In Shuzhou City, on Shucheng Street, a horse-drawn carriage drove in a hurry.

In the carriage, the masked white-clothed boy who was making steamed buns outside the city just now ripped off his mask, gritted his teeth and scolded his father, scolded his mother, scolded the dog emperor, and scolded the errand boy, everything he could think of.

This person is none other than Shao Xiaoyu.

"Sister Xiaoyu, you came to Shuzhou City to accept the project of our teahouse branch, not to be a bodhisattva! Deserve! Apricot took off her mask and said angrily while looking at her wound.

Shao Xiaoyu knew that Xing'er felt sorry for her wound and deliberately scolded her, so she was naturally not angry. He grinned in the cold air, as if it would really relieve the pain.

"Sister Xiaoyu, have you noticed the person who kicked on the horse's hooves, startled the horse, shook the official to the ground, and stepped forward to kick the official again?" Xing'er asked as if she was a little excited.

Shao Xiaoyu was wrapping his hands with the mask he had just had, his head was not raised, and he said angrily: "Look at you, I said it so clearly, it's the same as watching a movie, my hands hurt so badly at that time, how could I have the heart to watch it so carefully!" Not to mention it's a little far away. ”

When Apricot heard this, she seemed to be a little disappointed.

"Except for the clothes that don't look like the second son, everything else looks like the second son, and there are people who are so similar in this world?" She muttered quietly.

Shao Xiaoyu raised his head at this time and knocked on Xing'er's head with that good hand: "Xing'er, do you want the second son to go crazy!" ”

Xing'er shrank her head, and did not avoid the fact that she liked to think about the second son, but said: "You didn't pay attention, you want to see it, you must feel like it!" ”

Shao Xiaoyu's hands didn't seem to be so painful anymore, as if he was extremely tired, his eyes were closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

It is said that she took Xing'er to inspect the decoration of the teahouse, but when she arrived in Shuzhou City, she found a "refugee camp" outside the city. The first thing she did when she went to the teahouse was to buy white noodles, quilts and cotton clothes, and go to the bun shop next door to ask someone to make steamed buns.

In the past few days, she has been busy working day and night, and she has not felt so tired, and she has often been like this when she has encountered on-duty surgery in the past.

She was tired in her heart.

The teahouse has only been open for less than a year, and the money of those princes and nobles is indeed easy to earn, although she has earned a lot, but she doesn't know how long she can manage those refugees, and she doesn't know when the yamen will be able to "see" those refugees!

If it goes on like this, it won't be long before the silver taels you earn will soon be spent. The teahouse chain she plans to open is small, and who will pave the way for those refugees!

Thinking of this, where could she sleep for a moment, she broke her eyes again, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and looked out of the street.

But outside the street, there was a scene of singing and dancing in a peaceful and prosperous world!

"Hey!" Shao Xiaoyu sighed deeply: "It's really Zhumen's wine and meat stinky and there are frozen bones on the road!"

At this time, the carriage stopped at No. 19 Mingxiang Road in Shuzhou City. This is the Shuzhou branch of Xinghua Weiyu Tea House that has not yet had time to open.

The coachman got off the horse, walked to the side of the carriage and shouted softly, "Two sons, here." ”

Shao Xiaoyu and Xing'er came out of the carriage and ordered the coachman to wait at the door at the fourth watch tomorrow morning, and the coachman nodded incessantly.

Then the two turned to the two-story building next to the carriage.