If there is anyone who lives the best life in the Song Dynasty, it must be the landlord.

The Song Dynasty did not restrict land annexation, and all kinds of taxes were heavy. Today you are a small landlord, and tomorrow you may go bankrupt and become a tenant.

But big landlords are different.

Any big landlord has almost any strength to support behind it.

Wu Zhao is a big landlord, his life is pretty good and he is very stable.

He sat in a ring chair, with a young maid next to him sporting a fan. The breeze blew, and the cool autumn outside was enjoying it without having to go out.

"They haven't come yet?"

He had just had breakfast and had eaten a little too much. After moving his chest and abdomen, the food surged into his mouth. He chewed it for a while, and then asked the butler outside the door.

The housekeeper looked outside and frowned: "Mr. Lang, will he be taken away?"

Wu Zhao nodded, and just as the butler secretly praised his husband as calm as a mountain, he suddenly jumped up.

"Go and have a look!"

Wu Zhao rushed to the door, and the maid was so scared that she exclaimed.

This exclamation was graceful and charming.

If Wu Zhao had teased him in the past, he turned around suddenly, his eyes as fierce as a wolf.

"Shut up, or you'll kill you!"

The maid covered her mouth and was frightened to death.

Wu Zhao stood by the door, holding the door frame with his right hand, and huddled his left hand against his side, trembling slightly.

The housekeeper had been out for a while, and Wu Zhao shouted: "Yang Yong!"

The autumn wind blows through the courtyard, and the leaves rustle...

Wu Zhao looked up at the branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and felt that the poetic and picturesque scenes in the past were so terrifying.

The branches and leaves seemed to be waving the arms of demons and monsters, and the rustling sounds seemed to be grim smiles...

Wu Zhao suddenly listened, his body miraculously stopped trembling, and then slowly turned around.

The maid stood beside her, holding her hands behind her back, and when she saw him turn around, she squeezed out a flattering smile.

But the smile immediately frozen on his face, and the maid looked behind him in horror.

Wu Zhao heard the subtle voice behind him, and he swore that this was the sound of footsteps.

His whole body was stiff and his cheeks were trembling.

No one would be so slight...

"Yang Yong..."

He summoned the butler with the last glimmer of hope.

"Wu Zhao?"

A voice came from behind, and then the footsteps became heavier.

Wu Zhao stared at the maid, and he slowly turned around...

Just as he turned around halfway, he rushed towards the maid.

The maid was already shocked and pulled behind him.

He hoped that the maid could block the pursuers for a moment, so he burst out with potential and ran towards the back.

Shen An did not pursue him, so Huang Chun went to get a chair to sit down for him, and then asked someone to lift Yang Yong over.

Yang Yong's face was a little purple, and he asked calmly: "Dare you ask who the noble person is? This is Wujiazhuang. Today, the noble person will step on Wujiazhuang, and tomorrow's court... I am afraid there will be no impeachment."

Shen An sat down with a big golden sword and asked back, "Did you send those two last night?"

The two of them had already come in and were led to kneel beside them, with their noses and faces swollen and miserable.

Yang Yong said in surprise: "The villain did not instruct anything...they...they were driven out of Wujiazhuang by the villain because of stealing..."

This is a quick and good excuse.

"Yeah?"

Shen An raised his head slightly, suddenly kicked Yang Yong over and cursed: "You don't cry when you don't see the coffin! That's good, Brother Chun."

Huang Chun was happy in his heart, "Mr.

Chen An said, "It's here to be punished."

Yang Yong said in surprise: "This is a private court!"

Huang Chun grabbed his back collar and said grimly, "My husband is the court."

After a whip, Huang Chun took out a small brush and asked someone to take off Yang Yong's shoes and socks.

Yang Yong didn't know what he wanted to do, so he just gasped.

What does it feel like to gently brush the soles of your feet with a quilt brush?

"Oh...ah...hahahaha..."

Yang Yong twisted his body hard, laughing and crying.

"Langjun, Wu Zhao is here."

There was a whip mark on Wu Zhao's face, and Yan Baoyu dragged it over with one hand.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yang Yong laughed in tears, Wu Zhao glanced at him, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Kneel down!"

Yan Baoyu kicked him and knelt in front of Shen An and said, "Langjun, this man is cunning. He actually hid in the thatched cottage first. After our people rushed over, he would quietly escape from the side. If it weren't for our people on the wall, he would have escaped by him today."

"cunning?"

Chen An leaned forward and stared at Wu Zhao and asked, "The recipe of Xianglu is obtained from Chen's years of experiments, which consumed countless money and food. There were more people who wanted to seize the recipe. Those top powerful people were drooling in their dreams, but they did not dare to act rashly... Do you know why?"

Wu Zhao's eyes became more cunning and said, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

Chen An smiled, "Because the Mangshan Army is on the village, they have suffered losses... So it surprises Chen a little if you dare to take action. Chen originally thought that there would be a top-level powerful person behind him who was making suggestions, but after seeing you, Chen knew that at most a small powerful person or an official behind him..."

Wu Zhao shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

This is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Chen An smiled: "Are you confident? Interesting."

"The villain has been called...the villain has been called..."

At this time, Yang Yong could no longer stand the torture of brushing his feet and collapsed directly.

"Who is it?"

Huang Chun held the brush and continued to tickle him.

"It's a businessman..."

"Ordinary businessmen dare not, who will that businessman deal with?"

"And with...and several clans..."

"Which one? Is there a county prince's mansion?"

"The Prince's Mansion? No..."

"That's how it works!"

Chen An remembered the recent undercurrents and asked, "Is there a lie?"

Yang Yong never knew that it was so painful to scratch. He glanced at the brush in Huang Chun's hand in fear and said, "The villain dares not."

Chen An looked at Wu Zhao...

"Ask him..."

Then there were screams in the yard.

"Langjun, it's the businessman who is in the middle."

Huang Chun's eyes were filled with excitement and said, "Hang them directly outside the workshop and brush some honey on them. Those bugs like the most..."

"Send your life to the emperor..."

Wu Zhao and Yang Yong were directly scared and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Chen An kicked Wu Zhao away who wanted to hug his thigh, with some unknown color in his eyes flashing.

"Do you... want to die or live?"

"I want to live, but villains want to live."

"Then be obedient, remember, being more well-behaved will be good for you."
To be continued...