Nervous tension and physical and mental exhaustion are often the most torturous, no matter which family is the eldest lady, you must always be with the people in the family.

She thought to herself, alas, that when she wakes up again, she is faced with another laborious job.

The next day, Song Zhixi dragged his weak body out of the door.

Just because the government personally sent someone to send a brief to inform him that it was last night's Mid-Autumn Festival night that someone set off Kong Ming lanterns in Pingkangfang in the downtown area, and accidentally burned down the tea shop operated by the Song family.

As early as before Song Yuan's family moved to the capital to settle down, this shop had been filled in the dowry list for marrying his wife Yang Qing, and on the day Yang Qing left the pavilion, the shop was replaced by personnel, and the steward of the Yang family was responsible for the operation.

After Yang died of illness, his eldest brother Guo Xiangye took the young Song Zhixi back to his mother's house to visit relatives and live.

She was not yet ten years old at the time.

Now that something has happened to the tea shop, Song Zhixi naturally wants to go over in person.

It is said that open fires are prohibited in the downtown area, but it coincides with the full moon festival, although the fire prevention investigation and these things are specially investigated and patrolled according to the inspection department responsible for taking care of them, but the east wind is unpredictable, and this kind of unwarranted disaster still exists every year.

The location of her tea shop in Beijing Street is not good, and in her limited impression it has always been a bleak operation, business is sluggish, and it is difficult to find a sense of existence in the same industry, so it will not attract people's eyes at all, that is to say, the hidden factors of man-made disasters do not exist at all.

Besides, even if you burn down the shop, you can't burn her title deed, isn't it still in her hands?

However, the routine behavior of these officials is too hasty, and it is really difficult to get over the face......

"The official won't inspect it again?" Song Zhixi looked at the unrecognizable warehouse and frowned.

The burning sensation of the whole warehouse has faded, the exterior walls are made of mortar and terracotta lacquer, now different from yellow and black, the drawer shelves store the precious tea leaves accumulated for many years, and the burning of the fire makes the texture of the skin of the drawer appear to be bursting open, leaving the textured black wood exudes a scorching smell.

But looking at the degree of burning, it has not completely become waste wood, which shows that it was found in time, but the stored tea is estimated to be unusable due to the damage to the quality.

The official lifted his eyelids and glanced at Song Zhixi, smiled and continued to look through the income and expenditure account books in the shop, and when a pawn handed over an official checkbook, claiming that everything had been done, he quickly tore off a page and handed it to Yang Quan, the shopkeeper on the side.

The process is all over.

He said, "There's no need to look it up again, it's unfortunate, but that's what it is." At that time, there was a patrolman who knocked on Mu Duo and walked through the streets, and when he passed by the lookout, he found the fire, and the burned-out Kong Ming lanterns were still lying in your yard, you can take a look. There is only so much the government can do, and when the time comes, ask someone to take this piece of paper to the government office to receive the pension money, and the matter will be done. ”

"It's not just that one of your shops was burned, but let's talk about the coffin shop next door, when the golden silk nanmu offered like a baby was completely destroyed, no one said anything, you are also more interesting, don't make trouble, there is not much silver in the Qingshui Yamen for you to fiddle with these years."

The paper was stamped with fresh fingerprints and the tea shop's exclusive logo ink, which showed that as soon as these officials arrived, they quickly and quickly opened up the shopkeeper and drew a charge, and even she, the unworthy owner, did not intend to wait.

"Fortunately, people are fine, and besides, the livelihood of your tea shop is not Fengmao, so if you think about it, it won't hurt to lose such a fortune, and you can do the rest yourself." The official in charge of the aftermath threw down such a painless sentence, and left with all the pawns.

"The drawer frame is made of walnut wood, and in order to keep the tea dry and cool, a layer of tung oil was specially applied to prevent water and corrosion, but who expected it to be ruined by a fire." Yang Quan shook up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to brush the scorched wood of the drawer rack and exclaimed, "This carbonized wood can not only prevent ants and insects from gnawing, but also play a role in preventing moisture, and the service life of the wood is also greatly extended." ”

The shopkeeper Yang Quan talked eloquently about this wood, and he was out of control.

At this moment, several of the guys on the steam looked at each other, presumably accustomed to the shopkeeper's style, and did not remind him, but just smiled at her awkwardly.

However, Song Zhixi was shocked by his indifferent attitude, and interjected, "Uncle Yang, how can you make up for the loss of the treasury?" ”

Yang Quan glanced at her suspiciously, "Don't panic, cousin, I've already arranged it, wait for the guy to report to Lingcheng in a few days, and the Yang family will naturally come to fill it." ”

Song Zhixi's face turned red by these words, the facts have been laid out on the bright side, but everyone tacitly knows it, although she has the title deed, but in fact she has done nothing, never asks about the situation in the shop, let alone operates, in the final analysis, she is the cheap granddaughter who has indirectly rubbed the Yang family's rice for more than ten years......

However, as the shopkeeper, this kind of attitude of not caring about oneself is really so that any proprietor can see some knots.

But after thinking about it, yes, she only knew that the Yang family was in business, and she could be sent to the capital by her grandmother to take over the shop, and any one of them had been running for the Yang family in the past.

Not to mention Uncle Yang, even the young guys in the shop, their skin is so tender that they can pinch out the water, it can be seen that this stable life is really free, stay in this big tea shop, and enjoy your old age in peace.

Song Zhixi admitted.

Now that you're out of the house, it's better to meet your new friends.

*

Thrown into a corner of the wine jar at the mouth of the narrow alley, a little elixir-like liquid flowed out of its mouth, and for a moment, it was kicked by a beggar and rolled a few times, and it was rare to look down on this bargain.

As he glanced at a figure, he nervously shrunk his neck and disappeared into the crowd.

South Street in the city.

Song Zhixi traveled lightly and walked up the stairs on the broad street leading to Baofu Building, but when he walked quickly, he was knocked off his hat by a beggar. Although the bridge was crowded but very spacious, she smiled generously and did not say much.

He was about to stagger over, but was presumptuously stopped by a hand that stretched out, revealing a gray lining in the tattered sleeves.

She withdrew her gaze, opened her mouth and was about to say something, when the beggar immediately took something out of the placket of her clothes, without any scruples.

The chapped palms held a small brocade box, which looked extraordinarily luxurious, as if at this moment it was shouting for a prominent figure that was obviously not matched by the person holding it.

When the beggar saw that she was not disgusted or driven away, he looked at her boldly, and did not spare any of her expressions.

The girl in front of him had a vivid face and lovely cheeks, and looked very good at talking, and when he noticed her doubts, he said in time, "Hey, the girl knows that this thing is indeed not a villain, so someone asked me to hand over this thing to you, saying that it was a gift." ”

"Gifts? What do you mean? Song Zhixi took the brocade box and asked.

"Girl, you look up to me, how do I know the thoughts of these rich and noble people, if I can really figure it out, can I still be such a tattered and slippery appearance now?"

"Also, don't doubt that I've done something behind me, I haven't touched any of the things inside. And, hehe, the man said, this thing ......" He pulled his gaze away from the brocade box, fixed on Song Zhixi's face, and smiled, "I'm not worthy." ”

He said the most cowardly words with the most prodigal expression, but he didn't see the slightest attitude of feeling inferior.

She couldn't help but sigh secretly, this person's ideological realm is really high, and it is also the peak of achievement.

However, in the beggar's opinion, one yard is one yard, and the box has a buckle but no lock, so the fool will not open the box in advance to take a look. He doesn't know a few big words, he only knows that no matter how good the box is, it has to change hands to realize it, besides, no matter how valuable it is, it's just a wooden tree, and there is no valuable treasure in it. If he goes to the pawnshop for pawn without permission, those profiteers may use a few copper plates to cheat him, where can he be honest in getting paid for doing things?

He would remind her like this, completely trying to clear himself, in case this girl saw that there was nothing good in it, but instead cried and chirped and beat him up and slandered him for stealing, then wouldn't he have been busy for a long time in vain, and he became not a human inside and out?

Don't do the work at a loss!

She opened the brocade box, and there was an ordinary silver needle lying quietly in the brocade box, with a perforated color thread at one end of the silver needle, and a note pressed underneath, with the small characters reading: See the needle and die.

For a moment, her whole body tensed, standing on the high white marble arch bridge, and the thin sweat on her neck exposed her extreme nervousness at the moment.

The sky is blue and white, and countless bright sights on the street seem to be pierced by silver needles with cold light in the next moment.

Although this is only a psychological suggestion, she really feels that at this moment, the stark and ironic contrast between the light and the dark is clamoring for ridicule and killing.

"I think...... I don't deserve it. Song Zhixi twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly, almost never laughing so ugly. The things in her hand seemed to be extremely hot, and she just wanted to stuff them back and leave immediately.

The beggar looked anxious when he saw it, and hurriedly took a few steps back and withdrew his hand, "The girl is humble, you are worthy, you are worthy!" ”

Seeing the beggar's thumb and index finger rubbing intentionally, her eyelids jumped and she secretly scolded herself: Reward? Isn't it funny? You give me this kind of thing that is trying to kill me at any time, it is obvious that you are pushing me to death, and I want to give you a reward?

She used what she had left of her reason to persuade herself: those who do not know are not at fault, and those who do not know are without fault......

……

Although she was flustered along the way, it did not prevent her from holding back the fire in her heart, and the hidden flying needle appeared again in such a flamboyant and humiliating way, this time it was so straightforward, obviously she didn't even bother to cover it up, and the warning meaning was clear.

These people are simply arrogant, what a violation of human life?!