At the end of the day, the shopkeeper knocked on the little beggar's door again: "Guest officer, guest officer, are you still staying in the hotel today?

The little beggar yelled impatiently: "I can't let the little master sleep well, knock on it!" Reluctantly, he put on the quilt and went to sleep.

The shopkeeper went to the next guest room to clean the house, and deliberately made the sound of the tables, chairs and benches a little louder.

The little beggar turned over and curled up in a ball and muttered: "It's noisy, it's better for the master to sleep in the firewood room of 'Lao Junguan'!"

The shopkeeper heard a witty smile in the guest room next door, as if he had succeeded.

The little beggar got up and walked out of the door and stretched his waist, the shopkeeper was not tall, and leaned over: "The little one will get some washing water for the guest officer, you wait for ......"

Before the shopkeeper could turn around, he was scolded by the little beggar by the ear: "You are sent by the stinky duck head to spy on the master! Dare to make the master sleep, dare to make the master sleep...... he grabbed the shopkeeper's ear and kicked it lightly with his foot.

"Look at what you said, the people who came to our 'Xiangxi Inn' are all nobles, how can the little one have the guts! You tap, tap the ......" said as he peeked at the little beggar.

The little beggar let go of the shop, yawned and said, "It seems that the thief didn't show up last night, otherwise the stinky duck head would have run away to find the master!" "It's really boring, is there a place for singing and storytelling in the town, the master will relieve his boredom!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "There is a storyteller in the teahouse, it will be almost noon, it should be finished, but I heard that the market is very lively today, and a poor scholar came, saying that he dug two thousand-year-old ginseng on the mountain and sold it for 1,000 taels of silver. ”

The little beggar jumped up happily: "Haha...... Millennial ginseng, it's too good, it's too good, I'll go to the herb shop to find Boss Qiu and ask him to buy it for the master to stew soup to drink. ”

The little beggar ran to the medicinal herb shop to find Boss Qiu, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw Boss Qiu sitting on a chair in the lobby, and ran over and kept patting Boss Qiu's shoulder to urge: "There are people selling ginseng in the market, Boss Qiu quickly prepares the silver taels and goes to buy them quickly, and if you go late, you will be bought by others!"

Boss Qiu politely asked the maid to look at the tea, but he was reluctant to buy ginseng, shook his head and sighed: "I sent someone to see it, ginseng is indeed a rare and good ginseng, but now this thief is too rampant, even if he buys it, he will buy it for those thieves!"

The little beggar jumped on the chair angrily and pointed at Boss Qiu, "Didn't you say that I helped you catch the thief, and you gave me a ginseng? Could it be that Boss Qiu is a person who does not believe in his words!" The little beggar raised his eyebrows and became angry.

Boss Qiu sighed with a sad expression: "Our 'Muyu Town' is in the east of Shenlong Mountain, tea and medicinal materials are unique, and there are many businessmen, and there are many people who can afford it, if it was before, it would be rushed to buy." But now this thief is rampant, who dares to swagger through the market to touch this brow. ”

Ying'er then sat down and took a big sip of the teacup on the table and said, "The tea in this Muyu Town is really delicious!" closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, then changed his face in a blink of an eye, poked his fingers at the table and shouted: "I don't care, I don't care, you said you want to stew a thousand-year-old ginseng soup for me to drink, hurry up and buy it for me, otherwise I will take a group of beggar brothers, and I will stay here with you every day, and eat and drink all of your medicinal herb shop, and you will do it yourself." ”

The maid covered her mouth and laughed, afraid that she would be found and scolded by Boss Qiu, so she turned her face and retreated.

The little beggar still kept poking his fingers at the table and smirking: "Do you want to spend some money to buy me soup and drink, or let me bring a group of people who ask for food to eat you every day!"

Boss Qiu looked embarrassed and shook his head, not knowing what to do: "This ...... This ......"

Suddenly, I saw the place where the little beggar's finger poked, and wrote the word 'bait' on the table with tea.

The little beggar knew that he had seen it, and slapped it on the words that had just been written: "You should give me a good word!"

Boss Qiu changed his face and immediately became happy: "Okay, good, the old man listens to you." ”

The little beggar glanced at him: "Hmph, I'm afraid, you don't talk much when the time comes, just give the money to buy it back, stew one for the master, and keep one for yourself, it's interesting enough!"

Boss Qiu is worthy of being a businessman, and he understands: "As long as you don't bring someone to my shop to ask for food, I will listen to you for anything." ”