"Childe, what did you want to say just now?"

The middle-aged woman also looked at Jing Zhe and asked.

“……”

Jing Zhe's face turned red.

I just blew up my identity, and the effect of pretending to be forced can be full.

But now...

Jing Zhe was a little hesitant, but after a while, he still mustered up his courage: "Don't hide it from Mrs., it's Ah Kun below!" ”

“……”

There was silence at the scene, and after a moment the pot exploded.

"You're Ah Kun?"

"Another impersonator!"

"Hehe, what do I say?"

Immediately after, words of disdain and ridicule rang out.

"I'm really Ah Kun!"

Jing Zhe pulled his throat and said dissatisfied.

"How?"

“……”

After living for so many years, it was the first time that I encountered this kind of problem of how to prove that I was me, and Jing Zhe was a little speechless for a while.

"Look, you can't prove it, why do you say you are?"

"This person has a problem for a long time, and I found out as soon as I entered the door!"

"With a slender pole and long strips, how can it be Ah Kun's son?"

Jing Zhe was angry and yelled: "Then I'll write a poem for you Drunken Dream Building, you can always prove it, right?" Let the readers in the city verify it! ”

After speaking, I began to use my brain, trying to find a poem of high quality - at least not worse than the previous one, but with a suitable mood to prove myself.

"Childe, don't bother."

While he was pondering, the middle-aged woman stood up: "Even if the son makes it, we don't have any extra silver to buy, and the old man feels that it is not necessary." ”

Between Jing Zhe and the beautiful woman, the middle-aged woman naturally prefers to believe more women, after all, they are their own people.

Since they have described the appearance of Ah Kun Gongzi, as long as they are not blind, they can distinguish the huge difference between the young man in front of them and Ah Kun Gongzi, and let him compose poems, which is a waste of time.

And I heard that Gongzi Ah Kun is the guest of Gongzi Lin, so I am afraid that there will be no chance to contact him.

After the middle-aged woman who was in a bad mood finished speaking, she turned around and went upstairs and waved her hand, "Yuexiang, close the door and send off guests!" ”

"Yes, ma'am!"

“……”

……

"What dogs, how many places?"

"There is a deep malice towards the pretenders!"

"No wonder you can't do Chunshui Building!"

Jing Zhe scolded and withdrew from the Drunken Dream Building, and decided not to set foot in this place again.

His original plan was to make ice to sell to Chunshui Building, which was a direct sale, and there was no middleman to make the difference, and it was a lot of worry.

After falling out with the old bustard, he retreated and wanted to sell it to Zuimenglou, which was also direct sales, and it could also disgust Chunshui Lou, killing two birds with one stone.

But after the defeat in the drunken dream building, he made up his mind to stop engaging in direct sales and direct retail.

When he sells his name, then someone else will come to beg him!

was sullen all the way, and the scared Han didn't dare to interject.

The efficiency of the fat balls is still very high, Jing Zhe thought that a house full of saltpeter would have to be transported for at least a day, but by the time he arrived home at noon, all the saltpeter had been pulled back.

The fat balls sat on the door platform to rest, and when they saw Jing Zhe coming back, they immediately stood up.

"Young village master, it's all gone!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

Jing Zhe nodded, "Sure enough, it's still your professional!" ”

Fat Ball smiled and said curiously: "Where did the young master go?" ”

"Oh, I went to the Spring Water Building."

"Spring Water Building?"

Fat Ball's eyes widened when they heard these three words.

"Oh, I went to the Drunken Dream Building again!"

"Drunken Dream Building..."

This time, Fat Ball almost gritted his teeth and said it.

When we moved the soil, you went to the Qinglou, it was especially daylight, and the two of you went shopping, and there was no reason for it?

Looking at Hanhan's eyes, he was even more envious, jealous and hateful.

Jing Zhe walked around the house, while thinking about the next work and the amount of silver he would need to spend.

I earned fifty taels by selling poems, but I used forty taels to buy a house and saltpeter, and then I bought mutton and wine, and now there are less than ten taels left.

The first pot of gold in retail is crucial!

Jing Zhe patted Fat Ball's shoulder: "I thought you would have to work for a day, but I didn't expect it to be over in less than half a day, it's really hard!" In that case—"

Fat Ball and several people looked up at Jing Zhe, their hearts, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling: Are you going to take us to the Qinglou?

"Then you can do it in the afternoon!"

“……”

Fat Ball promised that if Jing Zhe was not the owner of the village, he would let him know that his big ass of more than 200 pounds was not a vegetarian.

"What? Don't want to? ”

Seeing that several people were not in a high mood, Jing Zhe asked.

“……”

Still no one answered.

"Forget it, you can't do it, go back to the mountain in the afternoon! I'll tell Hanhan to call some people down again! ”

Fat Ball held his head high and didn't speak, thinking to himself that this way to do it, I would have wanted to go back to the mountain for a long time!

"It's just a pity, I was going to take you to the place where men want to go at night, so I can only let others go!"

Jing Zhe shook his head with a look of pity.

"Don't! Young village master, capable! We can do it! ”

"yes, where is that?"

"The young master of the village let us do it! Whoever doesn't let you do it is in a hurry! ”

A few people who were still wilting just now were instantly enthusiastic.

"Okay, then let's go to dinner first, and then get busy after eating, and when we're done in the evening, we'll be together... Hey, hey, hey..."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The men smiled innocently.

"You can't tell my eldest sister when you go back to the mountain!"

"No, we all know the rules, hehehe..."

Fat Ball assured.

……

Jing Zhe's house is in a good location, and it has been uninhabited for many years, and suddenly there are people, so naturally he can't escape the eyes of the surrounding neighbors.

After a brief meal at noon, when he passed the door of the watermelon shop, the guy from before stopped Jing Zhe.

"You bought this house?"

He asked with a pouting diagonally across the corner.

"yes."

"Yes, it's a lot of money! What are you going to do when you buy it? ”

The guy inquired casually.

"It's similar to my brother's place, and I also sell some products to cool off."

"Cool off?"

The man's eyes widened, "The melons in this city have all been taken by my son-in-law, what else can you sell to cool off the heat?" ”

Jing Zhe smiled: "Do you sell mung bean soup?" ”

After listening to him, the tension on the guy's face no longer existed, and he sneered twice, "Mung bean soup is such a thing, just cook it at home, who would be stupid enough to come out and buy it?" Besides, what do you earn for a bowl of penny things? ”

"We don't sell mung bean soup for a penny, we only sell it for a hundred!"

When the guy heard this, he thought that Jing Zhe was deliberately teasing him, after all, he had only sold him a watermelon worth 100 wen the day before yesterday.

"A hundred wen? You go sell it! You can sell a bowl, and your surname is your name! ”

With that, the man went into the house in a huff.

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