Chapter 29: Matsumoto's Self-Inflicted Trap

  Liu Buji's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something was amiss. It seemed that the He family was loose on the outside but tight on the inside, just waiting for the mantis to catch the cicada, with the oriole lurking behind.

  Song Yuanzi is still calculating other people's beauty and wealth, but he doesn't know that others have already regarded him as an object of flattery and solicitation.

  It turns out that the He family is really generous, and they are all willing to use their daughters as bait in order to catch Song Yuanzi, this big fish. It's truly a classic example of being reluctant to part with one's children but unable to trap the wolf.

  Songyuan Zi This guy can be said to have been bewitched, and he doesn't even think about what kind of person the He family is?

  They are tax heads! Also known as bald-headed taxpayers.

  It's easy to imagine how close the relationship between this kind of person and bald people would be.

  This stupid Ha Mok-yung, wanting to play with women, doesn't know how to find someone without a background, instead finds this kind of person, isn't he asking for death?

  This tax is said to be even lighter than what the emperor and merchants have said!

  In those years, bald-headed people rose up in the grasslands, and logistics were all contracted to those clever-minded ethnic minorities who were good at doing business.

  When bald-headed people entered Central Plains, they also brought this set of things into Central Plains, and even outsourced taxation.

  Bald-headed people set a quota for collection every year, as long as these taxes are paid in full. Whatever is left over from other taxes is their own.

  Just think about it, under this system, how much power and wealth these tax heads will have, and the close relationship between them and the bald-headed people is completely imaginable!

  Song Yuanzi is really muddled-headed, how could he have his mind set on a family like this?

  Liu Bu Yi originally wanted to go and remind Song Yuan Zi directly, but with a frown, he had already thought of a plan.

  You should report the matter to Zhen Yangzi first, and then talk about it. With this achievement, you will definitely get a lot of credit. As for Song Yuanzi, this old fellow, after getting your help this time, how can he still have the face to compete with you in the future?

  But even Liu Bu-yi couldn't have imagined that Song Yuanzi would be so blinded by greed this time!

  These days, in the city of Bo Yang, the He Lao Ren Weng's home is in a mess. No one expected that their family would provoke a monster, causing unrest in their home.

  Fortunately, there is a Taoist priest in the current Bo Yang City who has strong magical powers and is called Song Yuansu. He is said to be best at driving out evil spirits and catching monsters.

  Today, he couldn't care less about keeping family scandals private, so he invited Daozhang Songyuan over. He carefully received the Daoist priest and said with a hint of embarrassment: "My daughter has unfortunately contracted the 'mad demon possession' illness, please, venerable Daoist priest, save her!"

  "Saving people is a small matter, it's just a rule of mine, you know that."

  He nodded like a garlic, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes! Although my family's wealth is thin, I am also willing to take out 500 taels of silver to repair the Taoist temple for the old Taoist priest. In the future, I will also worship the Taoist priest at home!"

  Song Yuanzi's face relaxed slightly, but then she coldly smiled and said: "Fine, I'll go take a look. You all don't need to come in, lest you get scared!"

  He Lao Ren nodded repeatedly and watched as the Taoist priest walked into the inner courtyard, but he couldn't help but sigh even more.

  Miss He's boudoir was in the backyard. It was a separate small courtyard with sparse flowers and trees, looking very quiet and secluded.

  It makes one involuntarily associate with this kind of seclusion and independence, like a woman in a deep valley, what kind of beauty will she be?

  However, before approaching that courtyard, someone's loud and shrill shouting could be heard, as if they were mad.

  It reminds me of that so-called hysterical madness, isn't this Miss He from the He family already gone mad?

  The whole courtyard is empty and desolate, without even a single maid or servant girl, it's clear that everything has been moved out.

  However, Song Yuanzi unexpectedly didn't show any surprise, and with a flick of her sleeve, she simply walked in.

  But then I saw that Miss's boudoir was actually pasted with yellow paper charms, and it was locked up with a lock chain as thick as a thumb.

  What kind of strange illness has Miss He contracted? Even if she's gone mad, it shouldn't be like this, locked up.

  Songyuanzi didn't hesitate, with a swing of her sleeve, somehow the chain was already open and fell to the ground. The carved wooden door also opened.

  The Taoist lifted his robe and stepped straight in. He then saw a screen that had been placed around the front room, and he came to the inner chamber.

  All that was seen was on the embroidered bed, a woman with a beautiful figure, but her hands and feet were tied up with ropes, making a seductive pose.

  At this moment, however, she didn't know how it happened that her clothes were half undone, revealing one side of her plump skin, and a red plum blossom was blooming on top of it, swaying with the rise and fall of the woman's chest.

  The young lady's face was flushed, her eyes were dazed, and she was clearly in a state of extreme distress. The ear-piercing scream that had been heard outside just now, at this moment, seemed to have an even more seductive tone to it.

  Song Yuanyu suddenly closed the door and revealed a lewd expression that was different from his dignified appearance outside: "Little darling, in the past, I could only appear in your dreams to tease you, but today I've come to get intimate with the real you!"

  He was pleased in his heart, having long since set his sights on Miss He's beauty, which was like a flower, and her family's wealth.

  He was one of the tax heads of Bo Yang City, and contracted two-tenths of the city's taxes. His family can be said to be extremely rich, with thousands of hectares of good fields outside the city, and tens of thousands of tenant households.

  This time I must have both beauty and wealth, not only will I enjoy this beautiful woman, but also squeeze out a large sum of money.

  If his whole family, from top to bottom, sincerely believed in the Qingyang teachings, it would immediately add tens of thousands of followers!

  This abacus was indeed well-played, and the cook in the He family's kitchen was bribed. Some medicine was added to the soup that this young lady often drank.

  Then, every night, the evil spirit would go out and enter that young lady's dream, wantonly insulting her.

  It's gotten to the point where this young lady has become like a madwoman, and rumors have spread that He Lao's family thinks their daughter is possessed by an evil spirit or has gone crazy, which is why they've invited Song Yuansi to come and treat her!

  At this moment, his heart's desire was fulfilled, and he couldn't help but let out a series of lustful laughs. He hastily approached the half-naked figure on the bed, starting to undress as he went.

  But at this moment, only a loud noise was heard on the roof. Even if the flames of desire were burning his body and his mind was clouded with lust, Songyuanzi still maintained enough vigilance, letting out a low growl: "Who's there?"

  But what he didn't know was that hundreds of meters away, in the attic of a house filled with miscellaneous objects, Liu Buji was using binoculars to observe the situation in the backyard of the He Mansion.

  He sighed and thought that Song Yuanzi was really blinded by his infatuation with women, even falling into someone else's trap without realizing it.

  From his telescope, he could see that there were dozens of strong men with bows and arrows, quietly surrounding the boudoir.