"What? You ask if there is a continuation of the book I sold last time......?

Zhao Guoji subconsciously took two steps back, and the bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and his clothes were wet with cold relish on his back, which was really a matter of the script. Ni Er is looking for trouble?

Ni Er looked down at the clothes on his body, touched his chin, and asked with a strange expression: "It's strange, I don't have blood on my body!

Zhao Guoji was even more frightened!

At this time, he didn't think at all that Ni Er's profession was a usury, and when collecting debts, it was inevitable that fists and knives would collide violently with the debtor's body, and the warm liquid that splashed out often stained Ni Er's clothes uncontrollably.

Zhao Guoji's lips trembled, he almost bit his tongue, and said vaguely: "You...... You pop up out of ......"

Ni Er grinned: "You are too timid." In broad daylight, can a ghost pop up?"

Of course there are no ghosts, but people who are fierce and evil are more terrible than ghosts. The so-called being a thief has a weak heart, and that's it.

It is said that in this matter, it should not be Zhao Guoji who is really weak-hearted, he is just an errand messenger, and it is Jia Cong who comes up with the idea.

However, Zhao Guoji is essentially an ordinary person in ancient times, and he has no chance to accept the realist education that people do not destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, he only knows that the book he sells is not worth so much money, if people find it, this book is given out by his hands, he can't get out of it, worry and regret, and it is inevitable.

"Let me tell you, Lao Zhou can make my brain hurt. I can't find you again, that old boy, I'm going to spend a few taels of silver to let those poor sours follow. ”

Ni Er shouted loudly.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Zhao Guoji breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought that this was next to the back door of Rongguo Mansion, subconsciously, reached out to cover Ni Er's mouth, and continued the book, to let the master of the mansion know, he should go to the doctor to renew his bones.

Zhao Guoji dragged Ni Er to a hidden place and said in a low voice: "Second Brother Ni, are you serious?"

"Can there be any fake? Uncle Shen, you know, right? I often eat wine with the second master of the General's Mansion Feng Gongzi's Mansion, and his family background is not much worse than that of your mansion, he is handsome and handsome, and he is very generous, and the sisters in those buildings are jealous of him. I heard that he was in Jinling, and he was also invincible, who knows, when the prostitute of the same name laughed, he said a few words carelessly, and said that this was not a few words, but he actually taught people to be kicked out of the room, which became a big joke. Because of this incident, this book became popular overnight, and now, in the entire Jinling City, even the peddlers and pawns know that there is such a book...... Some of the girls on the Qinhuai River are even more obsessed, dressing up, talking and behaving, imitating the characters in this book everywhere......"

Ni Er patted his chest and whispered: "Lao Zhou only printed a batch of books for fear of not selling well, and now that the books are on fire, he regrets it like something." Hey, that iron rooster, there are times when you look away...... I finally met you on the road today, do you have to give me a letter?"

Zhao Guoji had no ability to agree, so he had to find an excuse, sent Ni Er away, and hurriedly went to the newly rented house to find Jia Cong.

The old trees are entangled with withered vines, the lotus pond is piled with rockeries, a clear stream flows out of the stone cracks, the sound of the water is murmuring, the sun is shining, and the wind is cool.

The two newly bought boys were sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a big broom, and when they saw Zhao Guoji, they were very well-behaved and hurriedly grabbed up to say hello. Zhao Guoji nodded and said casually: "You also go to rest, sweep the ground on a hot day! Don't get heat stroke, but buy medicine to drink, it's cheap to buy a medicine shop." ”

The two boys scratched their heads and smiled, stupid: "The two brothers said the same thing." ”

These two boys were sold because the family couldn't support them, and when they were at home, they were not idle all day, and when they got to Bai Yazi, they also worked from morning to night.

And he heard the white-toothed men say, If they do not work well, and tell them to retreat, they will be sold into black coal dens to work as coolies.

It's funny to say, these two boys were originally from poor families, and since they were born, they have never eaten enough, and when they arrived at Bai Yazi's house, they were full of coarse grain three times a day, and occasionally they could dip some oil and water, so they followed up with a blessed nest.

Although they have to be beaten and scolded from time to time, but this kind of children from poor families are born with cheap lives, and when their parents are in a bad mood, they still have to beat them out for no reason.

Even if the child is killed, the parents cry and cry and are born with a bitter life, God is unfair, they don't even need to buy a straw mat, dig a pit and bury the child, and others will only talk about it for two days, and it will pass peacefully.

The weak are cowardly, but they swing their swords at the weaker, as has always been the case.

And the white tooth raising people is to sell for money, that is, to beat and scold, it also makes sense, to keep a little strength, for fear that if it is broken, it will not be able to sell for money, and it will lose the capital, or it will be sold as an internal injury, and the reputation will be ruined......

Therefore, the poor children who were used to being beaten did not think that there was anything wrong with Baiyazi beating them, but they were afraid that Baiyazi would think they were stupid and waste food, so they didn't want them.

When Bai Yazi handed them over to Zhao Guoji, one person with two new clothes, a new mattress on the bed, three meals a day, upgraded from coarse grains to white rice and white noodles, two dishes and one soup, Zhao Guoji also promised them a monthly money of 200 wen a month.

In the eyes of this kind of poor children whose families are so poor that they don't even have straw mats, this is a good day that they dare not think of in their dreams, and they are more and more worried that the master's family will think they are not clever, so they ask Baiyazi to lead them back, so they do things and work hard.

Zhao Guoji was also born as a slave, and when he swept his eyes, he knew the concerns of these two boys.

Immediately raised his legs, rewarded two people with one kick, took out a few hundred dollars from his purse, and ordered: "Go, go to the street to beat half a catty of wine, and then cut some braised beef back, and let's eat beef noodles at night." ”

After sending the two boys away, Zhao Guoji shook his head before walking in with his hands behind his back.

When I entered the wing, I saw a small stove on the ground, the iron basin on the stove was steaming, and the milky white soup was tumbling with green onions, and the fragrant taste made Zhao Guoji swallow his saliva.

"Is it ready?"

Jia Huan held a blue and white porcelain bowl, and looked into the soup pot with glowing eyes.

Jia Cong poured white radish slices into the basin and said casually, "Wait a little longer." ”

Saying that, Jia Cong glanced at Zhao Guoji, who had just entered the room, and said, "Don't stand, there is a bowl on the table, take a bowl and eat it together." ”

Zhao Guoji smiled: "Why did my brother think of getting this?"

Jia Cong said directly: "I haven't eaten this for a long time, I'm quite hungry for this taste." ”

Ordering food in the house is not the opening of Jia Cong and Jia Huan.

Jia Cong is afraid that it will not be clean, although he really wants to trust the ancient sanitary conditions, but he does not want to be taught by infectious diseases.

As a result, I had to do it myself.

Fortunately, Jia Cong has been living in the house for many years in his previous life, in addition to the full value of instant noodle expertise, he also lights up other cooking options, although it is not as good as instant noodles and has reached the master level, but the proficiency is not low, plus all kinds of ingredients are full, it is tempting to look at.

A spoonful of crucian carp and mutton soup, scoop up some mutton and lamb offal, and flush it into the bowl, the red pepper floats up, spicy and delicious.

Jia Cong took a sip of soup and praised beautifully, eating hot pot and drinking hot soup on a hot day is a homely enjoyment.

Jia Huan was already hungry, scooping the mutton vigorously, piling up the bowls full of sharp points, before swallowing it in a big gulp, and while eating, he praised: "It's fragrant, delicious." ”

In fact, Jia Cong's craftsmanship is comparable to that of the chef in the house, but the nature of a child, the thing he tosses is a piece of roasted sweet potato and half burnt corn, which is also better than the delicacies of the mountains and seas made at home.

"You mean, the shopkeeper of the bookstore is willing to pay the money for the next volume of the book?"

Jia Cong almost choked, patted his chest, and let out a long breath, he also had a day to become a best-selling author, it turned out that he was not destined to hit the street, but chose the wrong channel to write a book?

How do you break it when you suddenly feel more sad?

However, Zhao Guoji quickly punctured Jia Cong's illusions, and when Jia Cong heard the story of Jinling's famous prostitute closing his door because of his book, he was speechless, and sure enough, he was thinking too much.

Jia Cong, who was brainwashed over and over again by various marketing PRs in his previous life, quickly smelled a hint of unusual flavor from this story, is this hype or hype?

There is no way, the previous life has been on the street for many years, leaving too deep a psychological shadow, rather than believing that his writing skills have risen by leaps and bounds after crossing over, and finally attracted die-hard brain-dead fans, Jia Cong would rather believe that it was a blind cat that touched a dead mouse, and the book he wrote served as a prop for a hype.

What's more, in the previous life, the media's investigation of practitioners in the customs industry was too extensive, and there were too many veteran drivers who had experienced great health care among online writers, which directly led Jia Cong to become disillusioned with Oiran famous prostitutes.

Moreover, those who can mix to the top of the pyramid in any industry, their emotional intelligence cannot be lower than ordinary people, and the top brands in the customs industry are all human spirits, and suddenly their emotional intelligence declines, which violates professional ethics.

If there is no other purpose, then Jia Cong can only wonder if he has awakened some psionic bloodline, and when he wrote the book, he had no intention of stabilizing any suggestion effect.

"The money is all sent to the door, don't want it in vain. Brother Cong, you can find someone to get a continuation book for him. Jia Huan muttered on the side.

Jia Cong was speechless, is it so easy to write a book?

What's more, he almost forgot what he wrote, and he didn't know how to continue.......