The weather was getting cooler, and Limin closed early, and Liang Fu, together with a few old fellows, lit an oil lamp, leaned on the high counter, and ate the noodles made by his apprentice. The manager of the pawnshop, like the head of a large family, presides over the normal operation of the pawnshop.

Wang Su'er has rarely come back recently, and Zu Runze also followed the Guanning army from the northeast of the mountain and returned to Liaodi. Half of the winery, except for a few that supply a few, the old people who occasionally come here to sit and sit here are already in a state of semi-closure. More business has gradually shifted to Dakang Liquor. Although the shop is doing a prosperous business, it is still like this old street, lacking a trace of vitality.

Liang Fu rubbed his astringent eyes, took off the felt hat on his head, brushed his sparse hair with his hand, and said, "Lao Qiu, what did you say about the business of the No. 8 pawnshop?" "Today's Flyover No. 8, the situation has changed a bit. Since the imperial court restricted the private sale of grain by merchants, it was like bringing a pair of shackles to the Lu family under the nose of the Son of Heaven. Not to mention the Gu family's business, they were crushed by all kinds of new tricks that changed the law for the benefit of the people.

Qiu Changsong's chopsticks fluctuated a few times on the green onions, and sneered: "There are still three catties of nails in the shipwreck, and now his Gu family can only survive." He put down his chopsticks and drank the soup in a hurry.

"This Gu family and the Lu family can't last long. As the old saying goes, it's not that you don't report it, but the time has not yet come. At the beginning, that guy, when he opened the shed to give porridge, was more arrogant and arrogant, and he was not cleaned up by the lord. Sun Shenming put the account book on the counter and said, "The hands and feet that the lord ordered to do." At noon today, the old eunuch in the palace had just taken away the silver, three thousand taels. ”

Liang Fu nodded and said, "The remaining three thousand taels will be included in the treasury of Limindang, remember to write off the account." ”

The child stumbled out of the inner compartment, plunged into Liang Fu, who had just gotten up, smiled, and said, "Hello, uncle." ”

"Look at the stupid boy, how clever he is." He casually gave the child a green glazed horse on the platform. Touching his head, "Good, take it and play." The child's yellow hair hung down, and he held the glazed horse and laughed non-stop. Jumped and ran away.

Sun Shenming, who was holding a brush and reading carefully, squinted his eyes and wrote in the fly-headed small letters: "Out: Jade horse ornaments." Enter: three thousand taels of silver. "In Limindang, there is never an account that cannot be reconciled, in and out. The three elders have the final say. Yang Fan doesn't care, as long as the silver is in the warehouse and the silver is still being generated, it is a very clear account.

Speaking of the perfume in front of him, at first, the people in Qiwuzhai thought that Lord Yang was crazy about money. Five hundred taels is enough to make twenty luxurious mink coats! However, just after those noble ladies who came to try it. The 100 bottles of perfume were sold out in a frenzy. Those who are slow to start, and those who are distressed by the silver, can only buy some cheap soap.

Soon, however, the ladies and ladies discovered that although the soap did not have a lingering floral fragrance compared to perfume, it had some miraculous effects on washing the skin and removing stains. The price is not expensive, you can buy a piece of silver for a tael, and take a piece of butter paper and wrap it finely. The big red seal of the signboard of the strange thing on the top has become a fashion trend. If you are willing to spend an extra five dollars of silver, with a beautiful little soapbox, it is beautiful. It is both useful and good-looking.

After all, perfume is a high-end consumption, except for wealthy celebrities, as well as some rich women and daughters, it is rare to be able to afford such expensive things. But as soon as this soap was launched, it quickly swept the consumer market in the Shuntianfu area. Ordinary civilians naturally do not spend money in vain. I can't eat enough, what are you doing with that sore thing? But for some large families, this strange thing is like an irresistible vampire.

Some people who are not afraid of the inside, scold a few words, but they really can't stop it, she can only take some of the monthly money she receives, or take some dowry to sell it to the people, and then go to Qiwuzhai to consume after returning the money, in disguise let Yang Fan make money twice, but she is still willing to fight and suffer. If you are afraid of the inside, there is nowhere to talk about it, perfume, soap, coat, glass bottle, and that strange shining mirror, it is almost dead.

As a mirror, how can you shine so clearly? It's not scientific! Shouldn't that mirror be that hazy feeling? shines so clearly, it's all unjust money! Vampires, simply vampires! Lord Yang is not in the capital, but his shop seems to be more frightening to the rich people in the capital than his real person, his pockets have shrunk, and some people have a good mouth for their own mothers, but they are reluctant to scold their daughters, isn't it just money, spend, spend it!

As a result, Yang Fan's money-making business is like an engine, and when it is turned on, it feels like it can't be stopped.

In Xu's house, the guys who came over from Qiwuzhai delivered a few bottles of perfume, a few mirrors, and five or six boxes of soap to the door. Every time there is any new goods, I always have to leave some for Wang Su'er and Xu's mother and daughter in the house. These are all ordered by Fu Bo, and the old man can see through it, one is the lord's sister-in-law, the other is the lord's future wife, and the other is the lord's future mother-in-law. Now that the lord is no longer in the capital, this relationship can't be alienated.

However, Xu Rong and Wang Su'er also lost interest in the fresh gadgets that had just been delivered, and sat listlessly in the courtyard.

"Sister Rong'er, you said that Brother Yang would be fine, right?"

Xu Rong was also full of sadness, when she heard the news of Yang Fan's return, she was not happy for a while, but she heard the news of his assassination during the dinner, and her face was so frightened that her face turned pale. Fortunately, it was only injured, otherwise it would have been really scared to death. She came back to her senses, barely squeezed out a smile, and said, "I heard what the palace said, I will be back soon." ”

She turned her eyes to look at Wang Su'er again, stroked her somewhat yellowed hair worriedly, and said worriedly: "It's you, Xu'er, this body is always so weak." Are you still losing your hair lately? Now Wang Su'er, there is no trace of blood on her face, and her face, which was already slightly pointed, looks a lot thinner due to emaciation.

Wang Su'er's eyes flashed slightly, and she barely showed a smile, and said, "Okay, it's much better." "She knows best how she's doing." That's right, Sister Rong'er. Is there any news from Bashu? ”

Xu Rong said: "What's the matter, homesick?" My father sent someone to deliver the message, and I don't know if there is any news. Now that the Central Plains is full of mobs, it is difficult to pass on family letters, you are waiting patiently. If you are really homesick, when your brother Yang comes back, we will discuss again, what do you think? ”

Wang Su'er nodded and stopped talking. She was a sensible child. In recent months, I have had a cold and fever, hair loss and nosebleeds, and I know that I seem to have some strange disease, and I don't want Yang Fan and Xu Rong to worry, so I want to go back to Bashu. (To be continued.) )