Zhu Botong entered the door, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a person, standing behind the counter, intently checking the list in his hand.

The man was more than five feet tall (about one meter six), not even as tall as Zhu Botong, who was only seventeen years old, and looking at the figure of the man, he was wrapped in a wide silk garment, and he was bloated like a swollen sausage.

"Ahem," Zhu Botong coughed lightly, and the man looked up at him, first stunned for a moment, and then a flattering smile appeared on his oily face, "Fourth Young Master, why are you here?"

As he spoke, he squeezed out from behind the table, then turned around and shouted, "Agui, make a good pot of tea!"

"I'll take a look," Zhu Botong looked at him calmly, "Shopkeeper Le, you've gained weight again recently." ”

"Thanks to you and the master," Shopkeeper Le bent down and led Zhu Botong to the back hall, "Please inside." ”

Zhu Botong lowered his eyes and walked back.

When he sat down on the carved ebony chair and watched the guy named Agui pour him a cup of tea, he squinted at the shopkeeper standing beside him, and then asked, "How is the business in the store lately?"

"It's all good, it's all good, it's summer lately, and it's time for business to get better. Shopkeeper Le looked at Zhu Botong who was leaning on the back of the chair, but there was no displeasure on his face, "Last month's list was even better than last year's time. ”

"Well," Zhu Botong nodded, touched his chin, and continued, "Where's the man?

"Enough, enough," Shopkeeper Le looked at Zhu Botong, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, this Zhu Botong usually comes to see, drink some tea, eat some snacks, but today there are many problems.

"I've heard a rumor that's not very good," Zhu Botong suddenly looked into the eyes of the shopkeeper, trying to catch something from the other party's eyes, "A guy died in the shop some time ago. ”

"You, who are you listening to?"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the shopkeeper Le, and then he said calmly, "But there is such a thing." ”

This matter is not big or small, the fourth child of the Zhu family is usually a master who loves to visit the market, and it is not surprising to hear some gossip.

Therefore, he continued: "Don't listen to those who like to chew the root of their tongues, it's just an accident, and the government has sent someone to see it." ”

"I know," Zhu Botong's eyes didn't let go of Shopkeeper Le, "but I heard that the guy's family came to make trouble." ”

"Whew!" Shopkeeper Le made a look of disdain, and said with some excitement: "These Diao people, aren't they here to rely on a few more money?"

"Oh?"

Zhu Botong raised his eyebrows, "Then you have to deal with this matter carefully, don't be caught by competitors." ”

"Don't worry, it's just an old man, and it's no longer a fuss. Shopkeeper Le's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's good," Zhu Botong took a sip of tea, "You bring last month's account books and attendance books, I want to see if you are lying to me when you say that business is good." ”

"Alas," Shopkeeper Le saw that there was nothing wrong with Zhu Botong's face, thinking that he was thinking too much, so he trotted all the way out to get something.

"It seems that what the old man said should be true. Zhu Botong held his chin, looked at the mist rising from the teacup in front of him, stood up again, and looked through the entire courtyard to the teahouse opposite the inn.

"Fourth Young Master, here!"

The shopkeeper walked over from the counter with two thick books in his hand and a smile.

"It stands to reason that you can't read the account books without the master's permission, but you don't want to tell the master about opening a small stove for you!"

"Well," Zhu Botong took the account book and looked through it, "you go and get busy, I'll look at it for a while." ”

Shopkeeper Le didn't move, opened his lips, and wanted to say something.

"You can find someone to stand on," Zhu Botong looked up at him, then turned his head to the other side and shouted, "Agui!

"Fourth Young Master, what's the matter?"

Agui walked in from the backyard, wiped the sweat from his head, and bowed to Zhu Botong.

"You don't have to work yet, come and help me beat my back. ”

"This ......," Gui glanced at Shopkeeper Le.

At this moment, a group of people came from outside the warehouse, and then a figure came in and shouted inside, "Old Le!"

"Alas!"

Shopkeeper Le turned his head and replied.

"Where are you?

"Come now!"

Being urged like this, he couldn't stand still, pointed at Agui, and then pointed at Zhu Botong, "Serve the fourth young master." ”

"Alas," Ah Gui, who was about to give Zhu Botong a slap on his back, nodded, and he didn't slack off in his hands, carefully and gently pinching the shoulders and backs of the fourth young master.

"Ah Gui," Zhu Botong, who was looking through the account books, said to Ah Gui in a voice that could only be used by two people, "How many years have you been in the warehouse?"

"Back to the fourth young master, it's been two years. ”

"Two years," Zhu Botong nodded, turning his head to look at him, "I'm just a buddy now." ”

"Yes," Gui paused on his hand, his tone a little lonely.

"Do you want to be a shopkeeper?"

Hearing Zhu Botong ask, Ah Gui's fingers flickered, and then he looked at the door, where the shopkeeper was talking to someone about something.

"I ...... The little ones don't dare to think. Although Agui said this, he swallowed his saliva and looked at Zhu Botong's back with some expectation.

"What don't you dare to think about," Zhu Botong's tone was very calm, "In a few months, when I reach the age of eighteen, my father will let me come out to take care of things, and I am also short of manpower......"

The words have been said very directly, and Ah Gui naturally understands, but he doesn't speak.

"I know that you are at odds with Le Wenshu," Zhu Botong said again, "I don't think it's very pleasing to the eye." ”

When Ah Gui heard him say this, the movements in his hands slowed down, and he said in a low voice: "You have something to order." ”

No statement, no refusal.

Zhu Botong nodded and smiled. Flipping through the account book, he knew that he couldn't find anything unfavorable to Le Wenji from this account book alone, but he didn't come today to bring down Le Wenji, but for the old man's son's business.

"A guy named Li Tiezhu died last month, you know. ”

"I know that Brother Tiezhu came to our warehouse two months ago, and I have a very good relationship with him. It's a pity that something happened......"

Speaking of this, Ah Gui took a step forward, hesitated, and leaned into Zhu Botong's ear and said, "Fat Le only paid two months of silver, and the pension was not given at all!"

Zhu Botong still calmly flipped through the account books, and on Li Tiezhu's line, it was written, 'Resigned, Fengyin has settled one or two dollars. ’

"This fat man," he poked his finger at the paper, "and he really swallowed this pension." ”

According to the rules, Zhao Tiezhu has been working in the warehouse for less than a year, and this pension should be one year of silver plus funeral expenses, about ten to fifteen taels.

"It's really eating human blood steamed buns. ”

Zhu Botong closed the account book, squinted his eyes, and looked at the music collection outside.