Chapter 26: Something Fell from the Sky...

  "What Xiao Dong family? Which Xiao Dong family?" The people in the yard started arguing and chattering among themselves as soon as they heard it.

  "Don't be in a hurry, take a breath and rest for a while." Sun Er had run all the way here, and the dozen or so miles had left him panting heavily. Wang Kuang saw that he was still gasping for air and comforted him, saying "Hurry is of no use, first let's get to the bottom of things."

  Sun Laiquan's grandson was also a clever person, and he quickly went into the house to fetch a bowl of hot tea for Sun Er to drink. After drinking the water, Sun Er hurriedly continued to say: "The people who came we don't know, they clearly said they wanted to find Wang Dalang Xiaodongjia." He paused, then added: "The person who came shouldn't be from Jian'an, I recognize the clothes and attire of all the big households in Jian'an, he spoke with a strange accent, and when asked, he didn't say what his origin was, only that he wanted to find Xiaodongjia."

  Wang Kuang was taken aback, he had not left Jian'an since he came over, and his actions were always low-key. The people in the inn also did a good job of keeping secrets, even in Jian'an City, no one knew that Wang Kuang was the mastermind behind the prosperity of Fula Inn. Hearing Sun Er say that the person who came should be an outsider, apart from the Lin family, he didn't know any outsiders either?

  It was said that they were looking for Wang Kuang, and the people in the yard all let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't one of the Sun family members after all, so it was okay. Except for the first batch of people who planted sweet potatoes, everyone else had only seen Wang Kuang once before, and didn't have any close feelings towards him. They just listened to what he said because the master of the house told them to obey Wang Kuang, but they still felt a bit resentful in their hearts: Why should we listen to this outsider who hasn't even grown up yet? If it were the master's own son, that would be more acceptable. But since the four elderly men with high prestige in the village had all spoken out, no one dared to speak out against them. However, everyone was puzzled in their hearts: Why did the manager of the guest house call this young man "Young Master"?

  Then that reckless young fellow shouted: "How did Wang Dalang become the young master of the Dong family? What about the two young sons of the Dong family?"

  "Shut up!" Sun Laiquan was unhappy, and Wang Kuangke stood there. After Sun Ming told him what happened after Wang Kuang came to the Rich Guest House, he understood that the Sun family would prosper in the future and would have to rely on Wang Dalang's affairs more often, so they couldn't afford to offend him. "Wang Dalang is the most favored by Master Dong, and it's not wrong for everyone to call him Little Master Dong either. Besides, Master Dong hasn't said anything, what are you interrupting for?"

  Wang Kuang didn't mind what others said, whatever small or big Dongjia, it was just a title, only what he held in his own hands was real. He still didn't put these empty names in his eyes. Moreover, his contribution to the Rich Come Inn was indeed worthy of the title of Little Dongjia, and if it were up to him, he should have owned at least one-third of the shares of the Rich Come Inn by now. It's just that Sun Mingqian had always been very fond of him, and he also had feelings for this inn, and got along well with everyone, especially Sun Mingqian's two younger sons, who often joked with him when they saw others call him Little Dongjia: "Big brother, I think you should be the one to take care of this inn in the future, you're much better than us two brothers."

  Sun Ming had not paid attention to these things before. He was a steady person, and after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand at the crowd in the courtyard and said: "Nothing's wrong, everyone can go back to their own business." Then he bid farewell to the four old men and took Wang Kuang and Sun Er to hurry back.

  "Take a good look, what does the person look like? What are they wearing?" Having sat down on the ox cart, Sun Ming asked Sun Er again. Just now in front of everyone he didn't dare to ask carefully, if he really wanted to ask about the situation, it would only disturb the hearts of the villagers.

  "He looks very ordinary, about thirty years old, and judging from his clothes, he should be from a wealthy family. Ah, I remember now, he was dressed similarly to the Lin family who came a few days ago." Sun Er slapped his forehead, feeling a bit regretful, "Why didn't I think of this earlier?"

  "Lin's family?" Wang Kuang and Sun Ming looked at each other in confusion, both of them thinking of a possibility: Could it be that Lin's family had discovered something?

  The two men in the car were a bit restless and distracted, Sun Mingqian still had to pretend to be calm in front of Wang Kuang. He twirled his mustache and comforted Wang Kuang: "It shouldn't be anything serious, if it's as bad as imagined, they can just pressure Lin Zhongbo, no need to send someone alone."

  "The young nephew also thought so, and this time the visitor was likely to have another reason." As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them felt much more at ease in their minds. Whatever the situation was, they would naturally find out when they got back.

  Back at the inn, he saw the person who had come to look for Wang Kuang. It turned out that Wang Kuang knew him - it was the one who had accompanied Lin's young daughter to watch the snowman and had given Wang Kuang a suspicious glance when leaving.

  When he saw Wang Kuang return, the man stood up and slightly bowed his body, saying: "I've met Wang Dalang, may I borrow a step to speak?"

  "What can't be said here?" Wang Kuang asked in doubt.

  "That...," The man glanced at Sun Mingqian and the people around him: "To be honest with you, it's not convenient to talk here, please take a walk."

  "Hmm, Dalang, you take good care of the guests. I just remembered that I have something to discuss with Zhu Si's wife, you! You! And you, what are you all doing standing around? Why don't you go help out in the kitchen?" Sun Ming shouted at several of his men who were wiping down tables and greeting guests nearby.

  "What's wrong with the master? Don't you see we're busy right now?" Just as he was about to speak, Sun Ming glared at him and swallowed his words. Sun Er saw this and kicked Gao San's butt: "Go, go, go! What are you doing here?" Gao San wasn't afraid of Sun Er since they often played around together. He turned around and was about to kick back when he met Sun Ming's fierce glare. Startled, he quickly picked up a plate and ran towards the kitchen. From behind, someone shouted: "Hey, my braised pork ear! More than half the plate is gone, how could you take it away?"

  Wang saw that speaking in front of the hall was not suitable, so he led the man to a small alley between the food department and the guest department: "Speak, there should be no one listening here."

  "Someone with the surname Li, who serves as a steward in the Lin household. We've met before. Wang Dalang called me Li Old Seventh, that's right." The man finally spoke up.

  "It turned out to be Li Guanshi, I don't know what business you have with me?" Wang Kuang didn't dare call him Li Laoqi, everyone in the inn called him Xiao Dongjia, but compared to Lin's family manager, the difference in status was still there. It's just that Wang Kuang was scratching his head about Tang Shi's way of addressing people, always using their birth order, he didn't dare imagine, if a bunch of people came, all with the surname Li, and each one was seventh in their own clan, he would call out: "Li Qilang." Who would know who he was calling? He didn't know, often at this time, they would use their birthplace to address him, for example, Wang Kuang was from Jian'an, later when he gained some fame, if he met someone with the same surname and birth order, others could call him Wang Kuang as Wang Jian'an, just like in the Minbei dialect of later generations, people would say that someone with a bit of fame was "that Nanping old Wang", "that Jian'ou old Liu". Only now he had no fame at all, naturally, no one would use his birthplace to address him.

  Li Guanshi took out a small wooden box from his bosom and handed it to Wang Kuang, saying: "This was picked up by my young wife when she went out for a walk in the countryside a few days ago. She didn't recognize what it was, so I thought I'd ask if you, Mr. Wang, could identify it?"

  "How did your little wife find me? What makes her think I know anything?" Wang Kuang didn't open the wooden box. It's strange, we've only met twice, how did she end up finding me?

  "Just because you've never been to Chang'an, you can speak Mandarin, and I've also heard that Wang Dalang likes to listen to people talk about strange things from all over the world. So my little wife said that Wang Dalang might be able to recognize this thing. Originally, it was possible to go back to Chang'an to ask someone, but this is a gift given by my little wife to her father, and going back to Chang'an to ask would probably not make it in time, so I hurried back on horseback."

  Damn it! Wang Kuang was almost driven mad, making such a big fuss over something so trivial. If someone didn't understand, they would think I had something going on with the young lady. Didn't you see that Sun Ming looked at me with a hint of ambiguity in his eyes just now? He doesn't know that although women during the Tang Dynasty didn't have as many rules as later on, it was still not acceptable for them to casually give things to men. This time wasn't about giving something, but if someone who didn't understand saw Li Guan Shi giving Wang Kuang a box and no matter what he said, once it got out, it would spread like wildfire: "Did you hear? The young lady from the Lin family gave a token of love to Wang Da Lang!" or "Did you hear? The young lady from the Lin family sent a letter, asking Wang Da Lang to elope with her!" So it's no wonder Li Guan Shi was being cautious.

  Helpless, Wang Kuang opened the box and found a blue satin quilt inside. He lifted the cover and was delighted. Oh heaven, what have you brought me again! This is great, at least I'll have some entertainment from now on. He made up his mind to keep this thing.

  Sell a suspense, Wang Kuang saw what? Everyone guess. This chapter is shorter, next chapter longer to make up for it.

  Division

  Two days ago, the internet was boiling with a reporter saying that using turpentine to remove hair is a black-hearted workshop. According to this reporter, turpentine is an industrial product and toxic. Hmm, Grey Sparrow here seriously advises that reporter to be careful when taking medicine in the future, make sure to check if there's any turpentine component in it, if so, throw it away, it's an industrial product, toxic, can't be consumed.

  Also, take a look at the furniture at home, hmm, all wooden ones should be chopped and burned, wood, especially pine wood, will contain turpentine, and turpentine is a volatile substance. Being surrounded by turpentine gas for so long, what's the outcome? Suggest that reporter to replace all furniture with metal ones, can't use leather, it's treated with nitric acid, also toxic, can't use cotton either, dyes are toxic too.

  In short, that reporter should just walk around naked, don't eat, don't live, don't sleep. Health comes first!

  The above is Grey Sparrow's personal view and does not represent the views of the brick house. Everything should be based on official formal statements, Grey Sparrow is just a small citizen.

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