Minghui originally wanted to invite a shopkeeper, but the spice shop is a women's business, and the shopkeeper is best a woman.

Minghui's eyes fell on Cui Niangzi, wasn't there a ready-made female shopkeeper in front of her?

As soon as she said her thoughts, Cui Niangzi waved her hand again and again: "No, no, no, I can only do needlework, go down to the kitchen, where will I do business?" ”

Minghui smiled: "Since Aunt Cui took over the incense invitation, our Daomen incense has become a priceless and sought-after item in the market, there is money to be made in the Taoist temple, and the children in the Shantang under the mountain can eat meat and wear new clothes, as well as our Yunmeng cake, which is also famous by Aunt Cui and Uncle Haiquan, Aunt Cui, I think about it, this shopkeeper must be you." ”

Cui Niangzi was about to excuse herself, but Wang Zhenren said: "Aunt Xiu, I also think you are very suitable." ”

Wang Zhenren spoke, and Cui Niangzi had no choice but to respond.

Seeing that Cui Niangzi agreed, Minghui put her mind at ease and went to the next door to see Xiao Wancub and Liu Yiyi with joy and joy.

The room was quiet all of a sudden, and Cui Niangzi looked worried: "Real person, let's take care of the shop ourselves, will it be ......?"

Wang Zhenren shook his head: "Instead of inviting someone who doesn't know the details to be the shopkeeper, it is better for us to take care of it ourselves." Aunt Xiu, even if someone recognizes you, it is only when you are a layman in Yunmengguan, and further along, you can only find out that you are the maid of the Wang family, and I was born in the Wang family, which is not a secret. ”

"But ......" Cui Niangzi's eyes were not only undiminished, but more, "Real person, you have always wanted the girl to be like other little ladies, hidden in the back house, safe and worry-free, but now, the girl wants to open a shop, not only did you not stop it, but contributed money and efforts, this, is there really no risk?" ”

There was a girl's silver bell-like laughter next door, Wang Zhenren bent his eyes: "Aunt Xiu, have you thought about it, the blood-related Ming family is not reliable, then Huo Yu can't be counted on, now I can still protect her, but she has grown up, like a bird will always leave the nest one day, I am worried that one day, I will be gone, she has nothing, and she is alone in the world."

Rather than that, it's better to let her grow up from now on. Don't be the silk flower that is attached to people, but be a towering tree, with deep roots and lush leaves, standing proudly in the wind and rain. ”

The smile in Wang Zhenren's eyes gradually faded, and she sighed: "Aunt Xiu, you don't have to follow me in the future, you and Haiquan, together with Wang Ping and Wang An, all follow Hui'er." ”

Cui Niangzi was startled, and her voice trembled nervously: "Real person, what are you going to do?" The girl hasn't grown up yet, you can't do stupid things, not to mention, there is a ...... Qian"

Cui Niangzi subconsciously retracted her voice and swallowed back the words behind.

Wang Zhenren smiled: "You think too much, I don't really want you anymore, but I don't want to be like this anymore, where I am, you will be there."

Aunt Xiu, if there is anyone I can trust in this world, it is only you.

The two of us, one of us must be alive, if you die, I will live, if I die in front of you, you must accompany Xiao Hui'er and protect her, so we can't die together, otherwise Xiao Hui'er will really be only one person. ”

Wang Zhenren closed his eyes and hid the water under his eyes.

In Xiao Hui'er's dream, she died with Aunt Xiu, as well as Wang Haiquan and Wang Ping Wang An, they all died, and even the two little girls who were not too late did not survive.

Her little Hui'er is only one person.

Cui Niangzi turned sideways and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, she always knew that as early as more than ten years ago, real people didn't want to live.

But she guessed wrong, she always thought that the real person could survive until now because of Young Master A Qian, but now she knows that in the heart of real people, the most important thing is the girl, not Young Master A Qian.

Over the years, real people have all been for girls.

Minghui didn't know anything about that.

She asked Cui Niangzi to hire two women in their twenties in Shantang, most of whom were young children, and most of them were local, and their parents died without family care, so they were sent to Shantang.

The year before last, there was a kidnapper who abducted a child in the downtown area, was caught red-handed, and was sent to the yamen by the child's relatives who broke his legs, and the yamen found three children and two women in the abductor's residence, all of which were abducted and were ready to be sold to other places.

The three children soon found their families, but the two women became a problem, and the yamen went to the countryside to find their home, but the family insisted that their daughter-in-law was dead.

The words of the two families were exactly the same, and in their hearts, the daughter-in-law who had been abducted by the abductor was dead.

The yamen had no choice but to settle these two women in the good hall, where they usually lit a fire to cook, sew and mend, and bought themselves a tile to cover their heads.

In addition to these two women, Cui Niangzi bought four more girls in Renyazi's hands.

These four girls, all eleven or twelve years old, two were sold by their biological parents, one was sold by their uncle after their father died, and the other turned out to be a child daughter-in-law.

But anyone who understands the market knows that eleven or twelve-year-old girls, if they are sold to people, there are only two endings, if the fate is good, they will be sold to be a maid, and if they have a bad life, they can only be bought and do the business of leaning on the door and laughing.

Cui Niangzi signed a deed for the four little girls, along with the two women, and stayed in the shop to learn how to make incense.

Cui Niangzi followed Wang Zhenren to learn how to make incense, but she has no talent in this way, but it is more than enough to teach these people, and Minghui asked him to come over to help, and a month later, most of the incense cakes and incense sticks in Hua Qianchang are made by them for six people.

But the best incense comes from the hands of Minghui.

Minghui is very busy, busy practicing martial arts, busy making incense, and the wife of Mr. Qiao's darthead, every three or five will send someone to Huizhenguan to ask the little god stick Minghui to help Bu Ji.

There's no way, open the dart game, doing business is inseparable from a "luck" word, can this dart be picked up, which day after the trip is the most auspicious, and even the dart master's birthday eight characters, Mrs. Qiao also wrote one by one, please take a look at the little stick.

Fortunately, Ming Hui grew up in Yunmeng Mountain, six gossip, more or less all know a little, not to mention that there is an old lady Ming, although the old lady Ming is not a real Taoist, but the more this kind of half-hanging, the more crazy he is, and the more he can cross the catastrophe when he comes to the thunder, the old lady Ming pinched his fingers, well, everything is not appropriate today, lie in bed for a day, and then pinch his fingers, well, tomorrow it is appropriate to meet relatives and friends, come to someone, call Xiaohui'er over, and give her a face-to-face in the poor way.

However, Minghui doesn't want to pretend to be a ghost, it's okay once or twice, but if she is like Mrs. Qiao, she has to ask her every time she receives a business, she might as well learn from Aunt Liu and go to Feng'er Lane to set up a stall.

Therefore, Minghui introduced Mrs. Qiao to Daoist Xu Qingzhu, this is a real Taoist priest, opening the altar, pretending to be a god and a ghost, and being a decathlon.

Not to mention, Xu Qingzhu Daochang really calculated a few times, Mrs. Qiao was overjoyed, and after going back, she told a few of her handkerchiefs, one to ten, ten to hundred, and the wives who came to ask Xu Daochang to divinate were endless, and the incense of Huizhenguan was actually vigorous.

Without Aunt Liu, we still have Xu Daochang.