A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong also laughed.

Hu Huanhuan then looked at Duan Rong. He had a square face, oily hair, dark complexion, and his appearance could not be seen in the crowd, but his eyes were as bright as stars, especially when he smiled, it was like a sky full of stars, flashing at you.

"Where did you come from, little rascal, your mouth is like honey." Hu Huanhuan glanced at Duan Rong and scolded with a smile.

Duan Rong saw Hu Huanhuan's look and knew that today's matter had been settled. He smiled and said, "Sisters are so beautiful, who can not be happy to see them?"

"Okay, pack up your stall and get out. You are so talkative, there is no limit!" Hu Huanhuan scolded with a smile.

"Alas... I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now." Duan Rong bowed again and went back to pack up the stall.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you get out and do what you should do!"

In front of the stall, the geishas who were queuing up suddenly dispersed.

Duan Rong was packing up the stall when he suddenly shouted, "Sisters, I'll be here at 5 p.m. tomorrow, come on!"

Two of the running geishas heard Duan Rong shouting, and turned back to agree. Hu Huanhuan glared at them, and they stuck out their tongues and turned their heads away.

Duan Rong smiled at Hu Huanhuan, and walked away from the old locust tree with his things hanging on it like a human shelf.

Huayinglou opens at 3:30 p.m., and there will be music and singing all night.

Duan Rong just called him to come at 5 p.m., and there was still an hour before Huayinglou opened.

Naturally, it would not affect the business of Huayinglou, and Hu Huanhuan would certainly not say much.

Duan Rong had already calculated that he could complete about ten paintings in an hour, which was one hundred taels of silver.

One hundred taels a day was definitely the top income in this world.

With this income, he could definitely afford to take medicine to complete the second level of internal breath.

Hu Huanhuan stood there, watching Duan Rong's back as he left, and said to himself, "Where did this mean and tasteless boy come from? He's as cunning as a monkey."

"I saw the badge tied around his waist, and it seems to be from Yuanshun Escort Agency." A eunuch beside Hu Huanhuan answered.

"Really? It turned out to be that thief Ruan Fengshan, a bad seed brought up by education. I'll have to have a good talk with him tomorrow when I see him."

After Hu Huanhuan finished speaking, she turned and walked towards Huaying Building.

A group of eunuchs followed her back to Huaying Building and returned to their positions.

Ruan Fengshan was the shopkeeper of Yuanshun Escort Agency, a well-known figure in Xiangu County. In Hu Huanhuan's mouth, he turned into a thief, which made the eunuchs following her a little scared.

Although there were some twists and turns, the promotion of his new business model was obviously a great success.

Duan Rong, with his ability to devour weapon spirits and the modern operational thinking inherited from his previous life, undoubtedly reaped a lot of benefits.

Now that he has a stable and high income, he can now go to the herbal medicine shop to buy a dose of the prescription that Duan Rong was reluctant to buy to try the effect.

His income today exceeded two hundred taels. Although eighty-two taels of silver is expensive for a dose of medicine, it is not too expensive.

Duan Rong thought so, and he turned his foot and went to the herbal medicine shop with things hanging all over his body.

At this time, it was late, and the herbal medicine shop was about to close. Suddenly, a dark shadow came to the door and piled a pile of things at the door of the medicine shop.

"Who is that? I haven't closed the shop yet, and you come to occupy the land and sleep!" A clerk cursed at the door.

The door of the herbal medicine shop is spacious, and there is an eaves to shelter from the rain. Beggars on the streets of the county often sleep here at night.

But that's better to wait until the shop is closed. If you come now, won't you be beaten?

"No, buddy, I'm here to buy medicine." Duan Rong stepped into the door in the dark night.

The swearing buddy turned green when he saw that it was a customer who came in to buy medicine, and he apologized immediately.

The thin middle-aged buddy behind the counter recognized Duan Rong at a glance. He was the customer who came to ask about the single prescription medicine a few days ago, and he glared at the buddy.

The herbal medicine shop is a high-profit business with a large storefront and strict rules. Even if you don't mean to yell at customers like this, you will still be beaten up, and you may even be fired.

The swearing buddy was just an apprentice. It was not easy for him to get into this herbal medicine shop by using his connections.

If he loses his livelihood, he will be beaten to death by his family when he returns.

Duan Rong took out the prescription and handed it to the thin middle-aged clerk behind the counter, smiling: "Thank you, I'll give you a dose of medicine according to the prescription."

"Wait a moment, sir."

In this herbal medicine shop, the high lights on the four walls made it as bright as day. The middle-aged clerk followed the prescription and stacked the medicines one by one on the counter. After weighing them himself, he called another clerk over and asked him to check the prescription again.

Then he wrapped the medicine, tied it with a hemp rope, and handed it to Duan Rong.

There is no mistake in the poem, the content, and the book!

Duan Rong took the medicine and paid the money. The thin middle-aged clerk left the counter and personally escorted Duan Rong out of the shop.

This was also an apology for Duan Rong being scolded by the clerk when he entered the door just now. "The shop still failed to discipline the clerk. We should forgive the poor hospitality!"

"It's okay. It's dark now and people can't see clearly. It's normal."

Duan Rong did make some excuses for the clerk.

However, the thin middle-aged clerk looked a little strange when he saw Duan Rong put all the things at the door on himself, and finally hung the potion and lantern on the handle of the scabbard oxtail knife.

Duan Rong naturally saw the middle -aged thinning guy, and the doubts in his eyes smiled embarrassed, saying: "Just after receiving the stalls, there are a lot of things."

The thin middle -aged guy nodded with a smile. He looked at the shelf held by Duan Rong's right arm. He only felt that the shape was weird. Although he was quite knowledgeable, he couldn't recognize what he did for a while, so he sighed in his heart: There are many scholars in the rivers and lakes!

If he let Duan Rong hear this, he must translate him in vernacular: the forest is big, there are all birds!

The thin middle -aged guy sent Duan Rong to disappear on the street, and then walked back to the shop, and instructed to snooze to come to the door.

Duan Rong is like this, like a walking shelves, returned to the Yuanshun Dart Bureau.

At this time, many people were practicing martial arts in the acting field of the Yuanshun Dart Darter Intermediate People's Court. At first sight, such a strange behavior was cooked, and they were familiar with each other.

Duan Rong first returned to the dormitory, put everything in the room, and then mentioned the pharmaceutical agent.

In the middle of the middle courtyard, the west side of the martial arts field is the pharmaceutical furnace room, one money silver and one furnace, and the good supply of good firewood and mountain spring water.

Duan Rong did not pass through the martial arts, but copied the road and went directly to the pharmacy room.

The pharmacy room is not large. There is only a low building. Duan Rong sees a bed next to the door. The bedding on the bed is black and greasy, all of which are oily, and the black quilt shows a black quilt. White head and white head.

Duan Rong passed and pushed the person in the quilt, saying: "Old man, boil medicine! Is there a free stove?"

The flower's white head stretched out, revealing a pair of dead fish -like eyes, looking at Duan Rong, and the sound of hoarseness: "There is a vacant stove."

The old man said, and then sat up and sat up, saying, "What about the waist card?"

When the quilt lifted, Duan Rong smelled a mixed smell of mildew and urine.