Chen Bodhi's request really poked at Chun Sanniang's sore spot, and this red sleeve move is the foundation of Chun Sanniang's foothold.

Chun Sanniang went from a singer who made a living by entertaining people to an Oiran who was famous in Chang'an, and then retired from the "entertainment circle" of the Tang Dynasty where new faces came in every day. Finally, save this red sleeve trick that is neither too big nor too small.

What happened in between, no one knows. In short, the process must be tortuous.

To put it bluntly, this red-sleeved move is equal to Chun Sanniang's life. Chen Bodhi's approach in Chun Sanniang's eyes was to take her life. If it weren't for the fact that this kid was still followed by Cheng Lao Er, who was five big and three thick, Chun Sanniang would have the heart to kill.

But just think about it, there are a large number of girls in this building who rely on her for food.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and calmed down.

"Do you have to borrow it?"

"Huh?"

Chen Bodhi listened to Chun Sanniang's unkind tone, put down the teacup in his hand, and raised his head......

Looking at Chun Sanniang's expression as if she had been robbed of a child, Chen Bodhi smiled.

"It's not a loan, I'm talking to you about cooperation."

"Cooperation?"

Chun Sanniang was stunned.

"Yes, cooperation. Since it is cooperation, it must be a matter of mutual benefit. It doesn't make sense, the reason for letting you "invest" in vain. ”

After speaking, Chen Bodhi crossed Erlang's legs and crossed his feet up and down. Play carefully with the teacup in your hand. Flying pattern, three-color glaze, light yellow fetal material. The "Tang Sancai" of the Eight Classics, shouldn't this thing be a "bright weapon"? How to make a teacup? It seems that this history is not all right. It's no wonder that Chen Bodhi is like this, if this small teacup is placed in a thousand years, this is a serious national treasure, and it can easily be photographed for 18 million.

Seeing that Chen Bodhi didn't look like he was shabu himself, Chun Sanniang asked cautiously again.

"I wonder how Childe plans to cooperate?"

Chen Bodhi put down the teacup in his hand, put his hand into his wide sleeve, took out a roll of rice paper, and handed it to Chun Sanniang. Chun Sanniang took it hesitantly and unfolded it to take a look. It's densely packed with fly-headed small characters. Fortunately, Chun Sanniang is literate, and the writing is all in the vernacular, which is smooth to read, and the meaning is not difficult to understand.

Originally, Chen Bodhi was going to explain them one by one, and it would not be much to see if others saw it clearly. Continue to study the teacup in your hand, looking back and forth.

"No, Brother Ti, what's so nice about this broken tea bowl? You've been looking inside and outside for a long time. ”

Cheng Chuliang disdains to talk about these businessmen, which are all the affairs of the family and the shopkeeper. The aristocrats fiddled with these and passed them out to make people laugh. This is also Chen Bodhi, put it on others, and the uncle who dared to treat the "Cheng family" so slowly would have discounted his leg a long time ago.

"You know what? This is a serious baby. It's also good to be a family heirloom. ”

"Take a broken tea bowl as a family heirloom? How shabby your house is......"

Cheng Chuliang slandered ......

After seeing the work of two pillars of incense, Chun Sanniang ate the information in her hand thoroughly. It's just that when I change it again, this face is no longer the bitter and hateful appearance just now, but has a sickly flush. I never thought that this party could do this? Looking at Chen Bodhi, who was busy admiring his tea bowl, Chun Sanniang's eyes became a little complicated.

"It's... This... Will this work? ”

"It's okay or not, you have to do it to know. But you've also seen this thing, and if you think it's inappropriate, you just say, I'll find someone else? ”

Chen Bodi didn't raise his head, and replied casually.

"Do it, do it, the son appreciates the face, this Sanniang has to continue, and others in the province say that Sanniang can't do things."

Chun Sanniang instantly returned to the posture of swinging willows with the wind. These three mothers are also knowledgeable, just with this hand, it is difficult for the red sleeves to be popular even if they don't want to be popular. The fat in hand can't be cheaper than those sassy foxes in the four buildings. Whether the red sleeves can squeeze into the Fengyue list depends on this time.

By the time Chen Bodhi came out of the red sleeves, it was almost noon. Chun Sanniang personally sent the two of them outside the door and watched them go away. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his snow-white, huge breasts. There was a ripple of flesh, and the pedestrians who could only see it also took a long breath of air. When the paper in his hand was folded and buried in the "ditch of his own house", he patted it uneasily. Only then did he walk back to the building, but the joy on his face gradually faded, followed by a "murderous aura" that could not be suppressed, and Chun Sanniang at this moment was desperate to kill a villain. The reason is none other than the exhaustive list in Chen Bodhi's hand.

Chen Bodhi and Cheng Chuliang parted ways at the corner of Zhuque Street, and Cheng Chuliang originally planned to find a wine shop for Chen Bodhi to eat and drink. This usual training confrontation was beaten. Cheng Chuliang wanted to go back to the wine table to make up for it. Not to mention anything else, this drinking Cheng family has always been "invincible and invincible". Cheng Chuliang made up his mind that he must let Chen Bodhi go back sideways today. I don't know if Chen Bodhi saw his bad intentions, and refused his invitation on the grounds that there was sweet soup stewed on the stove at home and he needed to go back to watch the fire, so that Cheng Lao Er was not depressed.

Turn the street, and through this alley is Qujiangfang.

I don't know whose pear tree is so thick that a thick trunk sticks out of its yard. There are also large green pears hanging on it, and when you look at it, it is definitely juicy and crispy. In fact, there is no need to look, a cute and cute little girl with fluttering feathers is sitting on a tree branch, holding a crisp pear almost the size of her head, and the juice of her food is splashing everywhere. The scene was also ferocious.

"That girl, stand so tall. If you accidentally fall down, your butt will be four-petaled. “

Chen Bodhi reminded with "kindness".

However, the girl in the tree just gave him a blank look and ignored it.

Chen Bodhi was not angry when he saw this, and continued.

"If you don't come down, you won't come down, you can climb so high, it's expected that this skill is also good. I won't worry about it. Just, can you do me a favor? “

The "girl in the tree" paused, loosened the crisp pear in her mouth, and asked angrily.

"What's the busy?"

"There's a green pear on your right hand that is good, but it looks like it's almost ripe. If you don't take it off, it's going to rot on the ground. Will you take it off for me? ”

Chen Bodhi squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's better to rot in the ground than to eat for you, hum......"

The girl in the tree, with her hands on her chest, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees. With his actions, he expressed his attitude of "non-violence and non-cooperation".

"Well, in that case, you can continue to sit here. I didn't have a green pear to pad my belly, so I had to eat all the ribs that I had put on the stove in the morning. Simmered for two hours, it is estimated that I will go back at this time, and the meat is fragrant and the soup is beautiful. Just right! ”

After Chen Bodhi finished speaking, he saw the branches above his head swaying gently.

The "girl in the tree" was like a fairy outside the sky, and her feathers flew lightly and slowly fell from the tree.