Chapter 315: The Mountain Chief Comes to the Door

The audience hated Song Zhiyan to death, and hated to destroy him humanely. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info can't do it, if you want to know whether Guo Jing wins or loses in the third game at the first time, and whether you can hold the beauty, you have to listen to this nasty ghost tell the story.

Since receiving the exact news, Song Zhiyan will tell stories during this period, and countless melon-eating people have flocked to him. It is also thanks to Zhao Sanniang that she is the owner of the teahouse, so she can have a place to sit in the overcrowded teahouse. You know, it's hard to find one here these days, and many people have to stand and listen.

Suddenly, Zhao Sanniang stood up, didn't want melon seeds and seats, and rushed to the gate of the teahouse.

"Chief Sishan, why are you here? Please, please come inside quickly. ”

The name of the person who came was Si Nanting, who was the current head of Taoshan Academy.

Because Zhao Siniang's house is now very close to Taoshan Academy, and Zhao Sanniang runs to check on Zhao Sanlang's brother's post from time to time, she has seen Si Nanting a few times, and even said a few words to him.

At this time, seeing Si Nanting come to the door in person, Zhao Sanniang hurriedly greeted him.

It can't be those two rabbit cubs who are causing trouble in the academy, right? The mountain chief has come to the door in person, how big should this disaster be? Will you be ordered to drop out of school? If you really want to drop out of school, what should you do, won't her 10,000 taels of silver and the extra gift be in vain?

At this time, Zhao Sanniang's heart was turning over the river and the sea, and countless thoughts kept surging up, the more she thought about it, the more sad she became, and the more she thought about it, the more it was not a taste, but she had to accompany the smiling face to receive the mountain chief.

Hey, who let her have those two younger brothers? Zhao Sanniang sighed in her heart.

"Oops, there's no place. Or please go and sit at my house, my house is not far from here, and it is clean. ”

As soon as she turned around, Zhao Sanniang's previous seat was occupied, and she had to ask Si Nanting to move to her home.

Si Nanting smiled and said, "Although your house is close, you can't hear the storytelling, right?" You just have to go about your business, I don't care, just find a place to stand and listen. ”

Belch? The mountain chief didn't come to complain to his parents, but actually came to hear the story.

Knowing that the 10,000 taels of silver were not blind in vain, Zhao Sanniang immediately smiled so much that she couldn't see her teeth, and she very kindly invited Si Nanting to go upstairs.

The upstairs box was already full, but there was still an empty hut where the shopkeeper rested.

It should be noted that there are such lounges in the slightly larger teahouses and restaurants of Zhao Siniang's house, but they are not specially designed for Song Zhiyan's guy.

Before Zhao Sanniang moved, there was such a lounge in the teahouse she frequented, and she often sat in it to listen to books. But after moving here, she disliked Song Zhiyan's noise, and would rather go downstairs to squeeze a table with the guests than come to sit in the lounge.

Now that the mountain chief is here, he naturally has to entertain him well, where can he take care of whether Song Zhiyan is annoying or not, so the mountain chief invited him to sit in this not bad room.

Fortunately, I didn't see Song Zhiyan's stinky shameless one in the house, and Zhao Sanniang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a little smaller, but you can hear the story very clearly." Zhao Sanniang pushed open the inner window facing the podium of the teahouse and said.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Sanniang's voice fell, a noisy voice came from outside the window.

Although she really wanted to ask Si Nanting about Zhao Sanlang's performance in the academy, and at the same time wanted to stay and listen to the story, but Si Nanting was only in her first year this year, and she was barely a big girl, so it was really inconvenient to share a room with him.

So, after asking Qing Si Nanting what kind of tea he liked to drink, Zhao Sanniang hurriedly retreated.

As soon as Zhao Sanniang finished instructing the guys to send Si Nanting what tea and snacks, Song Zhiyan's voice sounded behind her: "Isn't he just a mountain chief?" Look at how you stammer! I don't know, I thought it was the emperor Lao Tzu who came! ”

I don't know if it's Zhao Sanniang's illusion, but recently she always feels that Song Zhiyan is always dangling beside her, and from time to time she floats over silently like a ghost.

Zhao Sanniang said angrily: "Yes, I'm stammering, what's wrong?" My two stupid brothers are still studying under him, don't you stammer? And you, too, have to stammer him. After stammering with him and letting him say a good word to you, do you still have to worry that your stationery store has no business? Still not a guest? ”

Song Zhiyan snorted and said, "Our shop has always been like a guest, and I have never been worried!" You don't have to slap him! ”

Zhao Sanniang raised her eyebrows and said: "The guest is like a cloud, and you are still good?" Heh, what is the account book you handed over to me two days ago, I haven't asked you to settle the account yet! The business has been done like that, are you embarrassed to talk about it here, and you are not ashamed? ”

Song Zhiyan was aggrieved, and said busily: "Business has been very good last month!" In the last few days at the end of the month, it was a little bit worse. But isn't that the paper mill rushing to supply Su Ji, and there is no supply to me? It's out of stock, so how do I do business? I'm just a good woman, it's hard to cook without rice! ”

Song Zhiyan is talking nonsense with his eyes open, the accounts of the stationery store last month are really miserable, where is the matter of the last few days at the end of the month.

Song Zhiyan saw that Zhao Sanniang was still staring at her coldly, so he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and quibbled: "Okay, I really haven't taken much care of the stationery store business recently, but I have my difficulties!" You see, in addition to the stationery shop, I also have to manage such a large teahouse, and I also have to be responsible for storytelling. A few days ago, you gave me another job and told me to keep an eye on the newly opened printing workshop to see if there were any problems in the workshop. Tell me, with so much work, I don't have three heads and six arms, just one person and two hands, can I be busy? Even if something goes wrong, it's inevitable. ”

In order to prevent Song Zhiyan from having the opportunity to annoy herself, Zhao Sanniang desperately arranged work for Song Zhiyan. At first, she didn't think that at first, but now that she heard Song Zhiyan say this, she also felt that she was too much and a little embarrassed.

Zhao Sanniang coughed lightly twice, and was about to speak, when the guy from the teahouse ran over and yelled, "My big shopkeeper, why are you still here?" Hurry up, go down and tell the story! If you don't go, the guests will have to lift the roof of our teahouse! ”

As soon as she heard the guy say this, Zhao Sanniang didn't want to say anything, and hurriedly urged Song Zhiyan to hurry downstairs and tell the story.

Although Zhao Sanniang had already read the script, she still wanted to listen to the story this time, but she couldn't find a suitable seat, so she simply leaned on the wall on the second floor and stood and listened.

The time of this storytelling is not short, and it takes more than half an hour to talk about it. But Song Zhiyan's speech was so exciting, Zhao Sanniang didn't feel tired after standing for so long.