Chapter 156 Murder and Heart-Breaking

The morning sun shines on the earth, and a fresh smell flows into the courtyard from the mountains and forests.

Cook Ding stood in front of the sheepfold, looking at the dozen fat sheep in the pen, and was thinking about which one would be his food today.

Finally, Cook Ding looked at the fattest sheep.

It was decided that it was it.

With a bang, Cook Ding took the sheep out of the sheepfold, hit it with a stick, picked it up and left.

Most of the people in this courtyard are from Zhaojiacun. Only the kitchen belongs to the cook, and the more than 20 cooks are all disciples of the Mohist family.

They are usually responsible for preparing meals, but they are also Zhao Shuang's point of contact with the outside world.

The cook Ding was carrying the sheep. When he passed the granary, the Mohist disciples in the kitchen were carrying grain and preparing to cook. When they saw the cook Ding, they signaled to each other.

In the stables, more than fifty war horses were munching fodder. When the cook Ding passed by the house, he saw Bai Lu scolding several soldiers, blaming them for accidentally injuring their horses while patrolling.

War horses are very valuable, and they are expensive to raise. The rations are mixed with beans to obtain high-quality feed. If one is injured, it does take some time to take care of it.

This woman is too fierce.

Looking at Bai Lu, who had trained several tall and strong men to look like grandsons, Cook Ding was startled, and his pace quickened a bit, not wanting to stay long.

The entire courtyard is very large, with high walls and solid walls. There is also a hollow wooden low wall on the outer layer. It is like a small city, with turrets on all four corners and a tower standing in front of the door.

When the cook Ding was walking from the granary to the kitchen, he saw the soldiers who were on duty at the corner tower preparing to return to the longhouse. When they saw the cook Ding, he shouted.

"What are you eating today?"

"I rushed early in the morning and bought a hundred fresh fish from the fishing village at the foot of the mountain. I have fish soup to drink today!"

Cook Ding was very familiar with these soldiers, but the other party did not know his identity, nor did they know the identity of their Lord Hanyang.

More than twenty soldiers walked down from the turret one after another, stretched themselves, and planned to go back to the house to sleep.

The turret is an independent military facility, three feet high and divided into several floors. There is a resting place inside for the soldiers to take turns to rest. There is a gap in the middle layer, which can be connected to the outer wooden wall for crossbowmen to move and patrol.

The courtyard has a clear interior and exterior, and the longhouses where soldiers live are built along the courtyard wall. Cook Ding passed through the front yard, and in front of the tower at the main entrance, a carriage passed by the soldier and was slowly driving in. It passed in front of Cook Ding and drove into the middle courtyard.

Ordinary people's carriages can only park outside the building gate, but this carriage drove straight in, which shows that the status is extraordinary.

Cook Ding shrugged his shoulders and followed the tracks of the carriage into the central courtyard. When he reached the kitchen in the corner, he shouted and started preparing meals with a group of Mohist disciples.

In front of the veranda, a row of waiting lanterns is hung.

The gurgling green water in the courtyard was originally a mass of stagnant water. After repairs, it received water from the mountain and became living water.

After some rest, the courtyard in the mountains changed its appearance. It was originally a mess of trees, flowers and plants, but became full of life.

After noon, the chef entered the main house where Zhao Shuang lived, carrying a large plate.

In addition to Zhao Shuang, there was also his guest in the room, the person in the carriage just now.

Since Zhao Shuang came here, many people have come to visit. These people have complex identities, including nobles and officials from the Qin Kingdom and even the Six Kingdoms, knights from all over the world who want to become Zhao Shuang's disciples, and even some bachelors who come here because of their fame.

But this one is indeed a bit special.

"Sir, the pan-fried lamb chops, roasted lamb legs and this bowl of mutton soup are very nourishing."

Zhao Shuang nodded and said.

"Thanks a lot!"

The cook Ding chuckled and retreated.

"My lord, if you enjoy your meal, that will be fine."

Chang Pingjun cut a small piece of mutton with a knife, brought it to his mouth, took a bite, and nodded.

"It's really good! This cook's skills are truly outstanding."

Lord Changping was not stingy with compliments. He tasted it briefly, picked up the silk cloth on the table, wiped his hands, raised his head, and asked.

"What is the relationship between the leader of the Mo family, the Jade-faced Feilong, and you?"

Chang Pingjun's question came out of the blue, but it made Zhao Shuang smile.

"Why do Lord Changping ask this question?"

Changping Jun noticed Zhao Shuang's words and his expression at this moment.

"The daily expenses and repair costs of your house alone cannot be supported by the income from your territory."

Although both people in this house are feudal lords, their incomes are completely different. Lord Changping's territory is in the prosperous Guanzhong, the hinterland of Qin State, with dense population and fertile land. Even though from the map, Lord Changping's territory is smaller than Zhao Shuang, his income is dozens of times that of Zhao Shuang.

"There are two horse farms in Shangjun, a dozen shops in Xianyang City, two large caravans at the trading station, and workshops in various places in Guanzhong. When you attacked the lord, Mr. Zhao only gave you a Zhaojia Village. Where do you get the money to buy these properties? There is no airtight wall in the world. Since I can detect it, so can Lu Buwei."

When Chang Pingjun told all this, he seemed to see through Zhao Shuang.

"And Lu Buwei, sooner or later, like me, will be able to find out the connection between the Mo family and you."

Zhao Shuang smiled and didn't care at all.

"The state of Qin has laws. Doesn't it mean that the king can't interact with people from hundreds of families?"

Changping Jun looked at Zhao Shuang with an aggressive look.

"You should know, what does this mean?"

"Is it the same as the relationship between the farmer and Lord Changping?"

"What do you know?"

Zhao Shuang smiled and slowly raised his head. The Changping Lord in front of him had sharp eyes.

"The Mohist family and the Nongjia are in the same land of Qin and Chu. They are neighbors to each other and have mutual needs. Since Lord Changping can detect the connection between the Mohist family and me, how could I not know that Lord Changping is related to the Nongjia?"

Lord Changping lowered his head slightly, and the luster in his eyes dimmed a bit.

"Then you admit that the leader of the Mo family is serving you?"

"Mr. Changping is joking, these people in the world have always been unruly, how can they serve others? They just come for profit and leave for profit. But the relationship between Mr. Changping and the farmers, I really have some problems. Understood."

Chang Pingjun smiled and did not intend to get into any more entanglements on this matter.

"Ordinary people only focus on military strength and the number of soldiers, but when it comes to real competition, it depends on financial resources. Your courtyard seems to be in good order, but if there is no financial support behind it, I am afraid it will not be able to maintain its current glory."

"Farmers and merchants are among the best, but if we want to sell goods all over the world, their help is indispensable, so they will naturally cooperate."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Shuang smiled slightly, not intending to go into details, but just asked lightly.

"Lu Buwei made a rare move and gained today's foundation. Everyone in the world wants to imitate him. What do you think, Lord Changping?"

As soon as these words fell, the refreshing room suddenly became silent. Lord Changping narrowed his eyes with a deep aura.

Heart-wrenching words and murderous intent.