The sun shone on the somewhat wet ground, glowing golden, and it was still so cold. There is a lot of traffic under the overpass, but there are a lot fewer people than in the past. The Luo family fell, and the budding Dakang Winery and Yang Fan's half of the winery directly occupied the leading position in the wine industry in the Shuntianfu area.

Now that the famine continues, how can the people of this flat head still afford to drink, and it would be good to drink water in a low-end inn. There are only some large families, for whom natural disasters are not as good as man-made disasters. The blow of man-made disasters to a family may be overnight.

The Luo family said that it would fall, as soon as Luo Qingchuan died, only Qu Dahe and Luo San were the two masters who took the lead, but both of them were honest people, how could they stand on their feet in this business field. A large number of customers have been lost, making the front door of Tianzilu crowded.

Luo Zun sat at the big table where his father was sitting, thinking that there would be a day when he would take over his father's stick like this, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly, and he wasn't even ready.

"Young owner, this is the ledger you want." The shopkeeper of the Lu Wine Workshop put the account book in front of the Luo Zun table who wore linen and filial piety, and lamented: "People can't be resurrected after death, and the young owner has to mourn, and here in the future, you will be the owner, and you have to pick the girder of this Lu Wine Shop." Luo Zun said to himself: "I'm the owner?" ”

The shopkeeper standing in front shook his head and sighed. Luo Qingchuan fell so suddenly, this Luo family is really like collapsing. Luo Zun lowered his head in silence and looked at the ledger. "Uncle Seven, call Master Qu and Master Luo, I have something to say."

"Yes, young master." The shopkeeper lifted the curtain and walked away. "Fifty thousand taels, why is there only ten thousand taels left on the books?" Luo Zun didn't know where most of the Luo family's family had gone. His fingers tapped on the account book, and at the end of each month, more than 10,000 taels of silver on the account would be taken away by Luo Qingchuan, and it was stamped with the seal of Luo Qingchuan.

Two soju masters followed the shopkeeper in and said, "Young owner." ”

Luo Zun raised his head, "It's coming." Seventh Uncle, Master Qu, Master Luo, you all watched Luo Zun grow up, and you have also worked hard with my father for decades, and so on, Uncle Seven, you spent three hundred taels of silver from the account room, which can be regarded as the compensation of the Luo family for you in the past few decades. There isn't much money, so don't mind. ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Where is the young owner, let's work hard with the master, and the master will not treat us badly." At the end of the year, dividends are given, which is so good that it is better than other owners. I can't ask for it. ”

Luo Zun shook his head and said, "By the way, what happened last time, please don't take Master Qu to heart." Luo Zun knew that Master Qu was telling the truth, and that wine was indeed better than our family's Spring Thunder. That slap I Luo Zun fanned himself! ”

"Don't!" Qu Dahe shouted.

He slapped himself directly in the face. The red palm print was particularly obvious on Luo Zun's fair face, he raised his head solemnly, looked at the beam of the Tianzi Lu Number, and sighed: "This Tianzi Lu Number is about to change hands......

The three elders' pupils shrank, and he said in surprise: "Young master, you ......"

"Do you think the Luo family still has a foothold in the capital?" A few of them are old fellows in this shop, "Go ahead, settle the accounts that should be settled, and then dismiss all the long-term workers." Starting today, Tianzi Luoji Wine Shop is officially closed. ”

"Young owner, aren't you joking again? This is the master's life's work, how can it be said that it will be closed? The shopkeeper hurriedly dissuaded, "Hold on a little longer, life will always get better." Luo Zun shook his head and motioned for the two masters to go back first. Then he stood up with some difficulty, handed the account book to Uncle Seven, and asked, "Uncle Seven, do you know where the money that is transferred out at the end of each month goes?" ”

"I don't know, the master won't let me ask."

Luo Zun handed over a wooden box to the seventh uncle of the family, and said: "This is the title deed of the Tianzi Lu number, you take it and hand it over to Yang Fan of Laopu Street, and say that my Luo family owes him." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, the seventh uncle was shocked, and even his hand holding the wooden box trembled, "Zun'er, I can't help it!" How can the shop that your father has worked hard all his life change hands? Is there not enough money at home? If you don't have enough money, you can borrow it, no, if you still recognize me as the seventh uncle, I don't agree with this matter of selling shops! ”

Luo Zun looked at the sunlight shining in from the skylight, and murmured: "It's not that I want to sell it now, but he Yang Fan forced him to grab it." If you don't retreat with your whole body, I'm afraid that the Luo family really doesn't even have any bones left. He put his arm on the old man's shoulder, "Let's go." ”

Syllable!

The wooden box in the hand of the seventh uncle of the family fell on the table, and his eyes were a little stunned: "I really can't mess with ......"

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Shen Kee salt shop under the overpass, official salt sales, are all handed over to Shen Ji to take care of. Four people sat around the square table, playing horse tags, and three sat on the side, drinking tea. "I said Ruhua girl, how has the cloth business been recently, there has been no one for a long time. It's not going to be making out with your little boyfriend all day, right? An obese old man who could scrape off a pile of oil with a random scrape on his face smiled.

The only woman sitting on the east side habitually rolled up her sleeves, as if she wanted to do a great job, and said, "Go, go, the old lady's cloth business is good." In the spring of this year, I am waiting for my family's Xianggong Imperial Examination High School. Look, I'll kill you all when I don't have a piece of armor, hahaha. ”

"Wait for your little Xianggong high school? Do I have to fulfill what I said three years ago to be buried in the ground? Haha" An old man on the west side has white hair naturally draped, and his body is thin, but his spirit is very strong, and he has the loudest voice when he plays mahjong. The old lady of the Tianzi Qi iron shop, old and strong, over seventy years old, son, grandson, great-grandson are all four generations in the same house, and he still holds on to the business in his hand.

"Bump! Ha ha. The proprietor of Lu Ji Rice Shop shouted, "Ruhua, your little husband has not been successful for nine years, if you really want to be an official and want to go crazy, it is better to be like that Shi Zijun, buy a foreigner." ”

"That's not good, my family is going to be a master with real materials, the first three examiners have eyes that don't know gold and jade, this time, I heard that it is Xu Guangqi Xu Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, he is a clear-eyed person, and he will definitely see the talent of my family."

Only the one on the back, silent, concentrating on playing mahjong, his expression was so strict.

The woman touched a card and continued: "If you want me to say, who is the most tasteless to play with a horse hanger?" It's the most tasteless fight with Lao Liu. He had a dead face when he was hanging from the horse, as if someone owed him a lot of money. ”

Including the three on the side, they all nodded silently in agreement. The most ridiculous thing is that Comrade Lao Liu himself nodded and still didn't say a word. It's just that at a critical moment, Comrade Liu finally opened Chrysostom.

"It's over!" The big hand pushed the card, and then continued to remain silent, waiting for the three friends to give money, with murderous anger in his eyes, as if hinting that whoever dared to owe Lao Tzu would be hacked to death.

"I said Lao Liu, can you say two more words? If you say one more word, I'll give you a hundred taels, how about it? The fat old man in the south laughed.

Comrade Lao Liu clasped his hands, thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give money!" ”

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