What a joke, should I go back to the existing track? As a time traveler, Chen Zhao maintained the original track and waited for Xiaobai to come to the door. Such a passive move is completely a humiliation of the time traveler!

Besides, he has been a man of several emperors, so why did he go to Qingyutang to sit there to treat people? How can he be patient?

Li Gongfu frowned and said, "Since you are unwilling to practice medicine, the accountant at the shopkeeper of Hongji Building is getting older and his energy is getting worse. Why don't I go and talk about it, you can become an apprentice!"

Chen Zhao laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, you don't have to worry about me. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to do a good job."

He stood up and thought, and smiled, "The weather is good today, it's quite sunny, I'll go out for a walk."

He didn't care about Li Gongfu and Xu Jiaorong's shouts and quickly walked out of the house.

Although my sister and brother-in-law are a little noisy, they are for his own good, and he appreciates it.

However, his martial arts are all about the world, so he should have thought of getting in touch with gods, Buddhas and demons as soon as possible and learning more magical powers of flying and hiding the earth. How could he be willing to waste it between the accounts of a mere store!

Qiantang County is a county town in Hangzhou Prefecture. With the help of hundreds of years of development, it has become very prosperous. The famous poet Liu Yong once praised Hangzhou's wealth and prosperity: "The southeast is beautiful, the three Wushu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times, with smoke and willows painting bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and 100,000 families. Clouds and trees surround the embankment and sand, raging waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is full of pearls, the houses are full of silk, and the competition is luxurious."

Walking on the street, I feel that the market is really prosperous. There are many shops on both sides, people coming in and out, shouting and bargaining are constantly coming to my ears, and nail art shops are so prosperous.

Qiantang County is affiliated with Hangzhou. The city culture is quite rich and colorful. Along the way, there are also various acrobatics and magic on the streets, as well as big rocks on the chest or swords and guns playing with flowers. There are even more "high-end" competitive entertainment projects such as sumo wrestling in special venues.

The streets are neat and crowded.

After experiencing many worlds, Chen Zhao rarely experiences this mortal life. At this time, he squinted his eyes and enjoyed this rich atmosphere of the city. He felt that life was nothing to live like this.

After turning two streets, I was suddenly blocked by someone and watched the fun. This is a tradition that has been passed down since ancient times, and it is naturally no exception at this time.

The inside and outside were blocked. Chen Zhao originally planned to go around and continue shopping, but immediately heard someone shouting loudly inside:

"Why are you hiding escaped slaves? Who can believe it when you talk nonsense like this?!"

"The second manager, the second manager, the little lard was so funny that he took the money and ran to Wanjia Store in a daze. The little money was bought and opened the store with the owner of Wanjia Store..."

Chen Zhao frowned and asked a passerby politely: "My brother, what happened inside? It's so lively!"

Xu Xian, possessed by Chen Zhao, looked like a white-faced scholar. He was weak and delicate, and dressed cleanly. The person asked did not dare to neglect him, and said in a low voice as if he was mysterious:

"This young man has invited me. You don't know that the four shopkeepers in this store are fugitive slaves from the owner of the Sihai Trading Company in Hangzhou. They were recognized on the street and were asked to come over. Tsk tsk, I said, why is the business of this store so prosperous? It turned out that they had a private share of the money they had taken with the fugitive slave, so they had a large sum of capital. Today's retribution is coming!"

Chen Zhao thanked him, thought about it again, and then squeezed in.

Although according to Song Dynasty, servants and maids are not the property of the master's family, they are workers who receive salaries.

But there are exceptions in everything. Some families are suffering from disasters and are willing to sell themselves to their masters, and they become slaves. If the slave escapes and is caught, the government will not even sentence them heavily after the master is beaten to death, and they are often left alone. According to the Song Dynasty, those who hide fugitives are considered as stealing cattle and horses, which adds three points to the crime.

Law is a tool for the class to rule, so naturally how it is beneficial to the ruling class.

Hearing the meaning of this sentence, the escaped slave even brought money out, hiding the escaped slave and even sharing the spoils in private, and this crime has to be added a little more.

At the entrance of the shop, a young man knelt on the ground and cried and begged, and a middle-aged man in a long silk gown and four big men stood opposite him.

Next to the young man was a fat man with an anxious face, dressed as a shopkeeper. A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old behind him looked pretty good and similar to the shopkeeper. At first glance, he was a father and son. At this time, the father and the father were really at a loss.

The shopkeeper just shouted in panic: "How could it be a fugitive slave? How could it be a fugitive slave? This Wang Ping has a document issued by the village and his relatives in Qiantang, why... "

The middle-aged man sneered, "I have the documents of the Huzhou prefect here. The evidence is conclusive. If you say you are not a fugitive slave, then he is not a fugitive slave?"

At this time, Chen Zhao had already squeezed into the inner circle, holding his hands in his chest, and looking at the scene in front of him meaningfully.

Listening to the surroundings' rhetoric, Chen Zhao roughly understood the causes and consequences.

Simply put, this shop is called Chenjia Inn. It was not long since its establishment, but its business was very prosperous. It can be said that it is a daily profit of gold. Two months ago, I found a young man from Huzhou named Wang Ping.

This person said he was from Huzhou. His family was hit by a disaster and could not survive. He had no choice but to come to Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture to join his relatives. The relative met the shopkeeper of the Chen family, so he introduced him here to be a clerk.

Wang Ping is hardworking and capable, and has a straightforward verbal verbal. His relatives are old friends. He also issued a guarantee document. In addition, there was a shortage of people in the store, so he recruited him in.

After Wang Ping entered the store, he got started very quickly and was very kind to others. He liked him very much.

Seeing that this was a talent, the shopkeeper planned to keep him, and gave him the title of three shopkeepers, and gave him half a share of the staff, asking him to work in the store.

You should know that this store is doing a great job, with more than 100 taels of silver being invested a day. Wang Ping is extremely grateful to the shopkeeper and is more attentive to do things.

As a result, the second manager of Yongsheng Warehouse came to the door today and said that Tang Ping was a fugitive slave who escaped from the Sihai Trading Company's home, and when he escaped, he brought 100 taels of gold and a few jade pieces.

Wang Ping said that he was from Huzhou, the owner of Sihai Trading Company in Hangzhou Prefecture, and the shopkeeper was also from Huzhou. The two managers were also from Hangzhou Prefecture, who had just arrived recently. They took their servants to the counties below to inspect business, and they just ran into it!

I heard that the two managers and Wang Ping, who kept kowtowing, both had similar dialects, and it seemed that way.

"Wang Ping, I'm treating you very well... Don't you swear by others. What kind of money? When you came, how could you still have money?

The shopkeeper Chen had anger on his face and his speech was a little stuttering.

When Wang Ping heard this, he took a few steps and hugged the shopkeeper Chen's thigh, and cried at the top of his throat: "Dong Chen, you can't say that. I took twenty taels of gold, added one hundred stagnant of copper coins, and broke half of the ingredients. Didn't he still write it down in person on the account?"

"Wu...nonsense, half-components cost more than one thousand taels. This shop is only six thousand taels now. How could it be if you really want to invest money? Chen Hai, Chen Hai, take our general account."

He turned around and said to Wang Ping: "Since you said you have entered the account, let's take a good look at whether there is any!"

After hearing this, the young man of seventeen or eighteen hurriedly returned to the store and took out an account book later.

But his face turned pale. Manager Chen took the account book and flipped through a few pages. His face changed drastically, his lips trembled, and he stood there, and the account book in his hand also slid to the ground.
Chapter completed!