Faced with a pair of stinky shoes, Wang Liangjing and his wife were surprised, Wang Liangjing swore that he only hid a hundred texts, who knew that when he came back from home, it became consistent, and it doubled tenfold!

Could it be that these shoes are a cornucopia? Can you make money give a cub?

If that's the case, you don't have to worry about the days ahead, Wang Liangjing grinned and smirked, "Do you still have any money?" Give me some, maybe in a few days, it can be multiplied tenfold! ”

"Dream on!" Bai doesn't believe that there is any cornucopia, even if there is, it can't fall on the head of the stupid husband!

"Or call Ning An and them in to ask, see if they know ......"

As he was talking, Wang Luoxiang ran in from outside, saw the copper coin in his father's hand at a glance, and exclaimed in fright. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ah, that's my brother's!"

"Ning'an?"

The two of them were even more surprised, Bai took Wang Luoxiang into his arms, and said softly: "Tell my mother quickly, how did your brother get the money?" ”

Wang Liangjing was angry, and raised his eyebrows, "Say it quickly, is that kid not doing a good thing, see if I don't pick his skin!" "Where can a child make money, it's not easy to lead the sheep, Bai's face has changed.

"Ning An won't, won't ......" She kept shaking her head, Wang Luoxiang didn't understand what her mother meant, and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes." ”

Bai grabbed his daughter's arm and pinched Wang Luoxiang, and the little girl didn't dare to scream.

"What will it be, what the hell is going on with this money?" Bai asked angrily.

"My brother can tell stories." Wang Luoxiang said with a wink.

"Storytelling?"

Both of them were surprised, Wang Liangjing raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "Nonsense, what story will he tell?" Even if he could speak, who would give him money? Isn't that a joke? Not even lying! ”

Wang Luoxiang was about to cry when asked, "My brother can tell stories, and there is an old man who gave him money......"

"!" Wang Liangjing squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "When I call the stinky boy, I must teach him a good lesson!" ”

As soon as he turned his head, Wang Ningan walked in from outside, and the two of them met face to face. Wang Liangjing was still aggressive just now, but when he really faced his son, he was actually a little weak-hearted, thinking of the grievances suffered by the child, Wang Liangjing's anger disappeared by half, and his face was still black.

"Little bunny, do you still have the face to see me?"

Wang Ningan rolled his eyes, and said in his heart I didn't do anything bad, what didn't I dare, his eyes were sharp, and he suddenly saw a string of copper coins and stinky shoes, and he thought that his father was distressed about his private money!

"Take the 100 Wen and forget it, but I earn the rest, so I can't rob the child of the money, right?"

"Ahem!" Wang Liangjing's face turned red rarely, "Stinky boy, let me ask you, what's going on with this money?" Where did it come from? ”

"A storyteller Han Toad gave it, not for nothing, the money has always been exchanged for my two stories, and he still earned it." Wang Ningan said generously.

Wang Liangjing frowned, "Ning An, you really know how to tell stories, and you can still sell them for money?" ”

Daddy's face was full of disbelief, Wang Ningan shook his head and said: "What's so difficult about telling stories, I have a lot of stories in my stomach!" ”

"Just blow it, I don't believe it! Stinky boy, tell me the truth! Wang Liangjing suddenly raised his slap.

"Don't fight." Bai stopped him, walked in front of Wang Ning'an, squatted down, stared at Wang Ning'an's eyes, and said solemnly: "Son, as the saying goes, a gentleman loves money, and he takes it in a good way." You're still young, can't you go the wrong way, to be honest with your mother, are you really selling stories to make money? ”

"That's natural, depending on what you mean, don't you believe it?" Wang Ningan asked proudly, Bai's expression was solemn, and Wang Liangjing turned his head, completely unconvinced.

It doesn't look like it's going to work without some skills.

"I'll talk about it now." Wang Ningan cleared his throat and read aloud: "Tiger and dragon in a few wars, don't judge success or failure as a hero." In addition to the storms and clouds in his life, he is in the universe...... It's about Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and Yu Meiren, who were trapped in the Jiuli Mountains, and the four foreign equipment were Han camp generals, and they surrounded a ...... that couldn't be leaked."

In less than half an hour, Wang Ningan told a farewell to his concubine, and when it came to the death of Yu Meiren, Bai's eyes were red, and he kept wiping the corners of his eyes and sobbing in a low voice. Hearing that the overlord Xiang Yu was deceived into taking away the black cone horse and the big iron gun, a generation of heroes, in a desperate situation, Daddy Wang Liangjing clenched his fists rattling, full of indignation, and it was all right!

When the mood calmed down, the couple looked at each other and showed a look of horror. Wang Ning'an spoke no worse than Mr. Storyteller, and even went too far, Wang Liangjing grabbed a string of money in his hand, and suddenly laughed loudly, and Bai glared at him fiercely.

"It's all your cranky thinking, how could our son be ......" Bai didn't continue, but thought about it.

"Boss, it looks like these two shops have fallen."

Wang Ning'an was still flustered, and the Bai family took out two land deeds from his arms - it turned out that the Bai family was in business, and his grandfather had four sons, all of whom were in business, but the old lady was a girl, who was very cherished. When the old man left, he left two shops for the Bai family, both of which were in Cangzhou City.

The old man thought very carefully and gave his daughter money, but with her character, she might not be able to keep it. Two shops, even if you don't know how to operate, you can still eat rent!

Bai Shi looked at the title deed, remembered his father, and was sad for a long time before he said: "Ning An, these two shops, one is a teahouse and the other is a restaurant, my mother is worried and I don't know what to do, I didn't expect my son to tell stories, that's great." ”

"Wait......" Wang Ningan said, "You don't want me to go to the teahouse to tell stories, right?" ”

"That's right!" Wang Liangjing said with a smile: "Why didn't I expect it, there are storytellers in the teahouse now, and Ning An goes to tell the story, which is guaranteed to attract ...... Doesn't seem right! ”

Wang Liangjing was halfway through speaking, realized the problem, and quickly shook his head, his son, the descendants of the Wang family, and the scholars appeared on the stage, and told stories on stage, do you still want to be cheeky? Don't look at the backstage of the storytelling, there are also Confucian saints, but the disciples of Confucius and Mencius have never recognized them, in the final analysis, they are Jianghu artists and excellent actors.

"My son can't be a showman!" Wang Liangjing cut the railway.

"Drama?" Bai only felt that storytelling to make money was a very easy profession, at least much better than farming, but he ignored that it was a cheap livelihood in people's eyes, and he was dumbfounded.

"No amount of wind you drink can ruin Ning An's life." Wang Liangjing patted his chest and said: "It's a big deal, I will go into the mountains with other hunters to fight tigers and black bears, and a tiger skin is worth dozens of miles!" If I can fight three or five and come back, then I will be rich! ”

Wang Ningan almost laughed, when the tiger is a hare, and he fights three or five, his father didn't wake up from a dream! He didn't think he could feed a family by hunting.

However, seeing the title deed, Wang Ningan had a plan in his heart.

I have been thinking about making the first bucket of gold, but I didn't expect the first bucket of gold to be delivered in front of me. A teahouse, a restaurant, God is helping himself!

"Actually, I can write a story, and then ask a storyteller to sit in the teahouse, and he has a specialization in the art industry, maybe he can tell better stories than me. It's a restaurant, you can put more thought into it, and you can make a lot of money. ”

"This is a good idea!" Wang Liangjing clapped his hands and praised, but when he heard Wang Ningan say that he could make money from the restaurant, he suddenly scoffed, "What will you do if you need craftsmanship to open a restaurant?" ”

Wang Ningan was really angry, "I will know more, tonight, let you see my craft!" ”

Compared with the ability to tell stories, Wang Ningan is more confident in his cooking skills.

Although there are not as many seasonings as in later generations, the natural ingredients themselves are supreme delicious, Wang Ningan has been groping for a few days and has experience.

He was sure enough, Bai and Wang Liangjing were invited to the room to wait, and after a while, the knife and spoon sounded wildly, Wang Liangjing was shocked when he heard it, and said in his heart, What is this kid doing, can he use it so much trouble to make a dish?

But the two little guys were full of confidence, and even Wang Ningze didn't run outside, sitting honestly.

It didn't take long for the aroma to waft in, and Wang Ningze's saliva flowed down. Wang Liangjing and his wife became more and more frightened, they went out for more than a month, how did their son change a person!

I can tell stories and cook! Did the child suddenly open his mind, or was someone dropping the bag? Wang Liangjing was full of suspicion. Bai Shi had a different mind.

"We're not at home, two, second sister-in-law is like that! Ning An has to take care of his younger brothers and sisters, cook and cook, the children are all forced out, and my son suffers! Bai felt even more sorry for his son.

While speaking, a plate of clear and turquoise vegetables came in, and Wang Ningze and Wang Luoxiang rushed to the small kitchen and brought in the prepared dishes.

A plate of fried vegetables, a plate of fried chicken with sauce, a bowl of egg custard, and a big bowl of fish head stewed tofu, the four dishes were placed, Wang Ningan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "How is it?" Not bad, right? ”

Wang Liangjing's eyes all fell on the dish, and he picked up a piece of tofu, and the thick juice gushed out, fragrant and tender, almost sliding down his throat.

Delicious, so good!

I picked up a chopstick of green vegetables, which was fresh and refreshing, and the taste of the vegetables was retained.

"I'm afraid my father-in-law's cook can't compare to Ning An!"

After Wang Liangjing finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

"This, isn't this a stir-fry? Didn't my uncle say that except for the capital, no one knows how to stir-fry...... Ning An, who did you kid learn from? ”