Wang Ji Restaurant had a thriving business, and Zhao Qingmiao had to return to his shop.

Clear clouds. Crossing a stone arch bridge, it is the eighteen lanes of the long street, with white walls and pink delicacy, and the market is varied.

The warm autumn sun shines through the window lattices made of two shell tiles, casting a faint glow in front of the desk.

"Miss, plum blossom cake." Shen Xiao carried a wooden plate into the house, put down a plate of dim sum, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Qingmiao.

I saw that she turned a deaf ear, quickly flicked the abacus beads with her bare hands, and on the other side of the booklet was the details of the goods entering and leaving the shop.

So Shen Xiao's eyelids closed slightly, and he sighed almost inaudibly: Isn't it just a joke that day? As for ignoring yourself for two days?

The sound of 'crackling' abacus beads stopped. Zhao Qingmiao's gaze slowly moved away from the booklet, and suddenly looked at Shen Xiao, hesitated and said, "Shen Jiu, there is something for you to do." ”

Shen Xiao was a little surprised, and raised his eyes to say something to her.

After a while, he went out of the Zhao family's shop alone.

Chang Xi leaned over and looked down from the window, and looked back at Zhao Qingmiao, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

Zhao Qingmiao deliberately ignored it, and when she couldn't hold back herself, she asked, "Miss, I think you haven't been very kind to see Shen Jiu recently, did he offend you somewhere?" ”

"If I don't offend, do I have to see him?"

Zhao Qingmiao glanced at her lightly, pinched the plum blossom cake and tasted it, it was soft and glutinous and sweet.

Chang Xi pursed his lips and said, "Then why did the young lady send Shen Jiu to Furong Mansion to ask for debts?" The temper of the head of the household is very stinky, and he took Xiao Er to ask for accounts last time, but he was splashed with a basin of water. ”

Zhao Qingmiao chewed a piece of plum blossom cake and ate it slowly, wiped the crumbs, and then responded: "Chang Xi, you talk too much." I remember that you are not young, how can you start a family if you always follow me? It's better to find a mother-in-law to tell you about it later, so that your brother can feel at ease. ”

Chang Xi exclaimed, covered his mouth and took a few steps back: "Don't, don't!" Miss, I was wrong, don't talk nonsense anymore? My brother doesn't want to step into the fire pit of marriage, so please let me go~"

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Furong Building in the east of the city, graceful and elegant. The surname of the head of the family is Song, and he does the porcelain business.

At the end of last year, Mr. Song hurriedly went to Zhao's shop and made a deposit, saying that he would make up for a batch of porcelain fired in the Jiangnan kiln. At that time, it was freezing and it was the New Year, and there were few people on the ship, and the guys who pulled the goods also returned home. Zhao Qingmiao contracted the cold and recuperated at home, so Zhao Yanjiu personally led people to the south.

First the waterway, and then the land road was bumpy, and it was not easy to break the skin with people and rush to bring the goods back. At that time, Master Song was grateful, spoke kindly, held Zhao Yanjiu's arm, and begged to postpone the account for a month. Zhao Yanjiu was poured a few glasses of wine, and agreed with a soft heart for a while.

That's where things get hurt. At the end of the month, Zhao Yanjiu went to ask for the account on time, but he was pushed and delayed again. Since this time, the Zhao family has sent people to ask for accounts every month, and they are all cold-faced. Then Master Song seems to have changed his rogue appearance: It's not that he doesn't pay it back, if he can delay it, what can you do to me?

Originally, they were all doing business in Yongcheng, and it would be boring to tear their faces when they looked down and didn't look up. Zhao Qingmiao thought about this matter and would not sue the government, so he dragged it down again and again.

Shen Xiao stood in front of the bright door, blocking the place to enter and exit. He has a slender figure, and although he is coarse and linen, his eyes are clear and handsome, and he is eye-catching.

After Shen Xiao explained his intentions, the account room rolled his eyes knowingly, and said perfunctorily "The owner is not there", planning to ask Xiao Er to send people away.

However, Shen Xiao didn't move a step, his back was straight, and his hands were empty behind his back and his fists were clenched.

The little guy bullied him because he was just a teenager, and he thought it was easy to deal with. Stretched out his hand and quenched a mouthful of saliva to the left and right, walked up with his fists, and pushed his shoulders hard.

As a result, Shen Xiao didn't move at all, only slowly moved his gaze to the hand that was an eyesore, although he didn't avoid it, but his eyes showed disgust for a moment.

The little guy was inexplicably chilled, and immediately retracted his hand. "Hey, that's a blast, isn't it? Walk you—" He lifted his foot and tried to kick it.

Shen Xiao saw his intentions clearly, pressed the corners of his mouth, and a deep anger appeared between his eyebrows.

He kicked the little guy's knee first, and the latter was caught off guard, staggered and fell in pain, clutched his injured knee, and tossed and turned on the ground and cried out in pain.

"If you are fierce, are you evil?" Shen Xiao looked at it coldly and lifted the corners of his mouth.

— Who is better than a regent in terms of evil?

"Yo, who would dare to fight in my building? Go to the officer! ”

Someone raised his voice sharply, carried a yellow rosewood birdcage, and slowly walked down the stairs.

This person's thick eyebrows were messy, and there was a hint of cunning in his narrow eyes. It is the old Wang Ba who does not repay his debts - Master Song. He had been walking the birds upstairs early in the morning, and only came down to show his face when he heard the movement.

Master Song looked at Shen Xiao, smashed his mouth, and said contemptuously: "Who are you?" ”

"Shen Jiu of the Zhao family, I have come to ask Master Song for an account." Shen Xiao didn't give a salute, and his eyes moved from Master Song to the birdcage.

It was a red-billed, green-haired, yellow-haired parrot with a bright yellow belly, with its thin toes clutching a swinging branch, and from time to time bowing its head to groom its feathers.

"Don't give, don't give! Kill and don't give! "Unexpectedly, it was this little beast who spoke first. It suddenly raised its head and spread its wings, constantly flapping up and down, showing off its might in the cage.

Master Song hadn't seen Shen Xiao before, so he thought it must be easy to deal with. Blowing a whistle into the cage first, the parrot immediately folded its wings, and the undisguised smugness in his eyes made a dilemma.

"Oh, unfortunately. I've just spent a sum of money on repairing my family's ancestral home, and I've been stretched thin lately. You go back and tell your master first, and then say that you will be accommodating, and I will definitely pay it back in a month. ”

- Typical I am poor, I am reasonable.

Shen Xiao still put his hand behind his back, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said: "Master Song, according to the new law of my dynasty, those who fail to repay their private debts will be punished with ten strokes for more than one tael and three months, and ten rods for more than ten taels in one month." Master Song owes the Zhao family a deposit of eighty taels, and I can't calculate it for a while, why don't you let your account manager calculate it? ”

The bookkeeper was watching the excitement, but when he heard what was going to be tortured, he was already frightened and cold, and he was hit again, so he couldn't make a sound, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "Old, master, it's sixty sticks." ”

Master Song looked back and glared at him fiercely: I want you to talk more!

If this stick goes down, ordinary people will shake three times, and if the sixty sticks go down, how will the butt bloom? It's clear that the old man is going to report to the king of Hades!

The more Master Song thought about it, he began to feel a chill down his spine, and his heart was like numbness: Is that to repay the money, or not?

After all, he has experienced storms in the business world, but he will not be easily frightened by a young man.

Old Man Song thought about it for a while, tightened his complexion, and deliberately sneered and asked Shen Xiao: "You said there is?" How come I haven't heard of the new law. Maybe even the prefect doesn't know this law! After he finished speaking, he felt that he was reasonable, and he became more and more convinced that the kid in front of him was fooling people.