Chapter 82 Teenager

Mo Li was a scholar after all, and he explained his purpose in just a few words.

He was wearing new clothes, spoke politely, and had the aura of a playboy. The rude mother-in-law was afraid of delaying the official business, so she invited the person in charge.

After the steward came out, it was Yang Pei's turn.

He had previously discussed the braised meat business with the two shopkeepers of Jixiang Restaurant in Zuixianlou. They were very experienced. In less than a cup of tea, he convinced the manager of Yihonglou. The main reason was that the goods were good and they were completely different from the braised food of other restaurants.

It was different, so the business was easy to negotiate. In the end, the price was 75 cents per catty, and the supply would be 60 catties per day from now on.

Today's goods totaled eighty-five kilograms. After the delivery, Zhao Ergou had more than sixty taels of silver in his hands, which was a bit heavy.

He was satisfied and ready to leave.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the lobby.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden stairs sounded, and a group of people ran downstairs.

The one at the front was a boy in his teens. The boy stared in the direction of the door and rushed forward desperately.

"Stop him! Don't let him get away!"

The steward who was talking to Yang Pei rushed over and grabbed the young man's hair.

The boy was dragged to the ground, rolled over, and rolled in front of Yang Pei. He looked up at Yang Pei, with tears in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

"Catch him, lock him up, and train him well. If you dare to run away again, your legs will be broken." The steward coldly ordered his subordinates, and then looked at Yang Pei and Mo Li, "I'll let you two watch the joke. Let's go this way."

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Generally, people who come to sell goods are looked down upon by the managers, but in a place like Yihong Building, he comes into contact with the richest people in Dahe Town every day. He can see people quite accurately, and he can feel it.

, the identity of this young man named Mo should be unusual, so his words were filled with compliments.

Mo Li frowned. He heard his master talk about the bad things in Yihong Tower at home, but he didn't expect to be hit by him.

He has no control over such nonsense.

He pulled Yang Pei and prepared to leave.

But he saw Yang Pei bend down, pick up the boy who fell to the ground, and then protect him behind him.

Mo Li lowered his voice: "Brother Yang, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. It seems that he was sold by his own family. The deed of sale is in the hands of Yihonglou, so you can't control it."

As soon as he said this, an old madam from upstairs chased him downstairs and shouted: "This little bitch just refuses to have his fingerprints pressed. The deed of betrayal has not been written yet. Hold him down quickly. If he resists, he will be beaten. Just don't slap him in the face."

Already."

"If he was sold to a place like this by his family, shouldn't the deed of sale have been written long ago?" Yang Pei said in a low voice, "This person should have been kidnapped."

Mo Li also realized the seriousness of the matter.

Brothel establishments were legal in this dynasty, but the men in the brothels either sold themselves voluntarily or were forced to sell themselves. People from brothels kidnapped young men from good families. This was forcing girls into prostitution, which was illegal.

He took a look at the young man's clothes. They were not made of coarse cloth, but looked like silk. This man must have a good family background, and there was no way his family would sell their son to a brothel.

Mo Li shouted: "Brother Yang, take him first and I'll stop him!"

"Let me see if any of you dare to leave!" the steward said angrily, "If you dare to interfere with my Yihong Building's affairs, you are really tired of life. Come here, hold these two people down, beat them and throw them into the street!"

Seven or eight young boys came in at the door, all of them strong.

In a place like a brothel, people make trouble every day, so there is a group of thugs in the building. In addition to suppressing the troublemakers, they are also responsible for guarding the door and preventing the brothels from escaping.

These young men have already developed their skills.

Mo Li cursed secretly: "Brother Yang, I have been really hurt by you."

Yang Pei glanced at the young man hiding behind him and said tentatively: "How about we run away first and then bring the government people over?"

"Don't you have any backbone that a man should have?" Mo Li scolded, "I've saved everyone, so I'll save others to the end. Forget it, I'm the only one who can stand up. Why are we a family?

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If he ran away now, by the time the officials came to investigate the case, the young man would have been sent somewhere else to avoid the limelight.

Mo Li sneered, stepped on the chair, and said carelessly: "I won't leave today. I'll see if any of you dare to touch me!"

When he said this, the boys didn't dare to get close.

The manager narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a scholar." Mo Li grinned, "My mother was born a farmer..."

The man in charge was relieved. There was really nothing to be afraid of as a farmer. He made a siege gesture.

"My mother knows how to farm, but she is also good at reading. She became a child student at the age of thirteen, a scholar at the age of sixteen, and then became a Jinshi along the way, and finally became the county magistrate of Youshui Town."

Mo Li said with a smile, "If I lose a hair in Yihong Tower, you will never be able to open Yihong Tower again."

The steward was shocked.

Students often come to Yihong Building to drink and talk. He vaguely heard someone talk about the deeds of the Youshui County Magistrate next door, which basically matched what the young man said. However, the Youshui County Magistrate only had one daughter, and the manager was a little unsure for a while.

"You must have heard at Yihonglou that my mother has been favored by the prefect recently, and your deputy magistrate of Dahe County has to be shorter than my mother." Mo Li stood up slowly, "Come on, do it.

, give me a try and let’s see what the consequences are.”

Yihonglou is a place of three religions and nine streams, where everyone comes and goes, and the information is very well-informed. He naturally knows what happened to Magistrate Shen.

These days, offending the rich can be resolved, but offending an official is like killing your future.

The person in charge had given up and waved his hand.

The boy at the door made way, Yang Pei protected the young man and walked out, while Mo Li walked out in a swagger.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said with a smile: "Actually, what I just said is all false. I am not the son of a county magistrate. Magistrate Shen only has one daughter. Hahaha, you have been deceived!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Yang Pei's hand and ran forward as hard as he could.

Yang Pei didn't expect this guy to suddenly say these words. He held Mo Li with one hand and the boy with the other. The three of them ran wildly on the street for an unknown amount of time. They got into a small alley and finally got away.

He killed the pursuers behind him.

Yang Pei gasped for air: "If you hadn't said the last sentence, we wouldn't have been chased for so long."

"If I don't say anything, the person in charge will definitely investigate. When they find out that we are pretending to be officials, we might be arrested and imprisoned!" Mo Li paused and looked at the young man next to him, "Hey, where is your home?

Well, we good people will do our best to send you back."

The thirteen-year-old boy was pale, panting, gasping for air, and unable to speak a word.

Mo Li and Yang Pei stood by and waited for him to rest before talking, but after waiting and waiting, the young man did not utter a single word.

Yang Pei asked patiently: "If you don't remember where your home is, we can take you to the county government office, and the government will send someone to take you back."

The young man still didn't speak, his head lowered and his hands holding his sleeves.

"He can't be mute, right?" Mo Li had a headache, "Send him to the government."

Yang Pei nodded, thinking that this boy's family members were probably going crazy.

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