"Boss, let's have a lean soup." A guest shouted as he stood in front of the shop.

When the boss saw that a guest was coming, he stopped chatting with Jing Mu and got up to greet the guest.

Jing Mu finished eating a lean meat soup and went to the bookstore.

At that time, Yiyitang was overcrowded, although there was a bloody case before, which was more or less unlucky, but who made Yiyitang have a good location?

He is the only bookstore in the nearby streets, and the books he sells are not found in other shops in southern Xinjiang.

Sometimes, people who don't have to live on these streets come to visit.

So, even in the most deserted time, there are many people.

Not lonely plans to find another person, when the business in the store is good, plus he is only three people, sometimes he is too busy.

But this shop is not just a shop, so even if it is recruiting people, you must be cautious, and you must not recruit a person who eats inside and outside, so as not to spoil the big thing of the son.

Jing Mu casually flipped through some of the arguments, and took a few famous collections of arguments and a few miscellaneous books, such as: "The Chronicles of the Regional Customs of the Min Dynasty", "On the Paddy Fields in the South of the Yangtze River", "Northern Xinjiang Folk Customs" and so on.

He moved the books to the counter and said, "Boss, check out!" ”

Bu Gu beat the abacus quickly, and added up the prices of the books brought by Jing Mu one by one: "Five taels of silver." ”

Then he wrapped the schoolbook very quickly, took a letterhead and put it inside, and said very enthusiastically: "This is the new letterhead from our store, and I will give a copy to the guest officer." The guest officer walks slowly, and you are welcome to come back next time. ”

Bu Gu's actions did not attract the attention of others, but the guests beside Jing Mu did not feel wrong after watching the whole process.

Old customers know that the shopkeeper of Yiyitang is very generous, and he has always loved to give guests something from time to time.

After Jing Mu thanked him, he made a stroke, and in a place where no one was, he opened his schoolbag, took out the letterhead inside, looked through them one by one, and found one with words without accident.

After Jing Mu read it, he tore it up until it was absolutely impossible to recover and see the words on it, and he still very carefully divided the confetti into several places and threw it away.

Cheng Yunmo came to the largest wood market in southern Xinjiang and asked many shops in a row, but he didn't buy pine.

Pine wood is produced in northern Xinjiang, and it is transported to southern Xinjiang for thousands of miles, not to mention the time and effort, and no one has bought it yet. Especially at present, it is fashionable to use chestnut wood as a tablet, and even coffin shops don't buy pine wood, so naturally few shops will sell it.

Cheng Yunmo went to about thirty or forty shops, but none of them sold pine.

Cheng Yunmo never expected that the first obstacle to her rebuilding the ancestral hall of the Chu clan was not the Yu family, nor was she impatient.

It's that you can't buy wood!

Did she really have to travel thousands of miles to the north for a few pieces of wood?

Are you kidding?

This time and again, I'm afraid she and the ceremony are about to arrive, right?

Cheng Yunmo was helpless, and discussed with the owner of the last wood shop: "Boss, where did you go to get wood?" Can you bring in some pieces of pine for me? ”

"Girl, we are small businesses, and the wood we enter is cut from the woods by farmers from the surrounding villages." The shopkeeper said.

Xu saw that Cheng Yunmo really wanted pine wood, so he suggested: "Not far from southern Xinjiang, it is southern Fujian. The Cheng family in southern Fujian is good at carving, and it is a family, so southern Fujian also buys wood. ”

"If the girl is really in a hurry, she might as well go to southern Fujian to try her luck. If it really doesn't work, it won't be too late to go to northern Xinjiang again. From southern Xinjiang to southern Fujian, it is only a matter of day and night. ”

Cheng Yunmo suddenly opened his mouth, and said very gratefully: "Thank you boss for your guidance!" ”

Why didn't she think of it?

Southern Fujian is very prosperous with some wood carving things, almost every adult will buy a few wood carvings for their children.

The wood carving in southern Fujian is a major feature, and most of the wood carvings in other places will not move, but southern Fujian is different.

For example: a little wooden man who can fight, a little wooden dog that can bite if he puts his finger in it, and a pony cart that can move.

These were originally from the Cheng family's plain carving workshop, but the Cheng family's children usually contact the carving homework, because they are integrated into the mechanism, so they become flexible and vivid.

Later, it was introduced to the market and was loved by many children, and gradually there were some wood carving shops to make these gadgets.

Therefore, southern Fujian has always had a great demand for wood.

Jing Mu changed back into Gongzimu's outfit, left the Yu family, and went straight to the largest flower building in southern Xinjiang - Huamanlou.

According to today's news from Bu Lonely, a son of the Wang family who is more ambitious and wants to compete for the throne of the Wang family will often appear here, singing in the Huamanlou every night.

Jing Mu entered the Huamanlou, and a smell of rouge gouache rushed to his face, and the taste was very thick, which made Jing Mu a little uncomfortable for a while.

Dressed in a wide cloak and wearing a mask on his face, Xu really didn't look like he was here to have fun, but more like he was here to smash the field.

But even if his influence is prohibitive enough, there are still beautiful girls who are pasted up one after another.

Jing Mu didn't plan to do anything in Huamanlou, it was nothing more than to chat with the son-in-law of the Wang family.

Jing Mu was a little uncomfortable with so many girls around, the more girls, the stronger the smell of rouge gouache, Jing Mu couldn't stand it and pushed all the girls around him away.

The girl who was pushed away was very unhappy, and said with a delicate and bitter voice: "Isn't Gongzi Wushuang here to have fun?" Why are you pushing our sisters away! Isn't the lady of the family strict? ”

Jing Mu ignored them and raised his leg to have it inside.

"Why did Childe run away, wasn't it because our sisters said that they were in their hearts?" The harsh words and delicate laughter successfully attracted the old bustard.

The old bustard used to be an oiran, but when he was older, he gradually retired, and used half of his life savings to buy this flower building, which can be regarded as a retirement for himself.

Although old age and decay, but a smile is amorous, there is a sense of seduction in it, this mature charm, like old wine, is beyond the reach of those green and beautiful people.

Jing Mu heard her laugh and said, "This master, but the girl here is not lovely enough, so that the master doesn't like it?" The slave family will introduce more lovely beauties to the master, okay? ”

Jing Mu turned his head and glanced at the old bustard, couldn't help frowning, took out a stack of silver tickets, and put them in the old bustard's arms: "Give me a clean one, okay?" ”

The old bustard was stunned and said, "Didn't you come to find the girl?" ”

"It's not."

About paid, when Jing Mu raised his legs and walked inside, no one stopped him. When he was about to go upstairs to the private room, there were some discordant noises faintly, and the old bustard stopped him: "Childe, these are all people who do things." ”

"Is there a private room?" Jing Mu asked lightly.

"Yes."

"Give me a private room, don't want a girl, and have a pot of tea to relieve the fire and calm down."

It was probably Jing Mu's request that seemed too strange in the flower building, and the old bustard smiled stiffly: "Isn't the son just here to drink tea?" If you're drinking tea, why not go to a teahouse? ”

"Do you have money to make?" Jing Mu looked at her quietly and asked rhetorically without any emotion.

After the old bustard was stunned, he smiled with a thousand styles: "Childe wait a while, the slave family will arrange it for Childe." ”

Jing Mu was treated by the maidservant to the private room, and then politely thanked him, and then spent some silver to let him help run his errands.

After that, he sat in the private room and drank tea quietly, and I have to say that Huamanlou is the largest place to have fun in southern Xinjiang, and the efficiency is quite high.

This tea is not the tea in the flower building at first glance, chrysanthemum tea, fresh and fire-relieving, and the flower building generally does not have such a thing.

Even if there is, it should be rarely used.

And this flower tea is brewed with fresh daisies, and it is not a thing of Hualou.

Tea is good tea, but the sound insulation is not very good, Jing Mu feels that his ears are poisoned by tea today.

Jing Muqing worked in the private room for about an hour, and when he heard someone push the door in, he looked up and saw that it was the prince of the Wang family.

Since the head of the Wang family lost his beloved son, this prince has jumped very much, and he looks like he is bound to win the position of the head of the family.

It's just that gambling and cockfighting are not a problem during the day, and at night I sing songs in the full building, I don't read a word of the sage book, and I never ask about family affairs. As soon as the head of the family died, he immediately jumped up, shouting that the position of the head of the family was inevitable, but in fact, he did not learn and did not know how to do it, and he was reckless.

If it weren't for having a good father, how could others allow him to get to this point?

Even the head of the Wang family could not tolerate him.

"I heard you were looking for me." Wang Zhen said lazily, Xu was just liberated from his nature, and he couldn't lift his strength all over, so he lay down on the soft collapse.

Jing Mu poured a cup of daisy tea and handed it to him: "I heard that the prince is bound to win the position of the head of the Wang family?" ”

"What do you want?" Wang Zhen took the tea defenselessly, took a sip, and said lazily.

"I want to give advice to Childe and help Childe." Jing Mu said lightly.

"I don't need your advice, I must be the head of the Wang family." Wang Zhen said with a very confident face.

"Is the reality really as Childe thinks?" Jing Mu said in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Wang Zhen said angrily.

"I heard that Gongzi doesn't look much like Ling Zun and Ling Ci." Jing Mu paused: "Who does Childe think will be different from his biological parents?" ”

Jing Mu looked at Wang Zhen's face that immediately turned pale, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Unless, he is not their biological son at all." ”

"You say yes?" Jing Mu deliberately accentuated his tone, and even lengthened his tone at the end to make his voice more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Zhen suddenly became frightened, and said sharply: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand? ”

Jing Mu looked at his panicked appearance and smiled lowly: "It doesn't matter if Childe doesn't understand, it's good if Ling Zun understands." ”

"Don't tell them! You don't! Wang Zhen suddenly raised his voice.

"It seems that Childe still understands what he is saying."