Chapter 502: Export Chapter

Butterfly Dance hurriedly came to the backyard and instructed: "Don't let the guests come up on the second floor tonight, the guests on the second floor, be careful, can you save it?" ”

"Yes!" The guys replied in unison.

At this moment, a faint call came from a dark corner.

"Help... Help me... Help me......"

Butterfly Dance turned her head to look when she heard the sound, and it seemed to be the direction of the firewood room, right? She asked suspiciously, "Who made the mistake!" ”

A young man in the buddy team suddenly slapped his head, no, won't it, that Lang Zhong hasn't left yet?

Mother!

He had forgotten about it!

Butterfly Dance asked, but the people over there did not reply, it was the hour when night had just fallen, the shadows of the trees in the backyard were swaying, and a cool breeze blew, making people feel cold unconsciously.

"Who, who!" Butterfly Dance asked boldly, but her body couldn't help but move back, grabbed the guy on the side, and said, "Go, go and see." ”

The fellow staggered a few steps forward, looking back at Butterfly Dance with a sad face.

Butterfly Dance said, "Go quickly." His voice couldn't help but be lowered, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him.

The young man walked forward tremblingly, turned back three times at a time, and asked in a low voice, "Who?" Anyone? ”

"Hoo !!"

An evening breeze blew through the treetops, and the leaves rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound.

Step by step, step by step, step by step, even if you walk slowly, it is only a distance of more than ten steps, and in a blink of an eye, you will be in front of the firewood room.

Just as he was about to push open the door of the firewood room, a sudden exclamation came.

"Ahh

The nerves of the people in the courtyard were tense, and the sudden screams made everyone tremble.

Butterfly Dance was slightly shocked, and turned her head to look at the place where the voice came from, it was a young man, she frowned and said, "What are you shouting!" ”

The young man's face was embarrassed, he hesitated for a moment, and knelt on the ground with a "poof": "Boss, boss, it's a small fault." ”

"Your fault?" Butterfly thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know the people in the firewood room?" ”

The young man knelt down a few steps and said: "That is a passing Langzhong, who was also a famous scholar, was robbed by river thieves when passing through Ningling County, and fell into trouble, this person asked for food all the way to the door of our Fuhua Building, and the little one saw that he talked extraordinary, and he was so pitiful, so he took him in for a night, but the man had not left, disturbed the boss, the small one knew that he was wrong, and begged the boss not to quit the small job. ”

At this time, the guy at the door of the firewood room finally understood, and he was no longer afraid, and pushed the door open, only to see a person lying at the door, squatting down to check, only to find that this person was hot, thinking that he was suffering from the wind and cold, and he couldn't even go out of the door.

He turned his head and said, "Boss, this person is sick." ”

Butterfly frowned slightly, sighed, turned her head to look at the young man kneeling on the ground, and said, "Do you know what's wrong?" ”

The young man nodded again and again, and said, "The little one shouldn't be arrogant." ”

Butterfly pursed her lips and said slowly: "Whoever goes out has a difficult time, have you ever seen that beggar arrive at the door of Fuhualou and be kicked out by me?" If you encounter such a thing, you should help, and you are not wrong. However, the surname of this Fuhualou is Fu, and every grass and tree in this Fuhualou is my Fu Die's dance. If you take him in without telling me, it is tantamount to stealing the contents of the store! Do you still have me as a boss in your eyes? ”

The young man couldn't cry and said, "The little one understands, but the little one doesn't dare anymore." ”

Butterfly Dance's eyes turned sharp, swept over the guys, and said: "If you encounter this matter again in the future, if you don't tell me to make decisions without permission, I will definitely be expelled from the store, and I won't be hired, remember!" ”

"Remember!" The guys replied in unison.

She turned to the guy and said, "Good life, settle people in the store first, and ask a Langzhong to treat him." ”

"Yes, boss."

Butterfly shook her head helplessly, didn't look at the man, and turned to leave.

The men helped the fainted young man up, and the young man who was kneeling on the ground was picked up by someone, and he was still so frightened that he couldn't stop crying.

An older guy said: "Don't cry, is the boss still scolding you wrong, is this Fuhualou opened by your family?" The boss is so kind-hearted, he just scolded you a few words, and didn't punish you, you should be secretly happy, don't be resentful, remember? ”

"Yes, I see." The young man wiped his tears, looked at the young man Lang Zhong who was carried away, and couldn't help but smile: "Lang Zhong can still be sick, haha." ”

"Haha, you kid! Get to work. ”

"Huh!"

The good-looking little guy accompanied the middle-aged scribe to the door of the Fuhua Building, such a match is very common and unnoticeable, blending into the crowd, no one will take a second look.

"Sir, Fuhualou has arrived." The little guy said with a smile.

The middle-aged scribe said: "You child, like your master, often smiles at people. ”

The little guy said: "Yes, the little one was raised by the boss since he was a child, and everyone said that the little one was like the boss." ”

The middle-aged scribe nodded and said, "Go in." ”

Tonight's Fuhualou is with the bustling and prosperous in the past, the well-dressed sons and gentlemen walk together in three or five, and the guys in the brightly lit restaurant are so busy that they hit the back of their heads, but the new guests are happy to see this scene, and the inertia of people is so, the more lively the storefront, the more willing to patronize.

The scribe came in, looked up and down, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "I really let you say it, this Fuhualou has some of the pomp of the Shuntianfu Restaurant." But that's all there is to it......"

The little guy smiled and replied, "Sir, don't worry, wait a while, the song and dance will start, and you will know the difference." ”

As soon as the guy in the store saw someone entering the door, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and asked with a smile, "How many gentlemen?" ”

The scribe said, "I'm alone." ”

"The guest officer is a scholar who must like to be quiet, why don't you arrange a secluded location for you?"

The scribe nodded and said, "I heard that there are songs and dances to watch in your Fuhua Building, so let's find a convenient place to watch the dances." ”

"It turns out that the guest officer is here to admire, please come here."

"Okay."

The scribe sat down on the left side of the stage, ordered a few special dishes, and waited patiently.

"What's your point? If you can also write the sentence of the poet fairy, "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no line for a thousand miles." "With such a heroic and domineering sentence, then I can be considered to have convinced you!"

There was a shout from behind, and the scribe subconsciously turned his eyes to see seven or eight literati dressed as students of different ages drinking and talking about poetry together.

At this time, an old boy in his forties said angrily: "There is no one to attack the city, and Qin Lang in the book is jealous and fighting." ”

"Yo." The scribe let out a low snort, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said, "It's a chapter." ”