Chapter 34: The Beautiful Day (4)

Du Siniang sat on the soft couch by the window, holding a piece of delicately made jade cicada in her palm, she pulled the thin blanket covering her legs, and rubbed the smooth and round jade cicada nostalgically. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Info thought about the somewhat silly look he had when he first saw him, and couldn't help but sneer lowly.

There were bursts of abuse outside the door as always, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually became stiff, and she sighed secretly in her heart, and a thought was shouting like a devil in her mind.

At the beginning, Li Jia used money to spread around, and the old bustard didn't complain too much about the face of the money. Sitting and eating in the air, the two have known each other for more than a year, Li Jia gradually became cystic and empty, his hands were not careful, and there was not much money left in Beijing. The old bustard's face immediately changed, and he felt that his own girl was messing with Li Jia, and other rich families came to visit, but he couldn't see each other, and he saw that this cash cow had become a money-losing product.

The old bustard didn't knock on the door, he broke in directly, and when he saw Du Shi Niang's leisurely appearance, he was angry.

"Mom's ......"

Du Siniang clenched her hands tightly, carefully hid the jade cicada, lifted the thin blanket and got up to salute.

"Alright, alright...... Don't fix all this nonsense. The old bustard waved his hand impatiently, sat down with a neat ass, glanced at Du Shi Niang, who looked lazy, reached out and pinched a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, and reprimanded while spitting out the core: "Sister, when are you going to send that Li Gongzi away?" ā€

Du Siniang took a deep breath, suppressed the boredom rising in her heart, walked over with a swallowed voice, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over with a smile: "What does mom mean by this?" Then Li Gongzi is a guest, if we kick people out and let other people know, won't they laugh at us. ā€

The old bustard took a sip, slammed the teacup on the table, a few drops splashed out, and fell on the embroidered cloth, and shouted: "The old lady is doing this to make a living, why do you still want the old lady to raise him as an idler?" ā€

"We do this kind of business, which is to send the old at the front door and welcome the new at the back door, so that the money can be stacked. But look at it, in the year Li Jia came, not to mention the new customers, even the old customers have been broken, where is this to attract customers, it is simply to raise an old Zhong Kui. ā€

The old bustard glanced at Du Siniang, who was sitting there with her head bored, she clearly didn't take her words to heart, her left ear went in, her right ear came out, she drank tea with a dry mouth, moistened her throat, and continued to play her lips and tongue.

"Look at the old lady, what has become of this smoke and rain pavilion? There is no gas and no smoke. ā€

Now that the skin has been torn to this point, there is no need to pretend. Du Siniang slowly raised her head, looked at the old bustard's flying appearance, and said in a cold voice: "Then Li Gongzi also spent a lot of money on his mother, has he ever been a little short?" ā€

The old bustard was stunned by her cold voice, obviously didn't expect her to talk back, reacted, was so angry that she lost her mind, slapped the table, and roared angrily: "Okay, you Du Yu, the old lady will raise you and raise your little white face for your little hoof." Okay, if you have the ability, you ask him to take out some silver taels, and the old lady will let you two go, and you will do whatever you like when the time comes. ā€

Du Shi Niang was overjoyed, but her face did not show a look: "What Mom said is true?" ā€

"Although the old lady has no conscience, what she says definitely counts."

"How much money does mom want from him?" Du Siniang asked tentatively.

The corner of the old bustard's mouth hooked up a smile, raised his eyebrows, and said mockingly: "Since it is the concubine who intercedes for him, then three hundred taels, three days later, one hand to pay the money, the other hand to the person." ā€

"Just like my mother said, Li Gongzi is now poor and white, and three days will inevitably make people think that you are not sincere, ten days is good?"

"Okay, then ten days, if you can't get the silver taels by then, then don't blame the old lady for being ruthless."

Du Siniang took out a pen and paper and put it on the table: "Mom said that there is no evidence, and when the time comes, there will be three hundred taels of silver, but you won't let go, and we have no way, so I ask my mother to write a note, and we will save some of us from paying the bill." ā€

The old bustard's chest rose and fell, and the obedient cat had turned into a shrewd tiger, and she pulled the pen and paper in one go, without a pause.

Du Siniang picked up the rice paper full of handwriting, read it carefully, and smiled with satisfaction.

Looking at the faint smile on the corner of Du Shi Niang's mouth, the old bustard realized the way of this girl, and secretly regretted it, but there was nothing to be done.

"Mom, don't bother Li Gongzi in the next ten days, your daughter will bring it." Du Siniang bowed her head slightly, and said extremely reverently, the angry old bustard almost vomited blood and died.

"Look, there's nothing to do, ah......?" When the bustard opened the door, he saw the bustling crowd of people gathered to watch the excitement, gritting his teeth and roaring, as if he wanted to vent all the anger he had received from Du Shi Niang.

The crowd dispersed.

It was getting late, Du Siniang picked the wick with a listless head, the candlelight jumped noisily, and the room suddenly became brighter. After she washed, she sat in front of the bronze mirror and removed the silk flowers inserted in her hair, and her black and shiny hair poured down, like fine brocade, and like a pair of smudged ink and blue.

Suddenly feeling that her hands were empty, she came back to her senses from her daze, raised her eyelids, stared at the figure reflected in the bronze mirror, smiled shallowly, and said softly: "I'm back." ā€

"Hmm." Li Jia nodded in response, carefully combing her long hair, moving gently.

"What were you thinking? So serious, I didn't even know when I came in. ā€

Du Shi Niang forcibly suppressed the joy in her heart, shook her head slightly, and decided to tell him the good news later, she blinked playfully: "It's nothing, there are interesting things outside today, let's hear about it." ā€

Li Jia's hand moved, remembering the letter that the scholar got back today, and sighed slowly, feeling lost in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Du Shi Niang found that Li Jia was a little absent-minded and worried, stood up, looked at his somewhat pale face, and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Li Jia's eyes were firmly fixed on Du Shi Niang, who looked more and more delicate in the dim candlelight, and reached out to rub her cheeks pityingly, not wanting her to worry, so he denied it.

Since he didn't want to say it, Du Siniang didn't ask relentlessly, she smiled, her eyebrows were crooked, she reached out to hold his slightly rough hand, and her face was slightly red: "Nuo, what do you think this is?" ā€

She placed a stack of square notes in Li Jia's palm and nodded at his puzzled frowning sword eyebrows.

Li Jia opened the note, carefully read the dense handwriting on it, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he actually stuttered a little when he spoke again: "This...... This...... Is it true...... Are you sure? ā€

Du Shi Niang looked at his stupid appearance, and couldn't help but sneer and nodded.

He hugged Du Siniang excitedly, happy like a child who got candy, and muttered: "Great, really good." ā€

The figures of the two embracing each other are reflected on the window coffin with paper-cuts, like a pair of mandarin ducks with their necks intersecting.