Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1120 - 039 Zhuangzi

Chapter 1120: 039 Zhuangzi

While scolding, he also ushered everyone to finish their work. Lizheng wiped the sweat from his face and scurried toward Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng.

But before he could get close, Lin Yuan had already covered her nose and stepped back two steps, frowning as she said, "Stay back, stay back, just talk from there!"

Lizheng awkwardly looked down at the stains on his clothes and said with a dry laugh, "Miss, look, the ground is all cleaned up. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, we’ll tidy it up right away."

Lin Yuan curled her lip, the least satisfying thing here is you, get yourself cleaned up first! Load him up on a cart and dump him in that pile of manure over there!

Thinking this to herself, Lin Yuan waved her hand, "No, nothing else, let’s hurry up and sign the deed. Lin Yi, bring the silver."

Lin Yi, lying bored on the carriage shaft, lazily stretched. The wait had been so long that he had taken a nap.

As Lin Yi walked over, pulling a bundle of silver notes from his sleeve, Lizheng’s eyes popped, and he urged He Guangming, "He Guangming, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the deed! Quick!"

This land belonged to the He Family village, and as the village head, He Guangming naturally held the deed. But now, he hesitated. Once the deed was handed over and the silver received, it would all surely end up in Lizheng’s pocket.

Knowing Lizheng well, it was clear that his willingness to endure so much today was surely for the sake of the silver. Without asking, it was evident that of the one thousand five hundred taels of silver meant for the village, less than half would actually arrive.

That was equivalent to several years’ worth of living expenses for the villagers!

Seeing He Guangming staring blankly, not yet producing the deed, Lizheng and several other village heads were anxious. If it weren’t for Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan being there, they would have rushed forward to strip him and search for the deed.

As everyone urgently urged him, He Guangming finally moved. He carefully took out the deed from inside his clothes, unwrapped the red silk cloth, and unfolded two neatly square deeds, the red seal of the Yamen distinctly marked on them.

"Hand it over, hand it over," Lizheng scrubbed his dirty hands against his clothes eagerly and reached out to take the deed, but unexpectedly, He Guangming turned his hand and directly handed the deed to Xia Zheng.

"Young Master, this is our He Family village’s own land. I am the village head of the He Family village, and I will handle the signing of this deed fully," he said.

The booming voice of He Guangming strikingly hammered at the ears of Lizheng and the other village heads, their minds buzzing. Handle the signing fully? What did that mean? Were they not going to get a share of the silver?

Immediately, an impatient village head started to wail, "He Guangming! What do you mean? Don’t forget, you’re just a village head, there’s still Lizheng above you! Don’t think that just because you spoke with the nobles and had a sip of tea, you can strut around like a phoenix! Without Lizheng’s word, you’re nothing but a fart, a silent, unnoticeable fart!"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow at the crude words, but found them amusing.

He Guangming was also angered by these words, glaring coldly at him and huffing, "Yes, I am a silent fart, but I’m still better than you revolting pieces of shit!"

The village head was so angry he was trembling, pointing at He Guangming and said to Lizheng, "Lizheng, he, he’s calling us shit!"

He Guangming, by then, was also ready to burn bridges, his lips quivering without rebuttal.

Lizheng, however, burst out laughing, looking at He Guangming askew and warned for the last time, "He Guangming, don’t forget, this deed needs to be officially certified at the Yamen. I have connections at the Yamen, just one word from me, and you can forget about selling this land!"

His voice was not very loud, clearly not wanting Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng to hear, but Xia Zheng, whose hearing was not to be underestimated, laughed coldly, "Oh? So Lizheng has someone up high? Who might it be? Second Prince Zhao Hongsheng? Third Prince Zhao Hongde? Or the Emperor himself?"

He casually named the three most prestigious people of the time, each name shocking Lizheng more than the last.

"Young Master Xia, I, I don’t have any connections! No, no, I was just, just joking, trying to scare him, scare him!"

Lizheng was almost on his knees kowtowing to Xia Zheng, although he did indeed know some people under the Second Prince, compared to Xia Zheng, they were but minor characters, mere shrimps!