What Zhao Yongzhong said made Zhao Sanniang angry, and she almost didn't rush over to cover her father's mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Where are the relatives? Don't say that Zhao Chenglan has been retired by the Xu family, even if Zhao Chenglan is still in the Xu family, he will not recognize Zhao Chenglan's in-laws as relatives. His own father is too unparticular, and he treats everyone as a relative.

However, in the end, due to the large number of people, Zhao Sanniang was embarrassed to go crazy on the spot, so she endured it.

In fact, there is another very important reason why she can endure it, that is, she has always remembered the kindness of the Xu family to her back then.

Zhao Sanniang remembered that Xu Jiye treated their sisters and brothers well back then, and every time he accompanied Zhao Chenglan back to his parents' house, he would give them a few pieces of candy to eat.

Now Zhao Siniang's family holds the dry shares of Su Ji Sugar Mill, and they also have a candy workshop, as long as Zhao Sanniang speaks, they can transfer the sugar into a car at any time. In her eyes, sugar is no longer a rarity.

But back then, their sisters and brothers couldn't eat a few pieces of candy all year round, and Xu Jiye gave them enough candy to make them happy for several days, which was a bright spot in their gloomy childhood.

In view of this kindness, she turned a blind eye and rented the shop to the Xu family for a long time. But, that's all, relatives or something, she will resolutely not admit it. After all, thinking that the Xu family was Zhao Chenglan's mother-in-law, she still felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

After lunch, Zhao Yongzhong and his wife stayed at Song's house to continue chatting, Zhao Sanniang didn't have this kind of idle time, she had to rush back to busy with business as soon as possible.

There are so many businesses in the family, even though there are many shopkeepers to help take care of them, many things still need to be done by Zhao Sanniang herself. Especially tomorrow is the second day of the new year, and it is the day when the shopkeepers from all over the place come to hand over the account books, and she has to go back and think about whether there is anything to explain to those shopkeepers.

When Zhao Sanniang's car passed through Jiashan Street in the south of the city, she asked the coachman to take a shortcut in order to hurry. As soon as the car turned into an alley, it encountered more than a dozen little hairy children blocking the way.

I saw that almost every dozen or so hairy children had a bamboo pole in their hands, even if they didn't have a bamboo pole, they also held a broom, and no matter how bad they were, they were carrying a feather duster.

Are these little ghosts going to learn from the green forest thieves to block the road and rob?

Zhao Sanniang has read too much of the book, and often thinks too much.

However, today, the imagination of these little ghosts is obviously richer than Zhao Sanniang's, and they are lined up according to their height, starting from the tallest one: "The Yang family is here!" He shouted in turn, all the way to Yang Jiahachilang. The funniest thing is that the yellow-haired girl standing at the end of the line actually claimed to be Mrs. She with a broom.

It's probably not the first time these children have done this kind of thing, they seem to be very experienced, they run away after shouting, they don't love fighting, and they don't give Zhao Siniang's coachman a chance to reprimand them at all.

The corners of Zhao Sanniang's mouth couldn't help twitching, and she muttered in a low voice: "These little ghosts are stupid to watch plays, they like acting so much, why don't they go and set up a grass stage to sing?" ”

Today, the driver of Zhao Sanniang's surname is Mao, and he is known as Lao Maotou. Don't look at him who is almost fifty years old, his back has begun to hunch due to years of heavy physical labor, but his ears are still very pointed, and he heard Zhao Sanniang's muttering clearly.

The old man laughed and said: "Second Miss, these little ghosts can't be like this when watching a play, Xiangfangyuan's "Yang Jiajiang" is still being rehearsed, and it has not been officially sung yet, where can they watch it?" Eighty percent of them were fascinated by the story, and they couldn't help but run out to pretend to be the Eight Tigers of the Yang family and the old Fengjun! ”

Zhao Sanniang heard what the old man said, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Mao, what's the matter, have you also heard of the Yang family?" ”

The old man's voice suddenly raised three degrees and said, "Of course I've heard of it!" Now there are still a few people in our city who have never heard of the Yang family, and even our eight-year-old little leather monkey has heard of it. ”

According to Lao Maotou, his youngest grandson has been running under the nearby overpass every day since he asked the child next door to talk about the Yang general, and listened to the storyteller there talk about the Yang family. Don't look at the storyteller's lectures three times a day, in fact, the content of the three lectures is the same every day, but just like that, his little grandson still has to listen to all the stories before he goes home, and sometimes he can't even bother to come back to eat. His little grandson not only loves to listen, but he also loves to tell, and every night he retells the stories he heard during the day to his family, who are his loyal listeners.

Zhao Sanniang is strange, "Yang Jiajiang" is not a script in the market, it was written by Jiang Helianzi for her family, only her storyteller should tell this story in the whole world, how can the storyteller under the overpass also tell it?

Zhao Sanniang didn't know that there was a kind of behavior called piracy, and the guests in her teahouse would spread it around when they heard it well, and after it reached the ears of some storytellers, they would come to listen to it, and then talk about it after listening. In the whole process, they don't have to spend another penny except for some tea money.

But she vaguely realized that "Yang Jiajiang" seemed to be very popular, and she couldn't think of how popular it was.

The next day, when the shopkeeper Tong of Tongfu Teahouse sent the account book of last month, she really realized how popular "Yang Jiajiang" was.

"Yang Jiajiang" was officially taught in the Tongfu Teahouse on the 15th of last month. In the first five days, the turnover of Tongfu Tea House did not change much, from the sixth day, the turnover began to rise gradually, and by the thirteenth day, the average attendance rate of Tongfu Tea House reached ten percent for the first time.

Full capacity is not the end, and the heat is still rising. It is said that in the past few days, there have even been guests who have stood under the eaves outside the teahouse and waited for their seats, despite the hot weather.

The shopkeeper Tong asked Zhao Sanniang that the number of storytelling sessions in the teahouse every day has increased from three to five, and the closure has been delayed by an hour. But even so, there are still many customers who can't wait for their seats. Why not build a pergola outside the tea house, so that you can receive more guests?

Zhao Sanniang didn't answer, the shopkeeper Tong asked again, and Zhao Sanniang, who had been stunned, came back to her senses.

Zhao Sanniang thought about it carefully, and did not reply to the shopkeeper Tong's request first, but asked Mr. Cheng that he had to talk five times a day in the teahouse recently, and his voice could still hold it.

Shopkeeper Tong's face was a little strange, and he wrung his brows and struggled for a while before he said: "Actually, Mr. Cheng still talks three times a day, and the other two are always Song Zhiyan's words." Song Zhiyan didn't want to be paid, and he moved out of Miss Jiang as an excuse, and there was ...... He spoke really well, so I let him try. ”

Zhao Sanniang was a little surprised, and said secretly: This guy is addicted to storytelling? I'll just say, yesterday Jiang Helianzi's medical hall opened, why didn't Song Zhiyan, who likes to be lively, go to Tongfu Teahouse to be a storyteller.