"Stay, um........."

With the infinitely elongated 'um' word sound and shouting, a powerful man galloped over, and Yue Yunpeng's stammering realistic version of the stuttering performance in the cross talk was born, Zhang Mingyuan was stunned, and before he understood what was going on, the big man was already standing beside him, squeezing his eyes, crooking his mouth, and stomping his feet, and finally completed the final language expression in panting.

“…… That hand. ”

The big man stopped panting for a while, and immediately changed his meaningful and complicated eyes: "The original ...... Originally...... Well...... Yes, yes, yes, Zhang...... Big, big, huh.......... O man! ”

Zhang Mingyuan sighed, after not seeing him for many days, Zheng Biao's speech rhythm disorder became more and more obvious.

----- commonly known as stammering.

The pillow that was dozing was coming, bowing, bending, and saluting in one go, as if it was a feeling of being separated from the world, Zhang Mingyuan was pleasantly surprised: "It turned out to be Lord Zheng, and the younger brother Zhang Mingyuan was polite."

The person who came is Zheng Biao, as the general person in charge of the Jinyiwei office in Nanjing, usually mainly responsible for acupuncture all kinds of rebellious remarks, maintaining the seriousness of the royal dragon vein, according to the small things of fighting on the street, he doesn't have to care about the little things of fighting on the street, but he can't rub the sand in his eyes, and he always takes the emperor's favor as the reason for it, and unconsciously expands the scope of business. It can be said that it is a bright negative teaching material in the dark and murderous Jinyi guards---- Nanjing City has him, and the happiness index of the citizens has been qualitatively improved.

Although he was born to stutter, every mediation work was carried out in a fake big empty environment where the citizens were suffocating very hard and calmly reserved, and then left under the shocked expressions of the citizens, but this did not affect his fiery work momentum, and he felt that this was the highest silent respect etiquette for his mediation work.

Zheng Biao has a dream

---- be a brocade mediator rooted in the grassroots and win supreme glory for Daming brocade guards.

So he was embarrassed by mistake today.

"Okay, okay...... It's good to say, no, no, no......" Zheng Biao blinked quickly, tears squeezed out.

"I don't know what the virtuous brother has to do?" Zhang Mingyuan eagerly presented the results of his analysis.

Zheng Biao was relieved and looked at him with a look of approval.

Zhang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, put on an aggrieved expression, twisted the two sword eyebrows, Dou E told the cause and effect as if telling his grievances, and finally did not forget to make a ruthless verbal criticism of the young man in a hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bluestone slab under Zheng Biao's feet was stamped out of a crack: "Big, big, big, um.........."

No longer hesitating, Zhang Mingyuan quickly turned back to the young man, and said righteously: "Bold, do you know the name of my Jinyi Wei Zheng Biao?"

The young man had already recognized Jinyiwei Zheng Qianhu, and he was trembling with fear at this time, Jinyiwei! What a tragic existence, not to mention that the adults of a thousand households prefer to handle cases across borders.

After yelling, he quickly turned around, and Zhang Mingyuan looked at Zheng Biao eagerly.

Zheng Biao nodded with satisfaction, his slanted eyes and crooked mouth looked like he had a stroke, and he was very angry: "How, how, how.......... Uh-huh........." In order to indicate that this sentence is more important, a long 'um' sound was deliberately added.

Zhang Mingyuan understood in seconds, and then turned around, angry: "How can this be reasonable? The trade is fair, why not let Mr. Zhang in? Do you know who this person is? ”

The young man is going crazy, why is there another Lord Zhang?

Zhang Mingyuan quickly turned around and carefully observed Zheng Biao's mouth.

Zheng Biao's lips trembled very much, and the third sentence was even more popular: "You, you, you...... He ......."

Zhang Mingyuan's neck twisted very hard, but he was full of pride: "You dog-eyed minion, he is a thousand households of horse herding, blind your dog's eyes, dare to be disrespectful to the Chinese military governor's mansion......"

Speaking of this, Zhang Mingyuan seemed to understand, looked at Zheng Biao with a look of resentment, and said bitterly: "Lord Zheng, although the kid is not talented, he is unwilling to oppress people with power, don't you ruin the reputation of the Chinese Military Governor's Mansion?" Ay! ”

In order to express that he was indeed innocent, he looked at the sky very melancholy, and blamed himself for insulting the reputation of the Chinese Military Governor's Office.

The guy is completely insane, what? Thousands of households are herding horses, this is even a tragic existence, legend has it that he even beat Zheng Qianhu, and the entire Nanjing city has spread all over the city...... I looked at this and that with my big frightened eyes, I forgot even the instinct to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Zheng Biao was also dumbfounded, it seems that he didn't mean this, right? After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized something, pointed at Zhang Mingyuan and stomped his feet and shouted: "You, you, you...... Hmmm......"

Zheng Qianhu is very face-saving, how can Zhang Mingyuan refute face, and pointed at the young man helplessly: "Why are you still stunned?" Hurry up and prepare the food and drinks, and let your shopkeeper come out to pick up customers...... Welcome, we'll talk about business in a moment. ”

The young man shook his spirit, came back to his soul, knelt on the ground with a plop, knocked his head like a garlic mortar, and cried so much that he couldn't bear to look sideways.

Zhang Mingyuan was soft-hearted, and this time he made the decision for Zheng Biao, silently the little man's head: "Go!" Child. ”

If the young man was granted amnesty, he crawled into the shop.

Watching the young man flee, Zheng Biao shook his head, stopped talking, turned his head to stare at Zhang Mingyuan's eyes, but he could breathe fire, was it swollen that he was very aggrieved?

Zhang Mingyuan had a strong sixth sense, and he was embarrassed to rub his nose, so he had to look farther away.

The two were silent.

After a while, the shopkeeper rushed out of the store in a panic, and as he went, he cried and scolded the bastard with a sad face, stumbled several times not far away, ran to the front and made amends, and then waited diligently to welcome him into the store.

When he got indoors, Zhang Mingyuan didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked Hanpi to hand the box to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper opened it tremblingly, took out a piece of rice paper, just read two sentences, suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, and then shed two lines of muddy tears, just like Xu Dacaizi, rolled his eyes, and the signs of convulsions were obvious.

"How can life not meet, the old man Jiangnan and I Yanbei. How can you meet and not know each other, and there is no other hatred...... What a beautiful word, Xu Wei deserves to be the first genius in Jiangnan. "Sure enough, he is an arrogant literati, although he is surrounded by tigers and wolves, he still does not change his recitation.

Uncle Nalan's words are really poisonous......

"Is it beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, so beautiful! Xu Dacaizi ...... "The shopkeeper's hands trembled, trying to find a more advanced word to describe the mood of the mountains at this moment, but the abacus has been playing for a long time, the fission speed of literary and artistic cells has slowed down, and he has not followed for a long time, his face is flushed, and he finally sighed, as if he had just eaten 'Brother Wei', holding the tent and drawing his sword to look around at a loss, very aggrieved.

Zhang Mingyuan frowned and looked away decisively, he really didn't want to see the old rascal's twisted and dirty face.

"Can these poems of Xu Dacaizi be published as a poetry collection?"

"Of course you can, if such beautiful poems can't be printed, there are still ...... in the world How can life not meet, Jun Lao Jiangnan and Yanbei...... So beautiful. The shopkeeper shed tears again, maybe he is a delicate old and decrepit man, who has had a bumpy and charming story.

"Okay, I'll give you carte blanche to act as an agent for these goods...... Poetry, let's talk about dividing it up? ”

"Huh?" The shopkeeper, who was immersed in sadness, didn't react for a while.

Zhang Mingyuan had to patiently explain: "The copyright is given to you, the agent is given to you, of course the sold poetry collection will be divided, do you want to eat white food?"

The shopkeeper blinked his tearful eyes, so angry that he couldn't control himself, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and it was obvious that he was full of condemnation for the tyrannical sage poetry book in front of him.

"You, you, taste, taste...... Tasting such a masterpiece, you ...... You actually talk to me about money, you, you are simply ......" The shopkeeper had an expression of his daughter being raped, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Such an elegant and refined poem suddenly has a relationship with the yellow and white things, and the shopkeeper is emotionally unacceptable for a while.

Seeing that the silver has faded to its gorgeous appearance, he is putting on a lazy posture, just waiting for Zhang Mingyuan to go and hold a gun, but the shopkeeper is like an old bustard who is desperately protecting the innocence of the silver and does not want Zhang Mingyuan to get close, how does this not make him angry, and when the blood is up, Zhang Mingyuan's understanding has deviated.

"Brother Zheng, is there any royal law left in the Ming Dynasty? A small shopkeeper dares to do black and black business, can you bear it? Can Wang Fa endure it? ”

How could Zheng Biao not see the shopkeeper's thoughts? But Zhang Mingyuan's shaft is really hateful, he borrowed his words three times and twice, this time he couldn't bear it, and it was hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart if he didn't condemn this shaft.

"Stink, stinky, stinky...... Hmmm......"

Zhang Mingyuan's hearing was fine, he quickly turned his head and yelled at the shopkeeper.

"Ugly and shameless capitalist, Jin Yiwei specializes in all kinds of disobedience, you can speak after you think about it."

The shopkeeper was a smart man, he sensed the murderous intent in the air in time, and quickly stepped out of the shadow of Sage Kong's earnest teachings, and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"The little ones are willing to serve the adults."

"Buying and selling poetry collections is divided, I have nine and you one?"

"Uh-huh." The shopkeeper pounds the garlic.

"Stand up, draw a seal, press a handprint?"

"Uh-huh." The shopkeeper chick pecks rice.

After the contract was signed, Zhang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and made a fortune.

After a long time, an angry roar came, which frightened Zhang Mingyuan.

"Hmm...... Stinky and shameless. ”

Zheng Biao finally completed the smoothest pronunciation in his life.

"Brother Zheng, I think it's necessary to give you a share."

"Hmm...... The children can be taught. ”

Zheng Biao speaks much more fluently.

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