Volume 1: Spring in Wulong Town Chapter 55: Busy, Busy, Busy
“Ah, ah…ah!”
As soon as Ban Yiluo opened the shop in the morning, he sneezed twice for no reason.
He sniffed, "What happened?"
Quack…Quack…
Two crows landed at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion, pecking at half a steamed bun that someone had dropped at the entrance last night.
"Go, go, go." Ban Yilou immediately went out and chased away the two crows. "What happened today?"
Seeing the old man running out of the door with an unhappy look on his face, the team of servants from Yinlan Villa who had just patrolled over were all shocked.
They didn't see that Ban Yiluo was chasing away crows. When they heard him say "go go go", they quickly made a big detour and carefully avoided the entrance of Jubao Pavilion.
Ban Yiluo ignored them. After chasing away the crows, he returned to the store, sat down, and rubbed his twitching eyelids again.
“If my left eye twitches, it means good fortune; if my right eye twitches, it means bad luck. So what’s the big deal if both my eyes twitch together…” Ban Yilou sat behind the counter with a gloomy face and pushed away the account in front of him.
But after a while, his eyes stopped at the last page of the account...
On the last page of the account book, all of the hundreds of entries were Tang Zheng’s name.
With one sweep, he would clear an entire shelf, but Ban Yiluo had to remember every item on the shelf in detail.
"That damn thing..." Ban Yilou's nose itched and he cried out again, "Ahhh!"
His account book was swept to the corner of the counter.
There were two other books in the corner of the counter. The binding lines on the spines had turned a little yellow, and at the bottom of the blue cover, there was a small word "Lu" written on it.
"Brother." Ban Yilou looked at the word and smiled. "With your mediocre skills, you may not have anyone to take over."
After saying that, he sneezed several times in a row.
He remembered what Tang Zheng told him before he left, that business would be a little better in the next few days...
Could it be that, exactly today, another important customer is coming?
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The entire Tangjiabao was arranged like a spring outing, with some preparing cars, some booking accommodation, and some preparing snacks.
Several younger children who had never been to Wulong Town were more excited than during the Chinese New Year.
The lecture hall was in chaos.
Tang Zhengze temporarily became the commander-in-chief, distributing various materials while putting out fires everywhere...
"You can't use rice paper. It's all Sparta when it rains. Come over here and get silk paper!"
"Yan ink is too smudged, give it to Xuanxuan for painting, and Wen ink should be used for writing. Over there, bring some more cinnabar over, and make the title bigger so it's more eye-catching."
"Don't worry about Ah Zhi. If the drawing is ruined, just change it. There's plenty of silk paper. Speed is important..."
"We have already made twelve posters. Come on, when you make fifty we will go have lunch!"
"Zixie! Zixie! Just print this flyer. If you can't make the color one in time, print it in black and white first."
"Is two taels of purple gold enough... What? Twenty taels of liquid silver will be enough... I don't have any change here, so I'll give you one tael of purple gold first. Hurry up!"
Everyone was busy, but there were still a few troublemakers.
Xiao Lingling grabbed a handful of ink and smeared it all over Azhi's face. She and a few younger ones looked at Azhi and laughed.
Tang Zheng had already seen her when she grabbed the ink, but when he saw where she was going, he decisively turned his eyes away. He waited for ten seconds, until she had smeared Ah Zhi's face with black ink, and then he stopped them seriously and solemnly: "What are you doing? Can't you learn from Brother Ah Zhi? Hurry up and help hang the posters. Whoever makes trouble again will not be taken with you this afternoon!"
"Hee, hurry, hurry, hurry..." The little ones finally became quiet for a while.
However, this kind of obedience did not last long.
In less than a quarter of an hour they would be making noise again.
Posters were made and placed on the windowsill to dry, while flyers had been taken by Tang Zixie to be printed. After a busy morning, the young men of Tangjiabao, big and small, showed a sense of satisfaction on their faces when they looked at their results.
In the afternoon, a row of horse-drawn carriages were neatly parked in front of the gate of Tangjiabao.
Except for a few people in the clan who had important matters and could not leave Tangjiabao, all other students and martial arts instructors were packed into the car and driven to West Street in Wulong Town...
Tang Boyuan and his brothers stood at the door to see them off. For a moment they thought that Tang Zheng came with such a grand procession that he was going to take them to confront Yinlan Villa head-on.
"Now, there are only three shops on West Street that have been taken over by Tangjiabao, and none of them is an inn. So, Brother Zixie can only arrange for us to stay at Xinglai Inn on East Street." In the bumpy carriage, Tang Xiaotang held a piece of paper in her hand and introduced the situation of Tangjiabao in Wulong Town to Tang Zheng.
A car can only seat six people. In Tang Zheng's car, besides him and Xiaotang, there are sisters Meng Fenghua and Meng Fengling, as well as Azhi and Ghost Grandpa.
"West Street already belongs to Tangjiabao's three shops, all at the entrance of West Street. In the past, Yinlan Villa was rented to Mr. Cheng who runs a tea shop, Zhao Erniang who runs a silk shop, and Fatty Wang who runs a gambling house. They are still watching the strength of Tangjiabao, and we have not touched them for the time being."
"Hmm..." Tang Zheng listened to what Tang Xiaotang said. The so-called wait-and-see attitude probably means that if Tangjiabao is not strong enough, they will just occupy the store themselves, right?
In a place like Wulong Town, things like store deeds are just contracts if you are strong enough, but if you are not strong enough, they are just a piece of waste paper.
Tang Xiaotang continued to talk about some of the characteristics and customs of Wulong Town, and Azhi listened very carefully.
Before they knew it, the Tang Family Fort's convoy had driven into the streets of Wulong Town from the east gate. The afternoon sun shone through the small window of the carriage , bright and warm.
Azhi and Xiaolingling, one on the left and one on the right, each occupied a window, and seemed to find it particularly interesting to look outside from the carriage.
Of course, Tang Zheng is no longer old enough to understand this kind of fun.
He sat in the carriage and continued to listen to Xiaotang talking about the various clashes between Tangjiabao and Yinlan Villa over the past month targeting the shops on West Street.
"Hey, there is a group of servants watching us. Are they from Yinlan Villa?" Azhi suddenly turned around with interest.
Tang Xiaotang glanced outside and said, "Yeah, yes."
As the carriage entered West Street, it could not avoid attracting attention.
After all, West Street has always been the territory of Yinlan Villa, and today the convoy of Tangjiabao drove straight in, which is definitely a big event for Yinlan Villa !
The drivers at Tangjiabao all became nervous subconsciously.
"Master, where do we stop?" After entering West Street, one of the two coachmen in front lifted the curtain and asked Tang Zhengdao.
"Go forward, cross the second street, and you will find Jubao Pavilion!" Tang Zheng replied.
"..." The driver's eyes widened, "Jubao Pavilion? Are you sure it's Jubao Pavilion?"
"I'm sure, we can just stop in front of the entrance of Jubao Pavilion." Tang Zheng said with a smile.
Tang Xiaotang shut up immediately and looked at Tang Zheng with shock in her eyes.
Treasure Pavilion?
They parked their car in front of Jubao Pavilion? Who are they kidding?
Just like when they saw the craftsmen of Bailianfang on East Street, they would take a detour around them. Although Jubao Pavilion was not on the same level as Bailianfang, it was also an important industry in Zijin City. Why did they feel that they would die a miserable death if they openly parked illegally in front of the door?
Meng Fenghua, who had been resting with his eyes closed all the way, opened his eyes at this moment: "Jubao Pavilion... the entrance, that's not a good idea, right? Or you can stop across the street. So, what are you going to do in Jubao Pavilion?"
Tang Zheng shook his head: "Just park at the door. If you park opposite, it won't be a safe zone."
"What is a safe zone?" Tang Xiaotang was used to him coming up with a new word from time to time, so she asked casually.
"It's a place that bad guys don't dare to go to." Tang Zheng gestured with his hands and feet. "If a bad guy wants to kill someone in the safe zone, an NPC will kill him in seconds."
"Uh, then what is an NPC?" everyone except Grandpa Ghost asked in unison.
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After explaining what NPC is, their carriage had already arrived at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion.
The two or three teams of servants from the Yinlan Villa who were following far behind looked at the place where their carriage was parked in shock, almost popping their eyes out.
Treasure Pavilion!
Are the people from Tangjiabao coming here in horse-drawn carriages to seek death?
Even if the leader of the Zhaixing Sect came to Jubao Pavilion to buy things, he would not dare to park the carriage in front of the door!
"Xiaotang, make some arrangements. I just told you that the area within 300 steps of the entrance to Jubao Pavilion is a safe zone. Let them start posting posters and handing out flyers!" Tang Zheng turned around and gave Tang Xiaotang instructions. He then jumped off the carriage, strode into Jubao Pavilion, and shouted, "Old classmate!"
Ban Yiluo was behind the counter, checking the accounts, when he heard a commotion outside. Just as he was about to go out to see what was going on, he saw Tang Zheng coming in.
Ban Yilou glanced outside, then turned to Tang Zheng: "Why did you come so late? The casting book I dug out for you is about to be fed to the rats."
Tang Zheng smiled and said, "I need a few days to prepare, right?"
Ban Yilou immediately felt something was wrong: "What are you preparing for?"
There was a constant clanging sound outside. Ban Yiluo remembered that his Treasure Pavilion had never been so lively before!
Although Wulong Town is a mixed bag, there is really no one who dares to come to Jubao Pavilion to cause trouble.
Ban Yilou looked at Tang Zheng's smile, and decided not to ask him any more questions. He rushed out the door...
A flyer from Azhi was just stuffed into his hand.
Ban Yilou took it, glanced at the title, and almost memorized it in one breath!
The title of the flyer only has four words: Powerful Purchasing Agent!
