When night fell, the lights were lit in the Taiping Curie, but there were no guests in the hall.

The two men leaned on the counter, staring at the lanterns fluttering in the wind outside, and the occasional carriage and horse passing by on the official road not far away.

"Looks like no one is coming." The man said, standing up straight and stretching, "Close the door." ”

"Nightclub supper, what if there's someone at night." Another said.

"This is the official road leading to the capital, not far or near, the city gate is closed, where are there still people in the middle of the night." The previous man said.

The two were arguing when someone walked in from behind.

"Third brother." They shouted.

Xu Maoxiu nodded.

"Close the door." He said.

The two men answered, got up and turned off the lights and installed the door panels.

Xu Maoxiu turned around and entered a room on the side, there were three people in the room, Li Dasco and an old man stood up to greet each other.

Xu Maoxiu sat down and looked at Fan Jianglin's account book.

"Take stock every day?" He laughed, "No. ”

Before Fan Jianglin could speak, Li Dasco spoke first with some uneasiness.

"The owner, yes, because it just opened, and now, the business is, it's not very good." He muttered.

"Popularity has to be raised, and it took Zuifenglou many years to raise people." The old man said.

This is the old shopkeeper introduced by Li Dasco.

"Shopkeeper Wu." Li Dasco hurriedly whispered, giving the old shopkeeper a look, "Listen to what the owner says." ”

Don't always mention the Drunken Phoenix Tower.

It is good for the elderly to have experience, but what is bad is that they always like to talk about the past, and they always love to compare the past with the owner.

Xu Maoxiu smiled. Nodding.

"Shopkeeper Wu is right." He said. "Popularity has to be raised. It's good to gather slowly. ”

Shopkeeper Wu smiled.

"The owner understands, at the beginning..." he opened his mouth to speak, but before he finished speaking, Li Dasco, who couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and pestle, and the drunken Fenglou went back.

Fan Jianglin and Xu Maoxiu just didn't see their small movements, and listened with a smile.

“…… Da Lang's cooking skills have been many years, and the meals are no problem, but they come and go because of the fame of the fairy house. It's all popular here, so you have to take it slowly. Shopkeeper Wu continued.

Xu Maoxiu nodded.

"It's not too early, you guys go and rest, I'm worried about the store every day." He laughed.

Li Dasco and Shopkeeper Wu both withdrew.

"They are more nervous than us, but I'm afraid that this store won't be able to open." Fan Jianglin said with a smile.

"No wonder they're nervous." Xu Maoxiu looked at the account book and said with a smile, "Looking at it like this, it's really a bit unopenable." ”

"The main thing is popularity." Fan Jianglin said, "It's not good if you can't attract popularity, we really can't help my sister." I'm really sorry that she handed over the business to us. ”

Xu Maoxiu was silent for a moment and smiled.

"Big brother. Actually, my sister didn't want us to help her. He said, "Is she helping us, or is she thanking us?" ”

"I know what we can do to war-only people like us can help her." Fan Jianglin said, and smiled bitterly again, "Wrong, it should be, I can't even fight." ”

"What we can help her with is to keep this store calmly." Xu Maoxiu said, "Didn't she say that she should do what we should do, what we should do, is to be the owner steadily, and she can't force herself to think about it, but it caused her trouble." ”

Fan Jianglin smiled.

"Yes, that's right, let's guard this store for my sister, now it's not popular, guard, it's popular in the future, and if there's a small incident, we have to guard it even more." He laughed.

However, I don't know if there will be a day when Xiaoxiao will make trouble, or if that day will come, and they will still be able to walk.

When the sky was dark, the people of the Zhou family were already busy.

In the room under the pulp washing room, the first to get up was Banqin, but she was the latest to go out.

First cover the charcoal fire in the house, then set up the combs and mirrors thrown by the other girls, and carefully sweep the room, and then come to the place to eat, at this time the others have already finished eating and dispersed, the wooden barrel for the rice is still there, and there are messy dishes and chopsticks on the other side.

First pick up a pair of clean dishes and chopsticks, scoop out a little scraps from the wooden barrel and eat them in a hurry, and then pack up the dishes and chopsticks that others have eaten and send back to the kitchen.

These are what she is used to doing every day, and she doesn't feel tired of lifting the bowl and chopsticks frame, and she can do it in the time it takes to go back and forth for two trips to a cup of tea, and then start doing what she should have done.

It's just that when I walked out the door today, I heard someone screaming her name.

"Half celery!"

Banqin hurriedly put the frame in her hand carefully on the ground, so as not to break the dishes, her monthly money is not enough to compensate, so she hurriedly responded.

"Sister, what's wrong?" She said, looking at the two girls standing by the sink.

A girl turned her head and looked at her with an angry expression.

"You soaked yesterday's clothes?" She asked.

Banqin nodded, she did most of the work in the pulp washing yard.

"Look at the good things you've done!" The other girl screamed as she reached out and fished out a piece of clothing from the pool.

Banqin took a few steps forward, and her wet skirt was colorful in the morning light.

Banqin's eyes widened instantly.

"This, this, what's going on?" She said, taking a few steps forward, and picked up another one from the cold, biting water.

The skirt, which was originally plain, has been dyed colorful.

"This is Madame's favorite dress, they are all washed separately, when will it be your turn to wash your shitty things?" First a girl shouted, splitting her hand is a slap.

Banqin was caught off guard and was slapped to the ground, grabbing the wet dress in his hand and falling on his body, and he was suddenly soaked.

"Come on, come on, someone, something happened."

The shouts of the girls rang out in their ears, and the footsteps rushed in a chaotic manner.

Banqin sat on the ground, pulling the dress in her hand indiscriminately, her eyes were full of colorful variegation, she couldn't see or hear anything.

How so? How so?

There were many people standing in the yard, pointing at the house.

A woman put the dress in her hand still on the ground, looking at the kneeling Banqin with a heavy expression.

"What's going on?" She asked.

A servant woman next to her hurriedly stepped forward.

"Mother Jiang, it's all our pulp laundry's fault." She said with an uneasy look on her face.

"It's not your fault, or is it ours?" Mother Jiang shouted coldly.

The servants on both sides were silent.

"I can't hide this from Mrs., what do you say, think about it yourself." Mother Jiang said lightly, raised her feet and left.

The rest of the room rushed to send him away, and two other servants set up Banqin to follow.

Along the way, a crowd of people attracted a lot of attention, and the discussion could not be heard, she staggered away, tears rolling down.

How to say? How to say?

She made a mistake, what to say?

"You were wrong, you shouldn't have said so much to yourself."

"What should the slave do?"

"Say, don't call the shots, let them come to me."

"For what? How to push the lady? ”

"Because, I'm your lady."

The last time she was wrong, she was ignorant, but she was taught by her mother.

This time she made a mistake and remembered what her mother taught, but she had no lady to rely on.

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At the end of the month, I began to ask for votes, everyone has a ticket in their hands, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, every pink ticket is not only related to my ranking this month, but also determines the total ranking at the end of the year, no matter how much is not too much, Xie Lu Xie, because I can't write a year no matter how long the number of words in each book is, if you want to earn the year-end ranking, you can only rely on the usual more votes, Xie Lu Xie, Xie Lu Xie, if you have it, support it. (To be continued......)