Mother Sun pursed her mouth and retreated without saying a word.

She has had a very bad life in the past half a month, and she is in a worried mood but has nowhere to vent, especially when she learned that the biggest reliance in her heart was to rely on Du Jun, whom she disdained and despised, to make such a big change, this emotion almost made her collapse.

How so?

How can it be?

But the facts are the facts, and they will not change because of her dissatisfaction, and from then on, Mother Sun became a lot silent, that is, when she saw that Du Jun fiddling with the small kitchen and summoning the full warehouse Xiaolian to reconcile the accounts, she was no longer arrogant and silent.

In contrast, Du Jun is very satisfied.

Slaves and maids must have the consciousness of slaves and maids, and do not want to rely on their former feelings to manipulate their masters and point fingers.

At this moment, Song Jiang came back from outside.

After a little tidying, a family of three walked out of Yimei Courtyard with two maids.

Along the way, he met a lot of servants who came and went, bowing one by one, but his eyes flickered more with disdain and curiosity, compared to Du Jun did not pay attention, only Xiaolian was nervous, and followed behind Du Jun with her head down, not even daring to come out.

In contrast, Du Jun also shook his head secretly, a person's personality is caused by many factors over the years, and if you want to change, it is not an overnight achievement.

On the way, Song Jiang roughly told Du Jun about the route, first went to Wangjiang Pavilion for dinner, and then changed to a teahouse to meet Song Qi of the British Mansion.

In contrast, Du Jun has no objection.

Song Jiang should have taken into account that Wangjiang Pavilion was Yu Erye's industry, and Shopkeeper Tong was a noble person in Du Jun's life, and when he had no way to see Yu Erye, Shopkeeper Tong was the best candidate to speak.

Soon, half an hour later, the group boarded the called carriage under the gaze of the chief butler Li Zhong.

At noon, as the carriage slowly moved forward, the noise along the way reached his ears through the thick curtains, not only Xiaolian, but also Du Jun himself felt as if he was relieved.

Wealth is good, but not everyone is adapted.

Mingyuan Wangjiang Pavilion.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street and the red lanterns hanging everywhere in the restaurant, Du Jun melted a piece of dim sum with water and slowly fed it to Zhuang Zhuang in his arms.

Zhuang Zhuang has been six months old, and in addition to rice soup, Du Jun occasionally gives him some supplementary food.

On the other side, Song Jiang summoned the guy to ask for a few dishes, and then asked the shopkeeper Tong.

"Our shopkeeper doesn't seem to be there, if the guest officer is in a hurry, you can leave your message, and when the shopkeeper comes back, the little ones will help you convey it."

The young man was about 20 years old, with a slender face, and two dimples on his cheeks when he spoke, and he replied with a smile.

"That's it~"

It happened suddenly, Song Jiang didn't expect that the shopkeeper Tong was not there, turned his head to look at Du Jun, Du Jun bowed slightly, Song Jiang turned back and continued, "Then please leave a word for the shopkeeper Tong, just say that an old friend of Anxian County Song someone is looking for him." ”

"Okay, the guest officer has written down all the small things he said, and he will tell the shopkeeper when he comes back", the young man heard that it was the shopkeeper's friend who became more polite, nodded solemnly.

After the young man withdrew, Man Cang poured a cup of tea for Song Jiang with great eyesight.

Song Jiang took a sip and looked up at Du Jun, "Then let's go directly to the teahouse after eating, the third brother is in a hurry, and he hasn't set a specific time, we can wait while drinking." ”

Ok！

No problem.

Du Dujun nodded, she also knew that today's matter was a bit tricky, the time was too rushed, if possible, she didn't like this, but who told me that things were crowded together at this time, Song Jiang was going to leave her job and change jobs, and the old lady didn't give leave, and she also accumulated a lot of problems that needed to be solved urgently.

While talking, the meals were served one after another, and a few people didn't say much, and they were full after a while.

During this period, Shopkeeper Tong never came back, and Du Jun was not without regrets in his heart.

In fact, according to her personal relationship with Shopkeeper Tong, she could go directly to their house, but today's situation is special and time is pressing, Song Jiang didn't have time to post to Shopkeeper Tong, so she could only wait for the rabbit in Wangjiang Pavilion, but she was unlucky and didn't meet anyone.

After lunch, the group got into the carriage and hurried to the next location.

This teahouse is called Pinyixuan, opened near the wharf, the location is good, the flow of people is large, and the price is fair, the tea is of high quality, it has been very prosperous since its opening, and it is a very famous teahouse in Mingyuan.

When it came closer, the feeling was even better.

The teahouse occupies a very wide area, divided into two floors, each floor has more than 300 square meters, the four corners of the teahouse are hung with a string of red lanterns, it is very eye-catching to look at from afar.

"Guest officer, please come inside, there is a good box inside, the environment is elegant, especially suitable for distinguished guests like you who bring your wife."

As soon as the carriage stopped, a hospitable young man stood at the door and greeted Song Jiang.

"The private room set by Song Sanye of the British Mansion, has anyone else arrived?" Song Jiang didn't want to say more, and asked directly.

"Back to the guest officer, Song Sanye hasn't arrived yet, but the box has been set, and the small one will show you the way in front."

While speaking, Du Jun also followed Song Jiang into the teahouse slowly.

When she came in, there was a dark-skinned middle-aged man who was impassionedly telling the story of the war between Great Xia and Jin, which caused a circle of audience cheers from time to time.

The second floor is an independent box, named according to the heavenly stem and the earthly branch, Song Sanye Song Qi is the second room of the ground word, the room is not big, but the items are readily available, and there are several celebrity calligraphy and paintings that Du Jun can't see good or bad on the wall.

"Guest officer, this is the box that Song Sanye often comes to, and a pot of top-grade Biluochun has been brewed in it, plus four plates of dim sum, you see if there is anything else you need to order directly."

The young man kept smiling at each other, and said to Song Jiang after a general introduction.

"It's none of your business, go down."

On the other side, Du Jun bowed slightly, and took out a handful of copper plates from his arms, about twenty or thirty of them were directly thrown into the hands of the guys in the teahouse.

"Brother Lao is staring at the point, and my master is waiting here."

"It's easy to say, as soon as the person arrives, the small one will be brought to you immediately."

A large part of the income of the people in the teahouse comes from the rewards of the guests, and they are smiling when they see this, and they are busy raising their voices.

"Lady, do you drink tea or listen to books?"

After the guy withdrew, Song Jiang asked.

"It doesn't matter."

Du Jun was not interested in either of these, shrugged his shoulders, took Zhuang Zhuang from Xiaolian's hand and sat down and complained, "It's just that my right eyelid has been jumping, I don't know if there will be any more accidents in a while?" "Hundred Platings" The Ancient Life of the Last Woman Claw Book House The latest chapter is free to read for the first time.