealth is not as good as you guys." As he said that, he paused, "The old man pointed out that Princess Jiangdu married my family, and the house repaired the house and garden were like flowing water. When the princess came here in the future, can't she live a hard life with us, right?"

"Go roll!" Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, cursed, "When you spend money, you will not mention the dowry given by the emperor at that time!"

"Even if the emperor will accompany a mountain of gold in the future, our family will not dare to spend it. It is the princess's private house, not as good as our warehouse!" Geng Bingwen spread his hands and said aggrievedly.

"Speaking about serious matters!" Guo Ying glanced at the two of them, "Where did you go?"

As he said that, he sighed again, "We are so fucked if we don't have a military advisor! We can't play with it!"

Huining Hou Zhang Wen, who was sitting on the side, sighed, "I would rather fight the Tartars than fight with the civil servants. It's so fucking tired!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of old killers who had killed people without blinking all sighed silently and had a full face of entanglement.

"Or, go to the palace to find the old man?" Cao Zhen said.

Feng Sheng curled his lips, "If you want to be beaten, go yourself, don't take me with you!"

At this moment, Dongguan Bo He Rong, who was suddenly leaning against the window, spoke, "Hey, look, is the old turtle-bearing sedan in Ling Han's street below?"

Everyone stretched their necks to look down. It turned out that Ling Han's sedan chair was leisurely walking through the street. This road was the only way for Ling Han to go home. His home was on the west side of this street.

"Take it up!" Feng Sheng said, "Although Lao Ling is a civil servant, he has been in love with us for decades. Unlike the desolate people in the court, he wishes he could lie down all of us!"

"I'll go!" Guo Ying ate her other half of her waist and went downstairs. Her skills and steps were not like those of an old man in his sixties, and she was full of vigor.

Soon, I heard Ling Han’s voice coming from downstairs, “Hey, what’s the point of being in broad daylight? Open up and think that I am the ones you thick? How can I come to this place?”

At the same time, Guo Ying's voice came, "Don't pretend to be a good person. Who doesn't know who? If you think this yard is not easy to play with, I'll arrange for you to go to another place!"

"No, hey..."

Just like that, Ling Han was pulled and pulled by Guo Ying into the private room on the second floor.

As soon as he opened the door, several gazes fell directly on Ling Han.

The old man also looked at everyone and grinned, "Haha, you guys are so happy!"

Feng Sheng pointed at Cao Zhen, "Get up!" Then he said to Ling Han, "Old Ling, come by my side. I haven't had a few sips with you one day. Have a good drink today!"

Cao Zhen moved his butt reluctantly, Ling Han sat down with a big butt and smiled, "I haven't had a drink with Duke Song for one day, but why did he drink here?"

"Everyone drinks are all drunk!" Feng Sheng smiled and patted the other person's shoulder intimately, "Oh, Lao Ling, although we have different paths in literature and martial arts, we have become old friends over the years. Alas, there are fewer and fewer of us immortals!"

Ling Han smiled, "If you have something to do, just say, don't sigh with me! You should sigh, I am a civil servant and a Jinshi, and I feel that I have a slight and antonym of all the shits, which is much more emotional than you!"

"Hahahaha!" Because of this sentence, the old military marquis around him burst into laughter.

In fact, there were not many civil officials who were very good at the founding of the Ming Dynasty. It was normal for them to be good at parents and mothers to be short, and it was even more uncommon to slap the table and curse people with outsiders.

"You really got it right. If you really have something to do, you have to give us old staff!" Feng Sheng smiled, "You also know that if we act like a knife and use our brains, then the fucking eunuch jumps to the moat, and there is nothing we can do!"

Guo Ying also spoke, "Old Ling, they are all old friends, please point them at your fingers. You have also watched the momentum of today. Those raw melon seeds in their forties will never stop with us!"

Ling Han sat upright, his waist straight.

The old man knew what was going on since he was pulled up, but in fact he knew what was going on when he was in the court. Otherwise, why didn't he say a word? He really didn't want to get involved in this matter. To be fair, his butt belonged to the civil servants, and of course he also had some sense of being unlucky when he saw these old killers.

But after all, decades of friendship are here. Although I beat and scolded on weekdays, I was really a love affair. Besides, I am at this age and understand one thing. Feng Shui takes turns, and maybe there will be some place to ask others one day.

He is Ling Tietou, not Ling Tietong.

"Yes!" The old man thought for a moment, looked at Feng Sheng, his eyes flashed.

Feng Sheng was stunned at first, but he didn't react.

But then his mind lit up. He was familiar with this look, and he was whispering!

He nodded and said to the old military marquis, "Well, brothers! Everyone give me some convenience and avoid it!" As he said, he said, "It's not that you can't say it in front of everyone. Lao Ling is a civil servant, and he is not as quarrel as we are!"

Everyone knew in their hearts that they were afraid of being too quarrels. Few of them, the old nobles, could hide their words.

"You two are not girls, why are you stinging in private?"

"Is he still fucking afraid of people watching? Avoid people?"

"I'm suffering from my mother's swelling!"
Chapter completed!