The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Sir, if you can't bear to kill him, then punish him. Since you can't kill him directly, it's also right to let him be punished with a stick. Bijiang said lightly.

Sure enough, her words attracted Xiji's attention. Xiji looked up at her curiously and asked in confusion: What is caning?

Bijiang looked at Xiji and told him everything he knew honestly. That was a punishment that all guards who made mistakes would receive. Since the young master didn't want to kill him, he should be punished.

Upon hearing this, Xiji thought it was a good idea, so he nodded in agreement.

Bijiang looked at Xiji's happy expression. What she didn't say was that since the caning punishment was for a guard, it must be different from ordinary punishments. If someone who didn't know the severity of the punishment asked for more, it would be the same as beating him to death. If that person couldn't even survive this, it could only be said to be God's will, and naturally he couldn't blame his own son at all.

Xiji didn't know what Bijiang was thinking. After deciding to punish Jianghe, he felt relieved.

The last time Xiji went to the riverbank to investigate, it was the end of the project. Therefore, after about ten days, the project there would be completely completed, and the people he had assigned would also be back.

Xiji looked at the people kneeling on the ground and Qinghe, the leader, who checked the account book before they came back and found that in the last ten days, they made more money than in the previous month. This made Xiji suspicious and curious. How did they do it? Did they report false accounts in the past, or did they do something in the past ten days to increase the turnover all of a sudden?

Xiji first looked at Qinghe who was kneeling on the ground, and found that he was no longer as decadent as last time, but full of a temperament that he could not understand, making him look like an unstoppable sword. At this time, Xiji could not understand what this temperament was. It was not until much later that he understood that this aura was called a gamble, life or death, he took a gamble.

Xiji did not look at the uneasy eyes of the people below, but stared at Qinghe and asked curiously: How did you manage to make so much money in such a short time?

Hearing Xiji's question, Qinghe knew this was an opportunity, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, then looked up at Xiji and answered: I have assigned some people in the last few days. One person is responsible for going to places far away from the construction site to ask if there are people who want to order hot and sour noodles. If there are people who can deliver them, the other person will take a basket with the steaming buns and sell them.

Because it was almost time to finish work, I was willing to spend money to continue eating the food I used to eat. Even if I was reluctant to spend money on food, I was willing to spend money to try it. And if there were family members coming to visit, I would also be willing to buy some for their family members to try. Therefore, the money I made in the past few days was more than usual.

Hearing Qinghe's answer, Xiji was a little stunned. His series of operations had some shadows of modern takeout, so he couldn't help but ask: How did you come up with this method?

Qinghe felt Xiji staring at him seriously, as if trying to figure out something. He swallowed his saliva, then raised his head, looked at Xiji nervously and said: I have always been in the habit of observing the people around me, and this time is no exception. I found that some people still want to eat. But for various reasons, they can't eat at the stalls, so I came up with this idea.

Have you ever learned to read and write?

Never.

Hearing this, Xiji's eyes were quite complicated. Even though he was illiterate, he came up with this idea. He did have some talent for business, but he liked to act on his own too much.