The rooster crowed three times, the sky was already white, Xiucai worked hard all night, and finally held back a sour and rotten love poem that could barely be read. But he didn't have the force to support himself, and secondly, he racked his brains, and he didn't sleep all night, and by this moment he was already exhausted.

Lu Xiucai didn't want others to discover her little secret, so she was very nervous, "It's nothing, really, I didn't write anything!"

Xiucai almost collapsed when he saw that his hard work all night had been snatched away like this: "What do you want to do?"

"Ah...... You, you, you...", Xiucai can only write again, but just as he was writing, a dramatic scene appeared, and he forgot all the poems he had written. "No one outside the door asked about the falling flowers...... Falling flowers, falling flowers, what will fall after the flowers fall?"

Lu Xiucai hurriedly blocked the paper, "It's nothing, it's fun." Then he clumped up the paper and threw it at his feet.

Xiucai didn't know this thing, but in order to save face, he could only say euphemistically: "Eh...... The Son once said, "Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is also ......"

But how can the shopkeeper know that he is twisting and turning, "Know, know, know, know, you should be a rat?"

"Look at what scared her, I said Xiucai, I have been reading books for so many years, and I don't know anything. ”

"You know what you say. ”

"Gen carving?" Xiao Guo and the shopkeeper were very curious.

"What plant can grow rhizomes like this?"

"What's it called?" Obviously, the two people on the other side didn't understand Xiucai's bird language at all.

Tong Xiangyu was confused by this specious statement, and asked with great interest: "Oh, what do you mean by the artwork you just said?"

"Nonsense, what she asked was, what does this thing mean?"

"Who?"

"That should be called unkindness?" replied the shopkeeper.

Hearing these crooked theories, Guo Furong's face was full of disdain: "If this can be benevolent, isn't the table, chair and bench more benevolent?"

"Oh, you're going to say it all in one go. ”

Guo Furong was completely speechless: "What kind of mess is this?"

Seeing the shopkeeper slapping the county's sycophants like this, Xiao Guo did not hide his disdain: "Cut! Maybe it's a local specialty, give us an explanation!"

Guo Furong didn't have the same knowledge as her, so she simply gave in: "I didn't say that it wasn't benevolence, look at you in a hurry, so what are you going to do with this benevolence?"

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Seeing that the big mouth was about to get started, the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped, "Don't touch it, who is it if you break it?" Look at this carver, tsk......

Tong Xiangyu waved his hand, very generous: "It's not expensive, it's full, plus the freight, it's only five taels." ”

Everyone was shocked, knowing that their monthly salary was only two cents of silver.

"What's it called? It's a benevolence!"

"You don't understand it, put it on, put it on. Seeing Xiao Guo holding the durian and putting it up, the shopkeeper was very proud: "What do you think?"

Tong Xiangyu looked at it and shook his head secretly, "Well, it doesn't seem to be good-looking." ”

"Then what do you say?"

"Nonsense, this is benevolence, can benevolence be thrown?

"I think, this Ren is still very good-looking, but the shelves are too big and spacey, so it doesn't seem so coordinated. ”