Mr. Buer stood up, waved his hand to signal the other dancers to retreat, and said to the people from Buerzhai below: "We Buerzhai have never set a precedent for tax cuts. This Miss Zhao is determined to let us make an example for her today. What do you think?"

The person below shouted: "Boss, you are the head of our Bu Erzhai. We all listen to you. You said you should reduce bowel movements, but you said you should not reduce bowel movements, and we all have no objection."

Everyone agreed.

Mr. Buer thought for a while and said, "I have made a poisonous oath in front of the statue of the Jade Emperor. If I promised her to reduce taxes for Zhaojiazhuang, I would be punished by heaven. Furthermore, if this precedent is set for her and everyone will come to ask me to reduce taxes in the future, what should I do? From these two points, this tax cannot be reduced."

A white-bearded old man stood up and said, "Mr. Buer, Huo Zhong has something to say."

Mr. Buer said: "What are the great ideas of Mr. Huo?"

Huo Zhong said: "Sovies are all used to deceive people and are not effective at all. Huo has three meals a day, and he doesn't make a poisonous oath before any meal. But these decades have passed, and he is still alive. Don't believe these illusory things."

Mr. Buer nodded and said, "I feel much more comfortable after hearing what Mr. Huo said."

Huo Zhong stroked his beard and said, "Another, except for Miss Zhao, here, we are all from Bu Erzhai, and there are no outsiders. As long as we are not a foreigner, no one knows what happened here, and naturally no one will ask for tax cuts. Since Miss Zhao is willing to serve, Mr. Bu Er just keeps the people. If Mr. Bu Er still has doubts, Mr. Huo can bring the brothers of Bu Erzhai to make a poisonous oath to ensure that what happened here will not leak out."

Mr. Buer said, "I understand what Mr. Huo means, but I will swear to avoid it."

Huo Zhong said: "We have a total of 226 people in Bu Erzhai, and many of them are here. Even if one of them leaks the matter here, it will be difficult to deal with everyone who comes here to ask for tax reduction and exemptions. Although the poisonous oath is not effective, it will be feared when it comes to the heart. In order not to let the matter here leak out, the poisonous oath must be released."

Mr. Buer said, "Since that's the case, I'll be upset."

Huo Zhong led the people of Bu Erzhai to make a poisonous oath, stroked their beards and smiled, "Now Mr. Bu Er can keep Miss Zhao with confidence."

Mr. Buer nodded and said to the woman: "I didn't want to set a precedent for you this time, but if Mr. Huo is talking to you, I can't help but give him this face. Why don't you thank Mr. Huo!"

The woman saluted Huo Zhong from afar and said, "Thank you, Master Huo for his help."

Hearing the word "Zheng", Huo Zhong's mouth twitched and his face immediately became dark.

Huo Zhong once served as the head of Wushuang Sect, but he has only been the head of Wushuang Sect for less than three days? Because of his misconduct and his unpretentious private life, he was taken over by his fellow junior brothers and took away the position of the head of Wushuang Sect, thus becoming a laughing stock of Wushuang Sect.

Huo Zhong was so ashamed that he was so angry that he decided to leave Wushuang Gate? He hid in a famous mountain in Fufeng County and lived in seclusion.

One day three months ago? Huo Zhong met Mr. Buer by chance. The two had a great time talking, so at the invitation of Mr. Buer, he joined Buer Zhai.

Miss Zhao called Master Huo Zhong? She wanted to show off his glorious past in public, but she didn't know that the word "Master" has always been an incurable pain for Huo Zhong.

Mr. Buer saw that Miss Zhao had done something wrong with kindness? He saw Huo Zhong with a slight face again? He was secretly amused in his heart.

Miss Zhao poured a glass of wine? She delivered it to Mr. Buer and said softly: "Sir, set a precedent for me? I am so grateful to me? Please drink this cup."

Mr. Buer took the wine glass, raised his head to drink it, threw it back, and waved his arms to sweep all the cups and plates of dishes on the table in front of him to the ground. He pulled Miss Zhao over and pressed it on the table, and said, "I have been enduring it for so long, it's time to punish you."

Miss Zhao's face changed drastically and she said, "Don't be here!"

Mr. Buer said, "Please."

Miss Zhao choked and said, "I beg you sir, don't be here!"

Mr. Buer pulled off her gauze dress, and the big red lantern hanging high reflected her white and flawless skin red.

Miss Zhao had already shed tears and said, "Don't be here! Sir, I beg you, don't be here..."

When the people below saw that the head of the family wanted to do business in court, they all followed suit. For a while, the courtyard was filled with noise, which was even more lively than the market.

"The courage of the head!"

"Start quickly!"

"Can the head eat meat, can you leave some soup for your brothers to drink?"

"Ha ha!"

"What are you waiting for in charge? Hurry!"

...

Mr. Buer listened to the cheers of everyone, and his desire surged. He was about to untidy his clothes when he suddenly heard a clear flute sound coming into his ears.

"Um?"

Everyone also heard the sound of the flute, closed their mouths and turned their eyes to search for the flute-player.

It was getting deeper in the night, and the sound of flutes was lingering in the mist.

Suddenly one person shouted, "There is someone on the roof on the south side!"

Following this shout, everyone's eyes swept to the rooftop on the south side. Under the hazy waning moon, a man was blowing a white jade flute. Under the shadow of mist and moonlight, he looked like an immortal from heaven descending to earth.

This man was wearing a snow-white dress, with a white jade pendant hanging on his waist, a white jade mask on his face, and two swords behind him were slanted.

Who is he?

This question arose in everyone present at the same time.

Mr. Buer let go of Miss Zhao, raised his hand and pointed at the man in white, and said aloud: "Who are you?"

The man in white moved the white jade flute away from his mouth and said, "Jade-faced Shura."

Mr. Fu Er said, "Jade-faced Shura?"

The man in white said: "Not bad."

Mr. Buer said, "I wonder what the hell is going to come to our Buer Zhai?"

"Look at the fun here, come and ask for a drink."

The Jade-faced Shura took a long step, and after gliding for a while, she happened to be trapped on the Persian red carpet in the middle of the courtyard. She then pointed to the person next to her with the white jade flute and said, "Take the wine pot on your table here."

The man was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and pointed at him, and said, "I?"

Jade-faced Shura said, "That's right, it's you, bring the wine pot."

The man dared not make any decisions, so he looked at Mr. Buer first. Seeing Mr. Buer nodded, he picked up the wine pot on the table and sent it to him.

Yumian Shura took the wine pot and said, "Oh! I just remember to ask for the wine pot, but I forgot to ask for the wine glass. Who of you will send me an unused wine glass? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to say, I want a white jade wine glass. I like pure and flawless things. The mud cup in your hands is too dirty, I don't like it."

Mr. Buer smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that I happen to have a pair of Dragon and Phoenix Cups here, all of which are carved from white jade, without any flaws. If you sell them on the market, each one can be sold for 100,000 taels of silver; if two are sold in pairs, there is no shortage of buyers. If you like it, I can sell it to you at a cheap price. It's best if you have cash, it doesn't matter. You can exchange it with me with something of equal value."
Chapter completed!