The door opened, and a young man was standing at the door, looking panicked.

"Brother, you are..." The other party's face was a little unfamiliar, and Cheng Hu didn't know him.

"My master is the shopkeeper Qian of Tianxianglou! Is Mr. Song at home?"

As he said that, he took out a letter from his arms, and the stamp on the fire paint was exactly Qian Dafu's stamp.

Cheng Hu suddenly showed vigilance and asked, "How did Manager Qian know that we are here?"

"After you all leave, Manager Qian sent a few younger people to follow...

Brother, don’t get me wrong. The shopkeeper’s meaning is to worry that you will encounter trouble in the county town. If something happens, he will also want to help!”

Cheng Hu smiled and clasped his fists without a smile, "Thank you for your kindness in the shopkeeper Qian."

Although Qian Dafu said he was kind, Cheng Hu felt uncomfortable when he was followed and monitored.

Especially now, the Qian family secretly attacked Song Tianming's plan, which also made Cheng Hu and the others feel completely unfavorable for the Qian family and even Tianxianglou.

Qian Dafu's actions are like a cat crying for a mouse and pretending to be compassionate.

Seeing that Cheng Hu had a bad expression, the man knew what he wanted:

"The shopkeeper has given the order, please be sure to hand this letter to Mr. Song in person!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Holding the letter, Cheng Hu went straight to the kitchen.

As soon as he approached the door, the rich aroma of wine soared into the sky and Cheng Hu almost fainted as he smelled it!

After calming down, he knocked on the door: "Sir, a letter has been sent from Tianxianglou."

Soon, the door was opened, and Song Tianming, who was covered in alcohol, came out of it with excitement on his face:

"I'm here just right, come and try the new wine I made."

When Cheng Hu heard this, he swallowed suddenly, resisted the desire to drink, and handed the letter to Song Tianming: "Sir, please take a look at this first."

"Is it very urgent?" Song Tianming pulled a piece of cloth and wiped his hands, and took the letter apart.

There is not much content in the letter, just a piece of paper.

But after reading it, Song Tianming's original excitement completely disappeared and became unstable.

Seeing his appearance, Cheng Hu realized that something was wrong: "Sir, what happened?"

"Young Master Qian's family is going to attack us."

"So fast?"

Song Tianming said before that the Qian family would not give up. Obstructing their business is just an appetizer, and the real big head is still behind!

But I didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Sir, what are they going to do?"

"The letter didn't write it, and Manager Qian just knew that the county magistrate went to Tianxianglou yesterday.

I guess I have to list some crimes for me and punish me."

"Sir, you are doing it well, why should they punish them?" Cheng Hu was furious when he heard this.

"If you want to add a crime, you will be in trouble.

Okay, it’s useless to be angry, let’s deal with it early.

Manager Qian had a good relationship with the county magistrate. Even if the county magistrate wanted to arrest me, he also needed to get the county magistrate's seal.

The county magistrate, Manager Qian has helped us with some help. It can delay a while. What we need to do now is to be prepared."

"This... OK." Cheng Hu just wanted to rush into Tianxiang Tower and give the eldest son of the Qian family who was provoking trouble to the big brother of the Qian family to be willing to do so.

Song Tianming pondered for a moment and stepped out of the door: "Come to study, I will tell you a few things. Today you will go back to the village..."

In the afternoon of the same day, Cheng Hu left the city and headed straight for Dongpan Township.

In the study room of Tianxianglou, Qian Bojun was chatting and laughing with Zhao Qun.

Zhao Qun drank the tea in the cup and said, "The county magistrate said that he would give a reply the day after tomorrow. When he got the seal, he would go straight to Song Tianming."

Qian Bojun didn't look happy, but asked, "Why should I delay it until the day after tomorrow?"

Zhao Qun put down the tea with some embarrassment: "Young Master doesn't know that this shopkeeper Qian has a good relationship with Song Tianming, and he has been friends with the county magistrate for many years.

If the young master wants to deal with Song Tianming, the rich shopkeeper has a relationship, so the county magistrate will naturally drag it down."

After hearing this, Qian Bojun shouted outside the house: "Come."

A man in blue pushed the door open and entered.

"Where are the rich people with great money?"

"Shopkeeper Qian is busy entertaining guests. Today, many shopkeepers from the shop wanted to come to see the young master. The shopkeeper also asked the young master to ask if he wanted to go down to meet him."

Qian Bojun sneered: "Let them all wait. I have no time to pay attention to them now. Let Qian Dafu come to see me now!"

Seeing that Qian Bo was not very satisfied, Zhao Qun hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't worry, since Song Tianming has bought a house, I don't think he will leave the county town for the time being."

"Run? I hope he will run as far as possible, so that he will be charged with appointing fear of crime and will save me some effort."

"Young Master is wise!"

Qian Bo has never liked to wait. Once he decided what he wanted to do, he must do it as soon as possible and will not delay for a moment.

Because he believes that long nights and dreams will change when it is too late.

But this time, he had to wait.

Dealing with Song Tianming is different from ordinary business dealings, and you can use mutual interests to play.

Song Tianming and a farmer broke the contacts in Tianxianglou, and he could not really be afraid.

There is no way to use the power of the government.

In fact, if this practice was passed on to the Yanjing family, it would cause huge controversy.

After all, collusion between officials and businessmen is a serious crime.

But Chamber doesn't care.

He just needs to achieve his goal by any means.

The result is good. Even if the matter is exposed, the Qian family will do their best to wipe his butt!

A cruel smile gradually rose on the corner of his mouth:

"Since that's the case, I'll wait for him for two days.

See you in the death row two days later.”

After Cheng Hu left, the winemaking matter did not stop and was still proceeding in an orderly manner.

Song Tianming hid in the kitchen and constantly improved the craftsmanship and utensils for purifying alcohol.

The aroma of wine in the yard is getting stronger and stronger.

However, at Song Tianming's request, no one could drink even a drop of wine, and no one dared to step closer to the kitchen.

Everyone's greed was hooked and their eyes turned red when they saw the wine jar.

Everyone is curious about how Song Tianming brewed such a fragrant wine?

On the third night, after a day of busy work, Song Tianming gathered everyone together.

He ordered everyone to hide all the materials and wine made in the cellar of the house.

When he bought this house, he was attracted by the fact that the cellar here was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, which was equivalent to a small underground parking lot in his previous life!

It's more than enough to be a wine warehouse.

After hiding all the wine, he asked everyone to completely seal the entrance of the cellar with stones!

"Sir, why is this? Do you want all these things?"

Looking at the blocked entrance, Erniu was extremely sad!

"This is our baby, so we have to keep it well.

Don’t worry, when the limelight comes, our village will have to rely on these treasures to make a fortune!"

Erniu didn't know if he understood it, so he nodded vigorously.

Then, he handed a letter and two jars of new wine to Erniu, asking him to take everyone back to the village early tomorrow morning to wait for news.

He stayed in the county town with another clever man.

The next day, just as the sky shone brightly, as soon as the city gate opened, Erniu and others headed straight to Dongpan Township.

Song Tianming, alone, came to the market, found a bun shop, and had breakfast leisurely.

This time I sat for half a morning.

Until the dense footsteps came from the end of the street, a large group of soldiers stopped in front of the bun shop.
To be continued...