"Young Master, actually, Mianyang has already improved a lot compared to before," Ye Er thought to himself, realizing he had spoken too quickly. The Young Master was the County Magistrate of Mianyang County, and here he was, praising Fushui County in front of him—wasn’t he making the Young Master unhappy?
Ye Zi’an heard this but said nothing initially. After a while, he finally spoke, "Look at you, being so cautious. I can still accept the truth. Indeed, Mianyang is not as good as Fushui County at the mont. This can easily be seen just from the streets and shops."
What he said was indeed true. Just look at the bustling array of shops on the streets here; even though it was still early, the place was already very lively.
Not to ntion anything else, let’s just talk about the guesthouses—in Mianyang County town, there were only about three or four guesthouses, and each one seed quite ordinary in terms of its class.
Now, look at the guesthouses in Fushui County. On their way here, they had passed at least five or six, and one or two of them looked extraordinary from the outside.
Fushui County is considered a mid-tier county in Jiangsu. The other two counties near Mianyang are not as good as Fushui—one being about the sa as Mianyang and the other just slightly better.
"Let’s stay at this one," Ye Zi’an casually pointed to a guesthouse that looked moderately good as they were walking.
"Young Master, why don’t we find a better one? The one we just passed looked good," Ye Er quietly suggested.
This guesthouse looked very ordinary. The Young Master was a person of status after all; how could he stay in such a place?
Ye Zi’an, however, snorted coldly, "It’s just for one night, not for a long stay. Why do we need anything so fancy? Right now, I do not wish to give Fushui County even one more copper coin."
Suddenly, Ye Er was left speechless. Young Master, this kind of pettiness really doesn’t suit your composed and steady image, does it?
Ye Liu, who had co along with them, chuckled, "Young Master, shall we then stay sowhere even worse?"
Ye Zi’an was well aware of the teasing in Ye Liu’s words, yet with a swift thought, he said, "No, I’ve changed my mind. Let’s go stay at the best guesthouse." In his heart, he thought that after all, he wouldn’t be the one paying in the end.
Ye Liu and Ye Er didn’t know what he was thinking, exchanged glances, sowhat puzzled, but still followed him.
Upon arriving at the guesthouse, they heard Ye Zi’an say, "Bring a few of the best rooms, and two tables of breakfast. Put the bill under County Magistrate Peng’s account."
The waiter was taken aback upon hearing it was to be charged to the County Magistrate’s account and then went to find the innkeeper. When the innkeeper ca out and saw Ye Zi’an’s group, so were carrying swords, and besides a few people at the first table, the rest were dressed in the bailiffs’ uniforms.
The innkeeper knew these people were from the governnt office, but the group was clearly unfamiliar to him.
Furthermore, since this guesthouse was on County Magistrate Peng’s turf, the innkeeper assud they were friends of County Magistrate Peng from the officialdom.
Still, to be on the safe side, he ca out and asked, "May I know which relation to County Magistrate Peng your groups are?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Er slamd his sword onto the table and said, "What, does my Young Master’s relationship with County Magistrate Peng need to be explained to a re innkeeper? I’ll tell you, my Young Master choosing to charge it to Peng Lide’s account is a sign of respect."
Ye Er thought to himself, "We have cheated them out of tens of thousands of taels of silver, and now we’re rely skimming a bit off their lodging money—that’s polite enough."
Alright then, at this mont, Ye Er also rembered this guesthouse. When he accompanied Ye Zi’an to Fushui County for business previously, that Mr. Peng had offered for them to stay in this guesthouse, but at the ti, they had already found another place and did not co.
Ye Yi was also involved in that occasion. That guy was a busybody who could dig out a bit of valuable information wherever he went, just like this guesthouse, which Mr. Peng partly owned.
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