It's rare for business to come to the door, and the last time I was mixed up by the master for no reason, I didn't have time to observe it properly.

Small businessmen are like this, many times the master is afraid that he will teach his apprentices and starve himself to death, so he is unwilling to teach and it is not good to refuse directly, so the apprentice can only rely on his own wit and eyesight, and find an opportunity to learn a little bit.

Although the reason why the master refused to teach me the technique of hooping the heart was probably different from that of other masters, what should be learned as an apprentice is to learn the hand.

I don't think it's too much, after all, I have long had the consciousness to provide for him. Although the master is living like a dead pig now, it is no different from providing for the elderly.

I welcomed the girl in white through the door, brought a chair over, and wiped it three times in front of them, lest it would fall into dust and stain the girl's skirt. Anyone who looks good will be treated with special preference wherever they are.

People who say that "even if a girl is ugly on the outside, as long as she is kind enough on the inside, she will be cute" has actually acquiesced to the fact that a beautiful girl is still cute even if she is not kind enough on the inside, and may even be more charming than a kind ugly girl.

Of course, there is no insinuation here that the girl who is sitting in the shop at this time bows her head shyly, how can I bear to hurt such a beauty with words, bullying women and children is really not a hero's doing, not to mention that she has not done anything bad.

This time I took the initiative to speak, "Master, do you need me to buy soju?"

At the same time, I secretly made up my mind in my heart - this time I won't mix water into it, and if I can't do it, I will ask the owner of the wine shop for one more gourd, and only fill the master's gourd with water.

However, Master was unable to grant my wish: "I won't buy soju this time, let's send it off." ”

Master's expression of indifference when he spoke was very different from my courtesy.

I'm amazed, is Master ashamed of himself in front of beautiful women and jealous? But what are you called by a bad old man and a little girl? Even if you are jealous of other people's good looks, then you don't do anything about the silver in the guest's pocket.

Of course, I would never say these words in front of the master and the guests, but as time went on, I inevitably developed the habit of complaining in my heart.

Most of the girls in the white dress have never encountered such a cold attitude - after all, there are more normal human beings in the world. Therefore, when the master rushed out like this, he suddenly panicked, nervous, scared and a little shy, and raised his hand to take out a heavy embroidered bag from his sleeve: "Please don't worry, master, if these are not enough, I can go home and get more." ”

I was taken aback: Is this also your plan, Master!

A faint flush flew on the girl's white face when she said this, and her hand carrying the money bag trembled slightly, like a white rabbit waiting to be caught, just waiting for a hound to bite its neck. It's really rare to have a guest who reports his family background like this, with "Come and lie to me" written on his face, and I don't know if the family protects them too well or takes care of them too badly, so they lack common sense.

The beauty wept, and I felt pity. You are so unfamiliar with the world, how can I bear to lie to you?

Master, his eyelids shook violently by this bag of silver, and then he noticed his gaffe, and forcibly pretended to be calm, which made me feel terrified: it was like a dirt dog staring at the meat and bones in your hand, but he had to pretend to be indifferent and gnaw weeds at your feet.

Seeing that the master did not react much, the girl became a little bolder: she spread the money bag on the table and pushed it hard into the master's arms.

Wonderful.

Silver spilled from the embroidered bag, grain by grain, and a blinding light lay in the depths of the dimly lit shop. The light rolled on the wooden table, and a few of the rays fell onto the hem of Master's coat.

The girl was obviously taken aback by her strength, and the situation now looked like a rich man using his power to humiliate a commoner. She panicked, her eyes reddened a little, and she wanted to apologize to her master.

At this time, the master could no longer bear it, and was overwhelmed by the instinct engraved in his bones, and stretched out his arm and swept quickly to the table.

The silver nuggets that had been spilled on half of the table disappeared in an instant.

The chic and neat is like Feihong stepping on the snow, and I am amazed to see it.

The master spoke, as if he was not the one who refused to accept the guest just now, and gently comforted, "Don't be afraid, I will help you." ”

Then he turned his head and instructed me: "Pick up good fruits and pastries and buy a few things to come back, go to my pillow mezzanine to get the silver, no need to buy wine, go to the backyard to make tea with a pot of well water, go back quickly." ”

Pillow compartment? I know.

Big business is coming, so the money can be withdrawn at will, and when the private money saved is spent, there will be new filling.

I answered, turned my head and took the silver and flew out, passing by the table next to the two of them, the girl in the white dress grabbed me, Shuya's smile was dotted with tears: "Please buy some wine and come back, you want to be strong." ”

I'm a little embarrassed. Turning his head to the master, he gave him an inquiring look.

The girl sensed my predicament, took my hand and shoved a piece of silver into my palm.

I no longer cared about Master, and rushed into the rain with a big umbrella.

Unlike other businesses, the business of liquor stores is not affected on rainy days.

It's lively, noisy, and noisy.

At the end of the day's work, being able to draw a little money in the wine shop and sit and drink a bowl of light wine is the biggest pastime of ordinary men.

When I came out of various workshops and workshops, I was full of exhaustion, and when I returned home, I was followed by firewood, rice, oil and salt. Only this moment in the wine shop is the most comfortable and relaxing time of the day. After drinking a bowl of wine with meat jokes that can only be told in the store, the humble firewood of the wine shop is pushed away, and the red dust is ushered in.

The man who said this to me had already saved a lot of silver taels at the time, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a wealthy new merchant, and although he could afford to spend in a better and more spacious winery, his favorite place to come was still this dimly lit little winery.

It wasn't until the friends who used to work with him and drank and joked together began to become restrained, no longer making jokes about him without scruples, but turning into one flattery and praise after another.

That day, after the other men had gone home, he came up alone, touched my head, and asked me what I liked best.

I replied, "Silver."

He smiled dumbly, then you have to work hard. Then he dragged me to talk about the past, all about the men in white coats who used to fish with him and fell into the river, the men with moles on their faces, and the boring things that he liked the neighbor's sister since he was a child, and the shirtless man who used to work with him.

After he said that he had nothing to say again, he gave me five copper coins as a reward for listening to his nonsense, and urged me to bring Master's wine home. I left the wine shop, and when I walked away, I turned my head to look, and there were two more jars of old wine on the wine table in front of the man, and the mud seal was not unsealed.

He lay down between the jars of wine that were haphazardly arranged, and buried his face deep in the crook of his arm.

After that day, he never came again.

The men are no longer restrained, and have returned to the noisy days of drinking and talking meat.

It's just some past events that come to mind by chance. Now I am on a mission to help Master earn a lot of money.

I asked the owner of the liquor shop to buy two catties of the softest light wine, presumably that girl should not have drunk much liquor in the past, and there are many rules in wealthy families, and there are already a few who allow their daughters who are not out of the cabinet to drink, let alone spirits. I heard that the lady who lives in the capital has four or five maids and grandmothers to follow her when she goes out, even if our small city residents are bold, they will definitely not allow girls to indulge in alcohol.

The men who were steaming with alcohol were still shouting, what kind of martyrdom between the poor boy of the Liang family and the eldest lady of the Zhu family, the young people of the Ma family have been mixed up since then, and the girls of the Song family are getting more and more boring.

I went out with a light wine, and the raindrops of the rainy season fell on the surface of my wide umbrella, under which were the people who did not know their sorrows.