The uncle's face didn't change, as if he was used to it, and said casually: "It's not for anyone to open a store, you look at the shops on this street, it looks ordinary, but each one has some way?" ”

"I'll tell you the truth, I've also been to see the old man at the window who specializes in licenses, but I've just arrived and I'll be back."

As he spoke, with a look of embarrassment, Nie Li frowned: "But you won't let in?" ”

The uncle shook his head again and again: "No, I'm just afraid, I'm not afraid of your jokes, that's the yamen, the yamen of a high-ranking family, the old man and my legs are trembling." ”

He laughed as he spoke: "It's good now, content." ”

Compared to previous years, these are the days of stability.

Nie Li also smiled, he thought that someone didn't do anything, otherwise he would have to say it.

After taking a sip of mutton soup, Nie Li said: "Uncle, I won't tell you, I'm doing this, so let's do it, it's fate for the two of us to meet today, it just so happens that I have to go to the license office if I have something, take you along, and do this." ”

"What's going on?"

Although Nie Li is kind, he doesn't want to do bad things, his words are also for the uncle, if the uncle is ready to open a store, it will definitely be a surprise. If not, or if you can't find the door, you will definitely refuse.

Sure enough, Nie Li still has a good grasp of people's hearts.

When I heard this, my eyes lit up.

Nie Li smiled, it seems that this old man is simply afraid of the yamen.

That's right, in the past few years, the yamen has left too many shadows on people.

"Really?"

But then he hurriedly shook his head: "No, you and I are not related, it's not okay to trouble you for such an important matter, I'm good like this." ”

Nie Li shook his head: "Uncle, what are you talking about, it's just a convenient thing, it's really not a waste of effort, besides, didn't you invite me to drink mutton soup?" ”

Uncle was stunned, when did I say please you, but then I seemed to react, it turned out to be what it meant.

knew that Nie Li was kind, but he still refused, how could a few bowls of mutton soup ask someone to do such a big thing.

This was already a great thing in his heart.

Nie Li pulled the uncle: "You just listen to me, anyway, I don't plan to pay for this meal, if you don't go, you will even lose the meal." ”

After the war, the person who can still do business must be a good person, hearing Nie Li's rogue ridicule, who doesn't know that Nie Li is kind.

Although these people are not particularly unique, they have seen many people over the years, and at first glance they are either rich or expensive, which is intended to help him, and he has met a nobleman.

I still wanted to shirk it, but the second sister on the side also said in a timely manner: "Uncle, don't worry, he has great ability, we did have something to do in the past, you don't have a psychological burden." ”

Uncle, when I heard this, I struggled for a while, and then I sighed.

"You guys are doing a lot of help, I was ready for a long time, but the yamen has been delayed until now, so listen to you, I'll clean it up."

The surrounding diners, hearing this, also congratulated beautifully, and bluntly said that the old man met the nobleman, but he was also curious, who are these people, this small county should have taken care of each other, but these people are very angry.

The uncle cleaned up for a while, and then followed behind Nie Li like a little girl and headed towards the yamen.

...... For many readers to give bad reviews, I can't do anything about this list, and it is true that a large part of the middle part of the book has gone wrong after revision, but it is not a crime of war, I don't have a move, I can't change it, I can't change it, I was scolded after it was changed, and I was entangled. I sincerely hope that everyone will give some praise, and the new book has been released, "Waste Son, Emperor Lao'er Don't Force Me", if you like it, you can click on my homepage to comment on it. I'll read every one, thank you

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