Seven uncles and they went all the way back, and on the way they went home or went to work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The seventh uncle led the hired car and pulled his son and a good man to go home.

Uncle Qi's life's hard work in exchange for his real estate in one shop, recently repaid the loan of the money village and got back the mortgage deed. Life will be much better in the future, and it will be your own to earn more and less, and you don't have to work so hard anymore.

The location of his property is very good, but in order to make the teahouse spacious and bright, the house separated by the wall is extremely cramped and cramped, but fortunately, at night, the guy and his son can sleep at the table, and they can turn around. Although the yard is small, in the patio, the youngest daughter can jump rope on the spot.

However, the back alley is very narrow, only two feet, and these two feet are still because they belong to the official public land, and the sewer passes through. Otherwise, there is no back door for family members to enter and exit, but the good thing is that the sewers are all bluestone covers, and the path looks quite clean.

The coachman spoke: Uncle! If you can't get in, go to the front door of the teahouse!

The seventh uncle agreed, called his own guy, carried the good man, and came into the teahouse, and saw that there were no big people. Put down the stretcher first and settle the settlement for the coachman, so as not to delay the work.

Then when he came back, he had to carry the small door, which was not dry, and pointed to a table of guests; Uncle Gui!

All four people at the table were startled at once, come over.

Lao Gui looked at him; Little door, don't scare me! I'm burning paper for you and your uncle today.

Uncle Qi: It turns out that you are the eldest brother Gui that Jiuzi often says? I thank you for Lao Jiu.

Lao Gui apologized again and again: I'm sorry! Xiaomen, I thought you were dead too! I was afraid that the government would catch me and say it clearly, so I ran away. I'm sorry.

Xiaomen said: It's okay! Thankfully, you and that big brother killed the thief, otherwise I would have been dead. I've heard that if you want to succeed in such a thing, you have to make up for it. I should thank you and that big brother.

Lao Gui blushed for a while: Look at what you said, in the past two years, I have received a lot of change from you, and the family has a noble character and treats people leniently, so it's time for revival.

Xiaomen: Oh! Hurry up and register with the Praetorian Guard, there will be a reward.

Lao Gui touched his head and took out a pill: eat it, invigorate the blood, strengthen the muscles and bones.

Then laughed; Silly boy! Do you eat dry rice when you are a secret yamen? Can't you find us? Don't think about it so much, take care of your injuries.

The seventh uncle looked at them, thought for a moment, arched his hand, and carried his son behind.

came out to say hello, and the four people were about to get up and leave, and a thin man asked in Cantonese official dialect; Uncle, why don't you sell food here?

Uncle Qi: I have a small place, there is no place to set up a kitchen, there is a private room on the second floor, you can go up and drink and listen to music here, but the wine has to be set by yourself. Dude can also run errands for you.

In a moment, he understood: you are from Guangdong, and you are different from you. I have dim sum here, and it is also in other people's shops, and the tea is mine. I'm also a small guild meeting place, and I can barely make ends meet with everyone's rewards.

The big fat man said of him; I told you, if you want to run a Cantonese teahouse, you can't make money, at least you can't even see the high roof of the Tin Hau Temple.

A couple of people left. Qibo stood at the door, looking at their backs and pondering.

The old friend next to him got up and knocked on the table: a few, sit idle and bored, let's talk about what these four people are about.

One nodded his finger: Lord Ma Qianhu, when I was doing earthworks with my eldest brother, I toasted.

Everyone stood up and admired: Lao Liu, I didn't see it, the contractor.

Lao Liu: Don't look at me, look at me and don't invite guests. I didn't have any money, or I would have been squatting with you here.

The other laughed; Stingy.

Re-export: That fat man, Duan Houcheng's nephew, a member of the hugely rich Sha family, that Cantonese boy is his classmate. Both of them are good at it, and if you want to tie up the ticket, you don't have to pay attention. I just came back from helping out at Duan Hou Cheng's house, and I met them.

Everyone is interested, but not about the sofa Joe: is it rewarded?

This: Given! I didn't give much, passing by the money bank, I was in the way, let them give me the first time.

Everyone is disdainful: what bear man? Why don't you as good as Lao Liu?

Everyone then wondered: Who is that half-old man?

Uncle Qi came back to his senses, sighed and sat down: "Return to Lord Hou!"

Waiting, who is waiting?

Qibo dislikes: Even if others don't know, you are still a clan.

The man suddenly woke up: Mom! This old lady is still alive!