The Holy Lord Jin Yanchen didn't say anything, just the one in front of him, with his little thumb, he could also make his bones gone.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Smack", the folding fan in the man's hand fell to the ground.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Not only is he a color embryo, but he is also a coward.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhao Ping glanced at the man with disdain, and said coldly: "Where did it come from, I don't know what to say?" Which one? ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Most of the people who work in Changjiabao have children. Like Yan Zhiwu, Jiang Yue, Li Jinshan and others, going back to the past, the ancestors were all slaves of the Chang family for ten generations.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Of course, there are those who come to the castle later. Like Wang Lianchen, Fu Xiu, and Du Simian, they are all selected by virtue of their own abilities and after strict screening, and they are extremely excellent people.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The style of each family in Changjiabao is different, but the concept of integrity and loyalty is the same. The children have been studying in the home school since they were young, and the teachers urge them to go to school, and the elders of each family help to keep an eye on them after school.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Occasionally, there are one or two bad melons, who are indulged in pleasure and do not want to make progress, and there is no problem in character. Changjiabao also doesn't mind raising a few idlers.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;But I don't know where this guy who can't get on the stage came from?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiudao: "This is Wang Minghuan, the nephew of the king steward of the Western Medicine Depot. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The theft of the western medicine storehouse, Zhao Ping went to investigate the case, and had an impression of the few people in charge of the affairs there, so he asked: "Is it the Wang Guanshi named Wang Ziweng?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu nodded, "Yes." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Yan Zhiwu added: "Zi Weng is"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;He narrowed his eyes and thought, "I don't remember very well. About twelve or thirteen years, at that time, the wife of a poor family in the west of the city had postpartum syncope, and no one dared to treat it, only he tried his best to save him without taking a penny, until Ah Yue and I arrived. I saw that he was kind and kind-hearted, and his medical skills were not bad, so I proposed that Ah Yue take him into Huairentang.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;It's just that his medical background is limited, and he has no great progress later, and he is not qualified enough to sit in the front hall.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Ah Yue remembered that he had been in the hall for several years, and had been conscientious and hardworking, so he transferred him to the Western medicine warehouse to manage medicinal materials. I've heard that it's done well over the years

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;As for this Wang Minghuan, he is the widow of Ziweng's brother. The mother and son are weak and young, and there is no way to make a living, and the mother and son have been living with the Ziweng family.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zi Weng has no children under his knees, and he is quite fond of this child, and specially sends him to the school to study. When he grew up, he arranged for him to enter the Western medicine warehouse and follow him to do things. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help frowning: "Last month, Ziweng also took this child to my house to pay homage to his birthday, he is a steady and decent child, today somehow, so speechless, but he ate wine?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Wang Minghuan said continuously: "Yes, yes, I couldn't hold back for a while, poured a few more cups of yellow soup, and I can't talk about my brain, and I also ask the old gentleman to calm his anger, please Holy Girl, you are a big man, don't worry about the small."

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu frowned slightly.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;He didn't think it very much before, but after being reminded by Yan Zhiwu, he also felt that Wang Minghuan had been acting differently than usual recently, much more generous and confident, but also much more frivolous.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke saw everyone's reactions, his eyes were slightly condensed, he looked at the half of the fan on the ground, and said:

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Wang Gongzi, can you lend me this fan?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Wang Minghuan subconsciously wanted to say no, but when he saw Mu Dianke's cold eyes, he dared to refuse, and stammered: "It's okay." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Bent down to pick up the fan, but didn't dare to approach Mu Dianke, so he had to hand it to Fu Xiu to give to Mu Dianke.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian Ke took the fan and unfolded it, stared at it for a moment, and said: "I also like to make calligraphy and painting in my spare time, but the painting is not good, and I can't always find a suitable sample." I look at the picture on this fan is very good, can you borrow me and take it back and copy it for two days? ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Wang Minghuan was relieved when he heard that she was just going to borrow it, not to keep it for himself.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;You must know that he bought this fan with a lot of money, and he is really reluctant to give it to others like this.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Of course you can, of course you can."

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke closed the fan and said with a smile: "Thank you." Chao Yan Zhiwu made a special salute and walked out briskly.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhao Ping and An Tiru hurriedly followed.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Wang Ming's soft knees have gained a little strength. Thinking back to Mu Dianke's smile, there was no longer the itch of the cat's claws at the beginning, only the fatigue of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and the lingering fear.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke handed the folding fan to Antiru and said:

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"You personally take this fan, find a connoisseur who knows calligraphy and painting, and ask him to identify whether this fan is the authentic work of Liang Shi's calligrapher and painter Qi Daoshan, and by the way, estimate the price,"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;After a pause, he said, "Let's go and ask Mr. Yan again, what does the ancestor of the Wang family do?" Can there be valuable belongings handed down? Let's see if this fan has the possibility of being an ancestral. Remember, at this time, be secret, and do not pass through the ears of a third person. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Actually, according to the description of the feast of enlightenment, this is unlikely. If the Wang family really has a large amount of property left, Wang Minghuan's mother and son will definitely be able to get a share, and they will not have to rely on the Wang Ziweng family to live.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;But in the end, we still have to check and misjudge.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb; Anti went down. Mu Dian can take Zhao Ping straight to Jusha Hall.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Liu Zuyi greeted him warmly: "Oh, early in the morning, the magpie called, it turned out that Xiao Nian was coming back, please inside, please inside." Stretching his neck and poking behind Mu Dianke: "Didn't the prince come with you?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;It's like going back to my mother's house in three dynasties.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian could see the heads poking out of the west window, his face was flushed, and he didn't have a good seizure, so he only said: "The son is busy, I'm here to find the water master, is his old man there?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Yes," Liu Zuyi was attentive, beckoning people to serve tea, and leading Mu Dian to the east courtyard on the other hand: "The head of the matter talks to you every day, saying that as soon as Xiao Nian leaves, the people who work here are as if there are suddenly half of them." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian can choke.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;This Liu Zuyi really spared no effort to pat herself on the back, how capable she is, she still knows in her heart. Although she also helped Xu Younan to do the accounts before, but the accounts of the pharmacy are different from the gambling house, and she is not familiar with the name, and now she can do things for two people at most, saying that she is half of it, Liu Zuyi is not afraid of flashing her tongue, she still feels empty-hearted.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;What Mu Dian didn't know was that she really wronged Liu Zuyi this time. This is really what Shui Huoyan said. The old man is meticulous in his accounts, and he is still quite unreliable when he talks a lot.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Behind the back to the back, in front of Mu Dianke, Shui Huoyan didn't have a good face:

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"The prince said, I'm afraid that you are busy and tired, and you are not allowed to send you any more work, what else are you going to do?" My temple is small, and it can't accommodate you, a delicate Bodhisattva. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;So I was angry about this.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian laughed and said, "It must be that the person who delivered the message didn't make it clear." I was injured a few days ago, and it happened to be on my back, so it was inconvenient to dial the abacus. I told Qianfo that he would help me take a few days off, and I would have to come back to do things after my injury was healed. ”