Mao Shi is the big boss of the Shouchun Liushui Pavilion, saying that he is the big boss because the Liushui Pavilion is big enough, the front and back yards of the Liushui Pavilion, the inside and outside are two, the outer layer is a three-story restaurant, the food and lodging are integrated, and the second is for the Mao family and the hired long-term workers to live.

Such a big restaurant, although it is not on the main street in the center, is still worth no less than 100,000 gold in Shouchun, a place where every inch of land is expensive. But Mao Shi is often strapped for money, when the ancestors of the Mao family followed the king of Chu to build the country, after getting the reward to establish this flowing water pavilion, I thought that wealth was rolling in like flowing water, but I didn't expect that after the opening, the business has not been salty or light, barely maintaining the daily expenses of the restaurant, and it is impossible to have excess savings.

Mao Shi often slandered the reason why the business of the Liushui Pavilion was bleak in his heart, all because the ancestor who was not literate but liked to be vassally and elegant, found a half-hung literati and mentioned the couplet at the door. "Falling flowers deliberately follow the flowing water, flowing water ruthlessly loves falling flowers", the ancestor set such a couplet at the door, how can the business be good? He often wants to replace the couplet, but the ancestor left a testament "Mao Shi's descendants must not tamper with the flowing water pavilion grass and trees!", in the past two hundred years, in addition to the necessary maintenance, the flowing water pavilion has really not moved, and it is also regarded as a lot of reputation accumulated in Shouchun, and it is not a problem to meet the food and clothing of the family.

The huge inn, one hundred and ten rooms, the occupancy of the staff is often not more than thirty percent, only every twelve years when the three martial arts will be held in the spring of the twelfth year, the number of people will be more, but it will never exceed fifty percent.

This year, however, there are some anomalies, since last night, people have been coming to book rooms, and this morning, all the rooms have been booked, Mao Shi called the ancestors in his heart, is it that the Mao family has been sticking to the iron tree for two hundred years and finally ushered in the blossoming of the iron tree? Or the ancestors of the Mao family had foresight.

Mao Shi is a person who has lived in the imperial capital for most of his life, he does not believe in the spirit of his ancestors, and his ancestors are only the close guards of the King of Chu, if he is a fairy like Qu Zi, he may appear to the spirit. He opened the housing registration book again, looked at the names on it, and felt infinite satisfaction in his heart, and he could boast to his ancestors after his death, since the opening of the Liushui Pavilion for two hundred years, the highest business record was created by his Mao poems.

Gradually, Mao Shipin tasted wrong, the names of these tenants who booked the room seemed to be somewhat familiar, the one named Tang Fan seemed to have the same name as the housekeeper of the Baili family in the city, and the one named He Chao, listening to his own boy's boasting, he had seen the second-class housekeeper of the Xiang family of the military god family, and it seemed that he was also called He Chao. Looking down further, Mao Shi's forehead began to break out in a cold sweat, more than a dozen of these names were familiar to him, and all of them had the same name as the housekeepers of the big and small families in the city without exception, how could this be an exception?

What's even more strange is that these people don't move in after booking and paying for a room, could it be that there is something big going on in this Liushui Pavilion? He hurriedly gave himself a slap in the face, and secretly said, "Bah, bah, Tong Yan Wuji." "Completely forgetting that I was a lot old, and my beard hung down my chest.

Mao Shi looked up at the outside of the building, the shadow of the restaurant had completely extended to the other side of the street, and he estimated that the sun would completely set in two pillars of incense. It has been thirty years since he took over the Liushui Pavilion from his father, and when he has nothing to do, he observes the relationship between the sunset and the shadow of the restaurant, and he really finds out the law, he doesn't have to go out, he can estimate the time of darkness just by the shadow of the restaurant, this trick is unpleasant.

At this time, two well-dressed old men, followed by a majestic man in his thirties and a handsome young man less than twenty years old, walked towards the restaurant. Mao Shi has developed a pair of fiery eyes over the years, although these people are wearing ordinary clothes, Mao Shi judges from their temperament that this line of work must be official people.

If there is such a noble person who comes to the restaurant in normal times, it is strange that Mao Shi can't burn high incense, but now he can only laugh at the four distinguished guests with a bitter face and complain: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's not a coincidence, the small shop is full, do you want to take a look at other stores?"

The leading old man smiled slightly and said kindly, "We have already booked a room." Then he handed the room card issued by the hotel to Mao Shi.

The old man's voice was kind, but Mao Shi felt as if he was facing thousands of troops, and the old man had a momentum of thousands of troops behind him. Mao Shi only glanced at the room card, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, you are the No. 1 room of Tianzi, please come with me." ”

Sending four strange guests into the guest room, Mao Shi breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, called the children who ran the hall, and told her to be courteous. As soon as the words fell, another distinguished guest came to the door, the old man who came this time was elegant, followed by a person who looked like a housekeeper, and the housekeeper followed behind him, deliberately bending his back slightly, highlighting the heroism of the old man.

Mao Shi hurriedly ran out to receive him attentively, he had already realized that today was an unusual day, and he didn't dare to let the shopkeeper who usually saw the big man say nothing to reception, for fear of poking out the leak. Thinking of the shopkeeper, Mao Shi lamented in his heart, if he was not the distant nephew of the uncle's daughter-in-law, he would have replaced this incompetent guy a long time ago, but although this little er is not as good as the second shopkeeper in other stores, the advantage is that he is honest and can rest assured.

The old man didn't wait for Mao Shi to speak, just glanced with his eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts, and took out a room card from his arms, which happened to be the No. 2 room of Tianzi.

Mao Shi didn't even think about the old man in the room until he arranged for the old man, what a coincidence that the two groups of people came. The next scene is like an opera rehearsal, you sing and I appear, scene after scene, and I actually check in according to the room number of the restaurant. What's even more amazing is that these guests are all counted at a good time, and no two groups of people collide, which makes Mao Shi and the shopkeeper wonder.

After the room was full, Mao Shi thought that he could take a breath, but there were some heroes with knives and swords, and these people knew that there was no room, and they didn't blame it, so they asked for some wine and food in the lobby, and enjoyed it slowly, as if they were waiting for something.

The shopkeeper quietly came to Mao Shi and asked, "Brother Mao, what's the situation?"

Mao Shi said angrily: "Go and go, take care of these uncles, do your task of running the hall, and ask so much for what you are doing." This is also the reason why Mao Shi hates this kid, he has no eyesight, just because he has a relative who can't beat him, he goes on the pole and calls himself "Brother Mao", doesn't he know that other restaurants are called "master"?

Xiao Er lowered his head shyly, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly ran to wipe the already mirror-like tables and chairs. Mao Shi smiled slightly, this is like a word! Although this kid is diligent in his hands and feet, he is a little respectful and inferior, it seems that he has to find an opportunity to wake him up, I can't say this kind of thing myself, which guy has to let the word go? Mao Shi fell into deep thought.