"Walk slowly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Qing Zhi said lightly, turned around and prepared to go back.

It took a lot of time to be troubled by Wang Shoucai, and Chen Zinan must have complained again.

The master of her family, as long as it doesn't go his way, will get angry, so he won't care what is unspeakable behind it.

Seeing her walking back with a calm face, the shopkeeper of Jubaozhai had doubts, and he didn't know why, he actually opened his mouth to stop her, maybe it was the small words in the path just now, which made him mistakenly think that the friendly relationship with Qingzhi was pulled in a little bit. Or maybe Qing Zhi confronted Wang Shoucai just now, making him think that Qing Zhi did this to help him.

"Well, you don't have to argue with the bookkeeper like this in order to help me ask for the hundreds of taels of silver, in fact, I am not in a hurry to use the money."

He looked at Qing Zhi and said.

Although it is said that if you lose the big guest of the Guozhang Mansion, you will be wiped out.

But a huge jewelry store is not so big that it can't turn around because of a few hundred taels of silver.

After speaking, seeing Qing Zhi's indifferent eyes, he regretted it again.

After living a handful of years, he is not a person who has never seen the world, but he has repeatedly lost his temper in front of Qingzhi, in the final analysis, Qingzhi is still too young, and she is a woman, so it is inevitable that she will be a little unconcerned in her heart, and in the process of getting along, she will be a little lax, and she will forget how to get along.

"Shopkeeper, what I said to you just now, I hope you can take every word to heart."

"Huh?"

"Each performs his own duties, and everything is safe."

After speaking, she left the shopkeeper with a confused face, and turned around and motioned for Xiangzi to close the door.

She doesn't want everyone to understand her mind, just don't make a mess for her, if you really want to make trouble, please find a remote place that has nothing to do with her, die quietly, and don't implicate her.

To put it bluntly, Wang Shoucai is just a slave.

But after a few coincidences, he is half a master, for that breath, offended an old man in the age of sixties, what good is it for her.

has long been sold into slavery, and the so-called dignity and self-esteem are not as important as a full meal for Qingzhi.

A few ugly words, she shouted to the sky and grabbed the ground, and grabbed the ground with her head, then she served by Chen Zinan's side, and she should have died a thousand times of grievances.

However, Qingzhi doesn't feel that she is a person who lives aggrieved, because she thinks that she has a very small heart, and if she is wronged, she will not hide aside and feel sorry for herself like her little daughter-in-law.

Turning the corner and walking to the kitchen, in the late autumn afternoon, although the sun has not yet set, the sun is covered by thick cumulus clouds, and the whole sky is gray, giving people an indescribable depression.

The kitchen is one of the few places she likes to stay, she likes Uncle Zhang, she also likes the pestle, the new Mozi and the cooks, she likes them all.

But because she doesn't go often, she rarely comes, even if she likes it.

Uncle Zhang took the kitchen out to buy supplements for autumn and winter, and the pestle sat on the low table, holding a brush in his hand, and grabbing his head vigorously; Mo Zi was on the side, urging impatiently, and neither of them noticed Qing Zhi approaching.

Seeing this, Qingzhi tiptoed over and reached out to pat Xiao Pestle's shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The little pestle screamed in fright, the brush in his hand was thrown around, the ink spilled on Mo Zi's body, and the ink inkstone on the low table was also overturned, and the entire low table and letter paper were black and crows, which looked extremely miserable.

"Sister Qing, it turned out to be you, scared me to death."

After the little pestle screamed, he turned his head to see Qingzhi and patted his heart and said.

"I was scared."

Qing Zhi let out a long breath, and the pestle looked small, but her voice was not small.

"Hello girl."

Mo Zi originally planned to run away, but when he saw Qing Zhi, he smirked again.

was thrown off a body of ink for no reason, from head to toe, and I don't know if it was Xiao Pestle's good kung fu or luck, but all the left was thrown on him.

He wiped his face, and the large mass of ink smeared, and his whole face went black.

"What are you doing?"

She smiled and looked over, and although the letter paper had been stained with ink, she could barely see the word "Xi'er".

"Brother Mo asked me to write a love affair for Xi'er...... Woohoo......"

Halfway through the pestle, Mozi's mouth was covered, and the ink-stained hands were on the pestle's face, and both of them became flower-faced cats.

Mo Zi smiled a little embarrassedly, no matter how the little pestle kicked his feet, he just wouldn't let go.

"What's wrong with Xi'er?"

If it was someone else, she didn't bother to pay attention to it, but when it came to Xi'er, she had to take care of it.

The pestle wanted to speak, but his mouth was covered so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Mo Zi's swarthy face turned red, and he looked away, not daring to look at Qing Zhi.

"If you don't let go, the little pestle will be covered by you."

Qing Zhi looked at Mo Zi helplessly, could it be that when she was busy with other things, something happened around her that she didn't know?

When Mo Zi heard this, he quickly let go, and the pestle grabbed his throat and coughed violently, slipped behind Qing Zhi, and stuck out his tongue and head towards Mo Zi.

"If you don't want to say it, let it be said."

It seems that someone has paid attention to Xi'er, so I have to ask her if she agrees.

"Yes, yes, let me say."

The small pestle poked out its head, was glared at by Mo Zi, and quickly retracted it.

Seeing this, Qingzhi pulled the small pestle and walked towards the water tank.

"Wash the cat's face, and then clean up the mess."

Otherwise, Uncle Zhang will come back later, and when he sees this situation, he will definitely be scolded, this is a heavy kitchen, if it is dirty and messy, and eats bad people, it will be troublesome.

The pestle is also well-behaved, obedient to wash his face.

In the face of children, Qing Zhi has enough patience, but in the face of Mo Zi, Qing Zhi's patience is not very enough.

She stood up, raised her head to look at Mo Zi, and asked with a smile, "Now, do you want to explain?" ”

Mo Zi cried with a sad face, although he was much taller than Qing Zhi, but in front of Qing Zhi, he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Miss Qing, don't tell Xi'er."

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to think about it."

Qingzhi clasped her arms with her hands, her eyes were sharp, she regarded Xi'er as her own sister, if anyone dared to beat Xi'er's idea, then she had to weigh whether she had the ability to snatch Xi'er from her hands.

"I like Xi'er and want to marry her."

Mo Zi scratched his head and whispered, compared to those hypocritical literati who are literary and sloppy, they are more straightforward than those reckless martial artists.

"Are you crazy, she's only twelve!"

Although she probably knew Mo Zi's thoughts, Qing Zhi was still a little angry when she came out of his mouth.

She watched Xi'er grow up, in her eyes, Xi'er has always been the little fool who only knows how to eat, and she never thought that she would one day grow up and get married.

"Thirteen in a month."

Mo Zi saw Qing Zhi's excited expression, and said with some grievances.

Fifteen and marrying someone is very normal, so at the age of thirteen, he is already half an adult, even if he has this mind, it is not too much. (To be continued.) )