Lu Shege died, an arrow piercing his heart.
The huge Lujiazhuang was completely burned down by a fire. The Lu family was accused of being a bandit.
The god damn gangster, isn't it because the little girl Lu Xiange has a father who is rich and has a good reputation.
It is said that the government transported grain from the Lu family's granary. Hundreds of oxcarts carried it non-stop for three days and three nights, and only less than half of it was transported.
At that time, Lu Sheige woke up in a small shack, in a daze, not knowing what night it was.
Who is she?
Who is she?
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, making money to support the family is the most important thing.
I heard that a certain restaurant in the capital was making a lot of money every day and had opened 99 or 81 branches. Not only was the food delicious, but the backstage was also good. The owner of the restaurant was actually a young man with a good temperament.
Passers-by guessed that this young man must have been born extraordinary.
Duke Zhenguo called him his nephew, the princes of the Anping Hou family called him brothers, and even the third prince treated him with courtesy.
Lu Shege smiled: It's not that exaggerated.
One day, even the third prince couldn't help but ask her, what's the use of earning so much money? There are three religions and nine streams, from the highest to the lowest, and a businessman is only at the bottom of the nine streams.
Lu Xiangge thought calmly: It seems so. How about I pay to get you an emperor?
