Is this to kill people?

The maid Qiujing knelt in front of Aunt Xu with a pale face, pulled the corner of her skirt and said, "Madam, please read that Qiujing has served you for so many years, and bypass Qiujing." Qiu Jing swore that he would never tell the second lady about it. ”

Suddenly, she shook her head again, cried and said, "No, no, what was Qiu Jing just now, I didn't hear anything just now, beg Mrs. to be gracious, Mrs. be gracious!" Ask Madame for mercy! ”

Aunt Xu stretched out her hand and slowly lifted Qiu Jing's chin, looked at this face that was worse than crying and mourning, and smiled indifferently.

"Ma'am?"

"Don't worry, it's not poison."

Qiu Jing raised her eyes and looked at Aunt Xu with wide eyes, looking incredulous.

"No, not poison?"

"Of course not, how can you say that you have served me for so many years, there is no credit and hard work, how can I treat you badly, drink it, although it is a little pitiful that you can't speak in the future, but at least you saved your life, didn't you?"

Is this a dumb medicine?

"Thanks... Madam. The maid Qiujing held the bowl with trembling hands, looked at the shadow in the decoction, and didn't dare to speak.

"Remember, after drinking it, don't give away half a sentence, Mrs. Ben remembers, you seem to be able to write a few words."

"Ahh Qiu Jing was shocked, so frightened that he almost spilled the decoction.

"If a fourth person knows about this, Mrs. Ben will finger you one by one, one by one..."

"I drink! I drink! Drink it now! Qiu Jing picked up the soup bowl in a panic and drank it, Aunt Xu hid the killing intent in her eyes, sat on the chair, and watched her roll on the ground in pain indifferently.

*

As the saying goes, people's hearts are unpredictable, and the world is unpredictable.

Now, it seems, that is indeed the case.

Yan Shunhua came out of the cloth workshop in despair, and couldn't help but look up at the unfamiliar signboard, remembering that when he was a child, he used to sit on his father's shoulder and watch him write smoothly - Yan Mansion, two big characters with iron and silver hooks.

Now, everything has changed.

But Yu Xiangfeng and what she painted were retained.

Oh my God, are you here to mock her?

She stretched out her hand and scratched the graffiti on the wall, reading as she walked: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

She couldn't help but take one last look and boom.

The sky suddenly condensed into a large dark cloud, as if it was about to rain.

Frightened, she quickly put away her hand.

Amazingly, the moment she put away her hand, the dark clouds condensed in the sky actually dispersed.

She looked up in surprise and looked at the dazzling sun, where the clouds and thunder and lightning were hallucinations that never appeared.

It's weird.

Has the poisonous oath been fulfilled?

Yan Shunhua had goosebumps all over her body, and she felt a little creepy.

But a strange scream interrupted her thoughts.

Grunt, grunt-

She hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning, no wonder her stomach kept ringing.

What a shame!

Yan Shunhua covered his face with his left hand, hugged his belly with his right hand, and made a gurgling sound from time to time in the surprised eyes of passers-by. It's very funny.

"That little brother, you're hungry, do you want to buy a bun to fill your stomach?"

The one who opened his mouth was an old man with almost no teeth missing, who looked nearly seventy years old, smiling and very kind.

"Grandpa, how do you sell this bun?"

"Don't worry, my buns are the cheapest." He took out the steaming meat bun from the steamer and handed it to Yan Shunhua.

Yan Shunhua took the bun and took a sweet bite, "It's delicious." ”

Sure enough, everything tastes good when she's hungry, and this is probably the best bun she's ever tasted.

"Ten cents a piece."

Yan Shunhua stopped biting the bun and confirmed again: "How much?" ”

"Ten Wen." The old man was still smiling.

The aroma on this bun dissipated instantly, and she suddenly lost her appetite.

Liqiancheng's buns are so expensive, she only has five cents!

This time, it's time to eat the overlord meal.

The dignified lady of the Yan family actually ate the overlord meal for five cents?!

Spread out, like words?

"Boss, I only have five cents, can I owe it first..."

"What? Eat a bun and want to take credit! The old man immediately put away his smile, and his eyes instantly widened tenfold. Young man, look at you with hands and feet, you look like a human, and you still want to eat overlord meals! Someone! Someone bullies the old man and eats buns without paying! ”

Yan Shunhua was dumbfounded, the old man shouted hard, and in the blink of an eye, this place was surrounded by a sea of people, judging Yan Shunhua one by one.

There is also an aunt who said to her children, "Xiao Ming, don't learn from this kind of person when you grow up, you are so poor that you eat steamed buns on credit, and you bully the elderly." You know? ”

"Got it." The child nodded cutely, then looked at Yan Shunhua and spat out.

There is really a 'tutor', who actually teaches children to spit saliva.

Yan Shunhua was stunned and looked at his 'dirty' robe with a new stain.

The spiritual old man was still shouting loudly, and Yan Shunhua, who was embarrassed, only had to walk through the crowd to come to him, and whispered in his ear: "You still have so many buns, it should be difficult to sell them all at once, if I help you sell these dozen drawers of buns now, can you cheapen me for five cents." ”

"Young man, this cowhide is blowing big, although the old man is old and has never read, but he also knows the truth of being a down-to-earth person, how can so many buns be..."

"Wait, don't speak." She raised her index finger to her lips and hurried to the middle of the crowd.

Shouted to the sky!

"The boss is stupid! Buy three buns and get four free, buy nine get ten free, and buns with thin skin and thick meat are only sold for twenty-five yuan, only today, buy more and get more! ”

"It's... Your buns are a bit expensive, aren't they, gold-inlaid and sold for twenty-five dollars? The aunt who had just taken the child stretched out her palm and made a big comparison of five in Yan Shunhua.

"It's worth twenty-five dollars, come and see, this bun in my hand, the skin is not only thin, but also well-proportioned, the meat filling inside, the taste is delicate, even, and the taste is sweet, with milky white noodles, eat a bite, rare in the world, and then take a bite, not afraid of white heads."

Yan Shunhua asked for a mouthful of it and circled the buns to ensure that everyone could smell the fragrance of the meat filling.

The yellow-clothed uncle drooled and asked, "Do you give a hundred if I buy a hundred?"

Self-support!

Yan Shunhua said affirmatively: "Believe me, if you buy a hundred, I will ask the boss to send you a hundred and one!" ”

When the old man heard this, he stopped obeying and hurriedly shouted, "How can that work!" Don't talk nonsense, boy, you're going to lose money! Don't send it, don't..."

When the aunt hears it, the old man will lose money and take advantage of it!

hurriedly rushed over and shouted at the old man: "Ten buns, remember to pack twenty-one for me, one less, and I'll go to the yamen to sue you!" ”

Seeing that the aunt was in the lead, the others were also in a hurry, and they rushed forward, and after a while, the old man's buns were sold out.

"How can this be done, he said he was going to send it."

Looking at the swirling steamer lid on the ground, the old man sat on the ground with an aggrieved face, looking like he was about to cry.

"Old man, can you count the money?"

"How to count, how many can there be, how much can you make by selling like you!? Ironclad is earning half less than usual. The old man complained word by word, so angry that his neck was red, and he was about to rot, when a large bag of money suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Now you can count it."

The old man held the money, and the whole person was stunned.

This bag of money is more than twice as heavy as when the stall is usually closed, and he opened the money bag in surprise, looking at the full hanging money, and suddenly he was blinded.

Yan Shunhua squatted down, looked at him and smiled softly: "Don't worry, you can't pay for it." ”

"How can it be...... "The old man didn't need to count to know that there were more than usual, "if, if I sell like this every day, wouldn't I be rich?" ”

"That's not going to work!"

"Why?" The old man is puzzled, how can there be a reason not to make money?

Yan Shunhua squatted down, patiently, and analyzed with the old man.

"The junior will give you an analysis, you have a bun for ten yuan, three buns, you can sell it for thirty yuan, now sell it for twenty-five yuan a piece, and give two for it, are you losing five yuan?"

The old man nodded and asked suspiciously, "But now I don't lose money, but I have made a profit." What's going on? ”

"That's because they buy more than three, so you'll only make money, you won't lose money, but once they find out, the more they buy, the more money they spend, do you think there are still people who want to patronize you?"

The old man shook his head and nodded again.

"So, in the future, you will still take the road of doing business and making steamed buns honestly, and you can also prosper in business. However, since the price has been raised, your buns can be sold more expensive in the future. ”

Yan Shunhua left with this sentence, the old man was still stunned in the stall, he strongly doubted that he had met the God of Wealth today.

Buns are usually sold for ten cents, but they can still raise the price?

Suddenly, he slapped himself, hugged the money bag tightly, and smiled, "I didn't dream, I didn't dream." Haha, get rich, get rich! ”

That day, when he came home from the stall, his wife was holding a heavy money bag, suspecting that he had learned to gamble, and the old man said that he had met the God of Wealth, but his wife didn't believe it, and finally scolded him all night.

*

Seeing that the sky was getting dark and there was no money on him, Yan Shunhua, who was troubled, squatted down in the corner of the wall, planning to carefully sort out his thoughts, he might have to sleep on the street tonight, and he would rent a carriage to worship tomorrow.

But now I can't even afford to buy sacrifices.

It's miserable!

Suddenly, a crisp click sounded in front of her.

Yan Shunhua raised his eyes and just saw a copper coin rolling to the tip of his shoe.

"Huh?" She frowned and snorted.

"What, too little?"

This kind-hearted man with a pockmarked face threw another copper coin at her feet.

"Master is not a beggar." Yan Shunhua looked up at his face, and suddenly remembered someone, "Ah! Qihua? Is Lin Qihua you? Great, hometown acquaintance! ”

"Who are you, you know me?" Lin Qihua asked cutely.

"It's me, Yan Shunhua." She tried to wipe the ash from her face, and leaned forward to let him take a closer look.

Lin Qihua narrowed his small eyes, looked left and right, crossed his fat waist, and asked, "But, Shunhua is a girl!" Same name and surname? ”

Alas, I almost forgot, this brother was a little stupid when he was a child.

How would she explain to him that she was dressed as a man?

It's over, it's over, he's leaving?!