Comeback (Sixth)

This is a deal, but a deal. Under the escort of everyone, Wu Anguo rode his horse along the official road to the north. The pretty maid Qing'er followed a peach blossom patrol slightly behind the team. The wildness that was different from the women in the Central Plains was spreading in the wind, like the blooming poppy flowers in summer.

Qing'er didn't know what her original name was, and she didn't even remember her age and hometown. Around when she was very young, her hometown was captured by the Mongols who believed in Allah. She, her mother and sister were picked out by soldiers and sold to different dealers. Then the city turned into a lonely smoke behind them. No one asked about the men in the family. The man with a city that was broken and the man above the wheel had only one ending.

Then it was sold thousands of miles away, and people were pulled from one city to another like goods. Girls were sought-after goods, and adult women were more likely to take action. Young girls could not work or serve men's favor. Therefore, they were always "back up" in the hands of the owner, relying on a bowl of rotten rice and a few mouthfuls of water every day. I don't know how long it took, and their partners were either bought or died or threw them into the wild. When there were only the last three girls left in the slave team, the boss finally made the decision to dump the goods. A slightly older girl was called out and rewarded to the thugs. The girl's shrill screams rang all night, until many years later in Qing'er's nightmare. Qing'er knew what was going on and was prepared. When the city broke, the soldiers rushed into her home, and the same thing happened to her sister and mother. When the next morning saw the eyes of her companion who had not returned to her all night, Qing'er was still stunned. The eyes lost their lives forever. One night, just one night, all traces of life disappeared in those eyes. The owner of the eyes could not recognize anyone, and sat alone in the corner playing with urination.

If she didn't want to be rewarded by the boss to the thugs and repeat the fate of her companions, Qing'er could only pray that the omnipotent Lord would let her be bought as soon as possible, even if the person who bought her was Satan. Before the party the next afternoon, she rushed forward and hugged the legs of the buyer who came to choose the adult female slave, crying and telling all the work a little girl could do to promote herself. Perhaps the omnipotent Lord heard his prayer, and the buyer bought her with a small piece of silver. From then on, she had a Han name named Qing'er. Her master was a Han man named Gao Deyong.

The stingy fat man kept complaining to his subordinates on the way home, complaining that the girl was too young and could not work, and complaining that he was unlucky to have his new clothes dirty by the girl. Until the next day, Qing'er finished washing and knocked on the owner's door with a wooden basin for washing clothes, he was still complaining that he should not violate the ancestral teachings and make kindness to do money-lossing business.

Squatting down, the fat man raised Qing'er's chin with his hand and looked at the goods carefully. His clear eyes made him decide how to recover the cost. The next day, Qing'er was notified that he did not have to do housework. The cunning fat man hired a teacher to teach Qing'er to sing, dance, Han language, teach piano, chess, books, painting, and everything that Han daughters should learn. Qing'er also clearly knew that the way Fat man chose for him. Being a famous brothel is more popular than all the famous prostitutes in the Fat Man's hometown. Every time Gao Deyong talked about his hometown, he had a faint sadness mixed with a faint pride in his eyes. Qing'er later learned that the master's home that was not far away from thousands of miles away was the fourth class of Han people. Later, the Han people restored their rivers and mountains, but the merchants were still fourth class people. No matter how rich he was, in his hometown, the master would never be a fat man who could not be on the table.

After that, Gao Deyong traveled around the world and never forgot to go back to his home in Samarkand to supervise Qing'er's studies, and told Qing'er that his half tael of silver would not be in vain and would be earned back thousands of times.

About four years later, when the time to recover the investment was very close to the time of retrieving funds, the fat man accidentally discovered Qing'er's calculation ability, so he took her by his side to teach her abacus and teach her business knowledge. After that, Qing'er's life goal was set by the fat man as a concubine of a wealthy family in Yangzhou, which could help her husband and owner manage the business. Regarding the concubine, Qing'er understood from the Chinese she had learned that it was the maid and wife of a wealthy family.

The difference between a maid is that he does not have to pay wages when working. In less than two years, Qing'er became Gao Deyong's right-hand man, and the money he earned for Gao Deyong was far more than the half tael of investment and the teacher fees he had in the Gao family over the years. So Gao Deyong began to hire teachers to teach Qing'er various etiquettes, including the East, the West, the Muslims, the Mongols, the Persians, the Han people, and the etiquette of interacting with all the caravans who walked through the place.

When she came to Peking, Qing'er was as beautiful as a little swan with her fluff. The interaction between the East and the Western culture made the men around her fall in love with her, but her master did not. In the eyes of the master, she was always a pile of silver, and even if the pile of silver was high, it was still a piece of silver. The greedy master's arrangement for her fate was to give her as the most expensive gift to a certain noble in the country she passed by next trip to the west, so as to obtain the privilege of doing business for life in that aristocratic territory. Qing'er had no time to be sad for her destiny. Before such a noble appeared, she had secretly chosen her own path.

On a spring night, Qing'er walked into her master's room and proved that she was indeed more valuable than giving it to others as a gift. From then on, she was the most caring helper around Gao Deyong, but the stingy man did not accept Qing'er as his tenth concubine. The reason was that according to the Han rules, if Qing'er was accepted as a concubine, she could not take Qing'er around, and would sell maids to serve Qing'er. Qing'er didn't care. She admired Gao Deyong's calculating mind. As long as she was by Gao Deyong, she didn't care about the status required by Han women, but from then on, she had to be rewarded for doing things for Gao Deyong, and it increased year by year, and it was not possible to lose a penny.

When Gao Deyong was invited by the governor Guo Pu to drink in the mansion for more than ten days and the nine wives were in chaos, the maid Qing'er was the one who managed all the business; when Gao Deyong tried every means to send someone to the capital to make things bigger, so as not to take the blame for Guo Pu's actions, the maid Qing'er was also the maid Qing'er. On the way to the capital, Qing'er met a businessman named Zhan, who pointed out that the road to the capital was not safe and he was closer to Henan. The imperial envoy Wu Marquis was selfless.

, she will definitely handle this matter impartially. Even if the envoy Wu Qin was unwilling to deal with it impartially, Qing'er had absolute confidence to let him deal with it impartially. As long as this person is more powerful than Guo Pu, she doesn't care who this person is. In the courses she studied, such examples are everywhere. She has paid so much for Gao Deyong, so she doesn't care about more. With Gao Deyong's shrewdness, she will naturally understand that this is a transaction, but just a transaction. He will give Qing'er a suitable price, a price that can satisfy both Qing'er and him.

Since leaving Luoyang City, Qing'er has shown her most beautiful side, blooming in front of Wu'anguo like a tree of camellia, shining brightly. Through the mouths of the Henan Provincial Officer who pleased her, Qing'er already knew the relationship between Wu'anguo and Guo Pu, but she still believed that she would win. As long as she was a man, she would not be moved by her beauty.

There were several times when she thought she was close to success. Wu Anguo's eyes suddenly shone, but for only a moment, the deep eyes admired her like admiring bonsai, and then turned elsewhere, without a trace of nostalgia. This made her self-esteem very frustrated. After training for so many years, only two men could ignore her beauty, one was Gao Deyong and the other was Wu Anguo. The former could only see benefits in her eyes, while the latter could not see anything in those eyes. She only felt that the eyes were carrying a weight of a thousand pounds, which made people feel soft and heavy when they saw it.

"If you want to help me do something, please take good care of Mahama on the way." As if you saw Qing'er's thoughts, Wu Anguo gave in with a smile.

Mahama is a gift from Mu Ying to Wu Anguo. The eunuchs in the prince-consort's mansion need to do some rough work. This little boy who was almost sold to Delhi by Dalima is quite handsome. Mu Ying thinks he is suitable to walk in front of the female family in the prince-consort's mansion. After receiving this gift, Wu Anguo did not give him money to make a living as before, but let him stay with him as a disciple. This disaster relief can just send the child to Peking Academy to study.

Wu Anguo left Luoyang on the third day after accepting Qing'er's lawsuit. The son-in-law Li Qi promised to take care of Wu Anguo for disaster relief work in Shandong, Hebei and other places. Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict originally did not divide the responsibilities of the two, including the intention of letting them deal with it as appropriate. The officials in Henan Palace were reluctant to leave Wu Anguo. In legend, the eldest son-in-law Li Qi was a humble gentleman, and Wu Anguo was a demon king who killed people without blinking. The actual situation happened to be the opposite. Now the officials most hope is that Wu Anguo stays, Li Qi leaves quickly, the farther away, the better. No matter how terrible the legend is, at least in the officialdom, Marquis Wu is easier to fool than Li Qi.

On the night before leaving, Li Qi carefully analyzed the possible situation in Peking for Wu Anguo and concluded that Qing'er was not a simple maid, and his master Gao Deyong was definitely not an idle person. Guo Pu took great pains to lead this maid to Henan, which only explained one problem. There is indeed something in Peking that needs Wu Anguo to help.

"I will keep an eye on the disaster relief matter for you first. After the matter in Peking is handled, you can get out as soon as possible. Long live the original intention is not to let you go to Peking so early. He may not like you to interfere in too many things that shock the Northern Army. As a minister, you must master the degree to have more opportunities. You have too little experience as an official and work hard, which will mess up things..." During these days of cohabitation, the eldest son-in-law Li Qi almost taught the experience of being an official. Some principles need time to understand, and some principles can be seen by watching Li Qi's method of handling affairs. Wu Anguo is still relatively clear about his ability to be an official, so he learns

He tried his best to get up and slowly had some clear context in his mind. Although Yu Liqi's expectations were still far apart, Wu Anguo knew that he had discovered some tricks, at least he had more choices than before. Li Qi said it well. It was because his views were different from others that he needed opportunities more than others, and all opportunities that he could seize. Since he came out, he would do everything possible to avoid being collected again. Whether he endured humiliation or flattered with others, he had no right to choose the means. In order to wait for his comeback this time, the price paid by Peking was too high, too high, so high that he could hardly bear the second wait.

"Sir, there is someone chasing us, and it seems to be very anxious." The adjutant's personal soldiers rode their horses to the front of the team and asked Wu'anguo for instructions.

There was already a post station not far ahead. Wu Anguo ordered everyone to rest at the post station and let the personal soldiers bring the visitor closer. This was not the first person to chase him. When he first left Luoyang, "Si Gu Guaner" Dad Mei followed behind, saying that he admired his reputation and was willing to lead a horse and kick him for his whole life. After being rejected several times, Dad Mei finally said the truth. The day before yesterday, the imperial envoy was alarmed because he did not pay attention to the drum in front of the government office.

It made the prefect Niu very embarrassed. He was afraid that after the two imperial envoys left, the prefect Niu would ask him to settle the old accounts, so he wanted to join the Wuhou's disciple for asylum. When Wu Anguo asked Dad Mei about whether he would implicate his family in Luoyang like this, Dad Mei was moved and finally told the truth: "The fourth-rank official in the Prime Minister's Office, the master is so big and the slave is as big as the slave. If I become a servant for the Marquis, the prefect Niu would be too afraid to flatter me. He would not dare to trouble my family if he had the courage to use him to do anything."

Even though he was used to the absurdity of Henan officials, Wu Anguo was still shocked by Mr. Mei's frank confession. It seems that the entire Henan government does need to be sorted out. The problem is that the officialdom is like a spider web in the corner of the room. After cleaning it, new spider webs will soon appear in the original place. The servants below have formed a habit, and the new officials will soon commit the same crime under their instigation. Zhu Yuanzhang's solution to this problem is killing. If he can find a better way than killing after his life's energy, Wu Anguo is not sure. This time he returned to Peking, he hoped to have some time to discuss with Guo Pu and others. The goal was good at that time, but how to get closer to this goal little by little, people in this era should know this era better than themselves and be more likely to come up with feasible solutions.

After resting for a while, the personal soldiers took the strong man who was chasing the team to the post station. They were Mongolians, and Wu'anguo knew the look that he always looked into the distance. The personal soldiers also discovered this and put the pistol on the back of the visitor.

The man was also a man, and his complexion did not change at all under the black muzzle. He bowed slowly and said, "Mongolian Hu Helu (Chinese means Qinglong). Chen Tianxing, the owner of the Beijing Tianxing Trading Company, met with Marquis Wu. Someone asked me to bring a piece of goods to the Marquis and ask the Marquis to take a look."

After saying that, he took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to his personal soldiers. The personal soldiers pushed away the father Mei who had come forward to beg for help, pinched the things in the cloth bag, and took it to the table in front of Wu Anguo to slowly open it.

On the dark blue wool-produced materials in Peking, there was a piece of wooden sticks of finger length. One end of the stick was wrapped with a cloth torn off the clothes. There were dense lumps on the cloth strips, and there was a bloody wool in the middle.

Wu Anguo's face twitched for a moment, stretched out his big hand to hold the wooden stick tightly, as if he was holding a rare treasure, his body trembled constantly because of his nervousness. The personal soldiers were all frightened by Wu Anguo's appearance and surrounded Chen Tianxing in the middle, preparing to give the order to immediately rectify the man on the spot.

"Where did you get this thing?" Wu Anguo stared at the visitor, and every word was spit out from his dantian, trembling that the paper window of the post station was buzzing.

"I went outside the pass to do wool business. When I came back, I met several tribe members. They drove the Lele carriage to the north. Everyone gathered together to eat dry food. After a few conversations, they asked me to see the person in the car. The person was disabled and asked me to bring this thing to you. None of my tribe members could recognize what it was, so they didn't stop it."

What the visitor said was not entirely true. He clearly knew the person who kidnapped Li Shanping, and the Mongolians could not allow a merchant to bring things to the high-ranking officials of the enemy country. Wu Anguo quickly considered what the person's words were true and which were false. The air in the room was a bit abnormal. Dad Mei saw that what was important in front of him was more important and tiptoed out.

This person should be a Mongolian noble, otherwise he would not call himself "me" in his words, rather than "down" commonly used by businessmen when they saw officials. The eyes of Wu'an Guo who had returned to calmness showed a deep light and asked slowly: "Brother came from all the way, just to bring a piece of stuff for my friends?"

"Of course not." Chen Tianxing showed a honest smile. Although this smile was pretending, it still made the atmosphere in the room much easier. "I want to talk to Mr. Wu and do business. I traveled thousands of miles away, and I didn't bring any helpers, so I didn't want anyone else around Wu Hou to be around. As for this little thing, it was just a meeting gift. Others wanted to threaten Mr. Wu, but I just wanted to fulfill the heart of the friend Wu Hou's friend."

The personal soldiers retreated out at the hint of Wu Anguo and gently covered the door of the house. The officials in charge of the post station carefully hid in the horse shed and supervised their subordinates to add materials to the horses. Some things are less known, the safer they are.

Qing'er walked by casually, and tried her best to turn her ears to the window. Before being driven away by her personal soldiers, she vaguely heard a few words "King Yan...Trade...". She couldn't help but curiosity. She walked around the house far away, and hid on the side unwillingly, asking, "Old man, what is the wooden stick with cloth tied? Is it used to be a whip?"
Chapter completed!