Everything is in trouble!

After Han Mo left Wushui Lake West Flower Hall, he used these four words to locate the current West Flower Hall, and he felt that only these four words were most suitable for the West Flower Hall.

Need people? Thirteen!

Although everyone is loyal to the Xihua Hall and has extraordinary means, the number is too small, and four out of the thirteen people are in charge, and there are only nine real tribes, not even two digits.

Want money? Now everyone in the West Flower Hall has to solve the problem of eating and sleeping on their own, and they have to take care of hundreds of orphans, which is even less money.

Power? Now all four major areas are in a static state. As one of the logistics department, the Silver and Money Department, the Equipment Department, the Training Department, and the Pharmacy Department, almost all have stopped working. Not to mention the other places, all power has been deprived of by the East Flower Hall.

Han Mo now deeply felt the court officials' gloating mentality. Such a government office without soldiers, power and no money, even if it was a glorious back then, so what if it was a great place. Now it is not a situation where everyone is reluctant to take a look.

However, what Han Mo saw and heard in the West Flower Hall today deeply felt the same joys and sorrows rooted in the West Flower Hall.

Although there were only a dozen people, they still insisted and faithfully followed the rules of the West Flower Hall.

This is at least a yamen worthy of respect.

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According to Han Mo's current financial resources, the expenses of the West Flower Hall can be easily taken out, but this West Flower Hall is a court yamen, and you are willing to pay the salary by yourself, but others are not willing to. If other families know about it, they will definitely apply for a book, and it will definitely affect other people in the Han family. Those people will definitely ask: "You Han family is a minister, but you have to pay the salary by the yamen. What do you mean?"

Therefore, to solve the problem of money in Xihua Hall, we must find a yamen to pay salaries. Of course, that is the matter under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Revenue.

Han Mo was a little confused. Why did Han Xuandao not pay the money from the West Flower Hall? After all, the money needed not much. Among the allocations of tens of thousands of taels of silver in Yan State, the West Flower Hall now only needs a few hundred taels of silver to be paid.

There are naturally some reasons in the middle. When Han Mo returned to the mansion, he naturally had to ask.

If other families were in charge of the Ministry of Revenue, Han Mo might have gone straight to ask for money, but now the Han family is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue, so they can never make things difficult for them.

Riding on a horse and not being escorted by the people from the West Flower Hall, Han Mo walked alone on the road.

When I entered Xishikou, I saw a group of people coming towards me. They were all very strong, holding various instruments in their hands, such as copper sticks and iron forks, either on their shoulders, or on their heads, with their hands on both sides, and they looked like a group of hooligans.

Han Mo rode on his horse and wanted to enter the street, but was blocked by these seven or eight hooligans at the intersection and blocked his way.

First, he held a copper stick in his hand, his eyes were small and his face was jokingly smiling. He pointed at Han Mo and said lazily: "Dismount the horse!"

Han Mo looked into his little eyes with a smile and asked, "Are you talking about me?"

"Who aren't you?" His little eyes glared at Han Mo: "Don't pretend to be confused, come down for me!" As he spoke, seven or eight hooligans were already surrounded, surrounding Han Mo.

Han Mo sighed.

This kind of formation seems familiar. I remember when I was a child, I was just like this, with a group of people, always stopping some unpleasant young men on the streets of Donghaicheng, and then beat them up on the spot?

But today's role seems to have changed a little. My role is played by Xiaoye, while my role is played by the young master who is disliked by others.

Han Mo liked to fight when he was a child, and he liked it for no reason. However, he was tired of playing this kind of game, so he did not want to take action without a certain value of interest.

But looking at the appearance of these people in front of you, they all seemed to be waiting for them to come and specially wanted to punish them.

Han Mo looked into his little eyes with a smile and asked, "Brother, have you offended you? I have never seen you, have you misunderstood?"

"No misunderstanding!" Xiaoying blinked and said, "I'm looking for you. The man doesn't like you, just want to hit you!"

Han Mo laughed silently, and the line was exactly the same as when he was a child.

Seeing that Han Mo had not had the intention to dismount, the hooligans seemed unhappy. A tall man stretched out his hand and cursed, "Grandma, get off me!" and wanted to drag Han Mo off the horse.

But before he touched Han Mo's clothes, his eyes suddenly lit up, because several silver notes suddenly appeared in Han Mo's hand, which were clearly visible.

Han Mo kept a humble smile, waved the silver notes in his hand, and laughed: "Brothers, this is a little bit of a word. Everyone will take it for tea. I am just a new arrival and I still need you to take care of you. Don't make things difficult for me."

The silver notes in Han Mo's hand were no less than three or four hundred taels of silver.

The hooligans looked at each other, their eyes showing greed, and some people's throats were up and down, and they seemed very excited. After all, although these hooligans showed off their power in the West City, they only got some small money. In their eyes, these hundreds of taels of silver were a big deal.

All the hooligans turned their eyes to their little eyes.

His little eyes stared at the silver notes in Han Mo's hand, and there was a light flashing in his eyes, but he saw someone beside him saying a few words to his ear. His face immediately showed a look of panic, his eyes couldn't help but look east, and then he showed a fierce look on his face, gritting his teeth and saying, "Brothers, drag this dog and mom down and beat him tightly!"

When Han Mo looked east with his little eyes, he also looked along his gaze and saw a teahouse in the east with a ceiling. Under the shed, several people were looking here.

The little eyes fell behind, and the gangsters held the equipment in their hands tightly, and Han Mo's expression also became cold.

"Big mother raised it!"

This harsh and vulgar language fell into Han Mo's ears, which was equivalent to stirring Han Mo's anger.

Han Mo was able to tolerate others' disrespect for him, but he would never allow anyone to blaspheme his relatives, so his fists slowly clenched. Although fighting with these people would damage his value, when a person's anger was provoked, nothing could stop his anger from bursting out.

These hooligans obviously haven't realized that they are going to be in trouble.

Before Han Mo moved, he heard a cold but tender voice softly saying: "Please give way!"

The gangsters were all shocked. At this time, who else dared to come forward to get involved?

Following the sound, I saw a woman wearing a hat and red makeup walking from behind. She was slim and her slim waist twisted gently while walking.

The gauze on the hat covered her face, but could not hide her graceful figure.

The gangsters were stunned, staring at the girl's straight legs, straight chests, and slender waists. Someone had already started drooling. The girl slowly walked past them under the greedy eyes of the group of people. At this time, Han Mo suddenly urged the horse, and the horse neighed, and rushed straight towards the teahouse to the east like lightning.

Several people in the teahouse were looking at this side. They suddenly saw Han Mo rushing towards him on a horse. They were all stunned, standing in the local area in a daze.

Seeing that the horse was about to hit, someone finally shouted, "Protect the young master!" Fei shouted, "Don't come over, stop the horse!"

How could Han Mo hear his scolding? The horse raised the whip in his hand and whipped it straight towards the man. With a "pop", it was thrusting on the man's face. The man screamed in shock. The horse had raised its hooves and stepped on him. He exclaimed, turned over and fell to the ground, rolled over, looking extremely embarrassed.

There were not many people in the teahouse. When Han Mo came over, the other people had already retreated one after another, all of whom were pale in their faces.

Han Mo smiled coldly, looked at the people, and said lightly: "Mr. Xiao, Mr. He, what a coincidence, are you drinking tea here too?"

There were two people in the middle, Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi, and Han Mo had seen them in Jinqianfang.

The gangster blocked his way, and Han Mo was not willing to give up on his money. Han Mo knew at that time that someone must be instructing him behind his back. With a look, his little eyes inadvertently betrayed the two children of aristocratic families who were hiding in the teahouse to watch the show.

Han Mo was in the money shop that day, and just looked at He Junyi coldly, which aroused He Junyi's dissatisfaction. He picked up the thing and smashed it at Han Mo, but it was blocked by Han Bin at that time.

Unexpectedly, these two guys were so revenge. They didn't know what they were doing that day, but today they were asking for trouble for themselves.

Han Mo naturally didn't know that these two guys were just doing nothing on weekdays. That day, they had a little dispute with the Han brothers, but they failed to take advantage of it and lost face. Then they secretly inquired about Han Mo's identity. They thought they were an ordinary servant of the Han family and easily sent someone to kill him. Who knew that this investigation found out that Han Mo's true identity was found.

Since they are direct children of the Han family, the two of them dare not easily send people to kill Han Mo. After all, they cannot think of any clever tricks with their minds. If they really take action to kill Han Mo, with the Han family's ability, it will be very difficult to find the murderer behind the scenes. If the Han family joins forces with other families to deal with the Xiao family, it will definitely not be a good thing for the Xiao family.

After the Han family's power rose sharply after the Battle of Bozhou County, the Xiao family and the Su family were trying their best to win over it. Xiao Mingtang also understood some of the trends, so he naturally did not dare to take action, but he had to let out that tone.

Although the two were playboys, they knew the harshness of the dispute between aristocratic families and did not dare to incite the family's open flames by themselves. So they inquired about Han Mo's whereabouts and secretly ordered the gangsters from Xishikou to teach Han Mo a lesson, as long as they were not beaten to death.

The gangsters at Xishikou knew that these two masters were jackals in Yanjing, so they dared not offend them, so they agreed repeatedly.

Early this morning, when Han Mo went to the West Flower Hall, Xiao Mingtang sent someone to stare at it. When Han Mo left the West Flower Hall, someone had already reported the information. Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi and a few people hid in the teahouse to watch the show.

Who knew that he didn't see this good show, but Han Mo frightened himself.

Since Han Mo discovered it, there was no need to hide. Xiao Mingtang threw the tea cup in his hand to the ground, sucked it, and pointed at Han Mo and said, "So you are really Han Mo. You are pretending to be a ghost in the Jinqianfang. Do you think you can deceive us? Let me be honest, we can also check it clearly in Yanjing City. You, the director of the West Flower Hall, are you very familiar with it. Do officials with sesame and mung beans, also want to show off their might in front of us?"

He Junyi took a step forward slightly, made a humble attitude, bent down, and said, "I have met the Director of the Xihua Hall!" His voice was full of irony, and as soon as the words fell, everyone burst into laughter.

Han Mo sighed, held the whip, pointed at He Junyi, and said with pity: "What a pity, you are all poisoned and are almost dying, and you are still unaware of it. I can only express deep sympathy to you!"

Everyone was stunned and stopped laughing unconsciously. Xiao Mingtang and He Junyi looked at each other, pointed at Han Mo and sneered: "Poisoned? You kid are dreaming. Our health is very good. How could we get poisoned? Do you want to scare me?"

Han Mo said calmly: "Why do I scare you? Every minute of time passes, you are close to death... Yes, your health is very good? Didn't one of you find yourself poisoned? It's such a tragedy!"

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