The happy life of a prodigal

"do not know."

Fang Xiu replied.

Upon receiving this answer, Zhao Yan showed a puzzled and curious expression on her pretty face, and asked, "Is she not with you?"

Fang Xiu said: "I sent her to leave the capital two days ago."

"Where to go?"

"Gusu City in the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Yan became even more curious: "Gusu City, it's not close to the capital, why did you send her there?"

Fang Xiu replied truthfully: "Do something very important. If it succeeds, the people of Chu State may not suffer from famine within a hundred years."

If this sentence was said by others, Zhao Yan would definitely not believe it.

But from what Fang Xiu said, she believed it a little bit.

The person in front of him seemed to have done nothing he had said.

Even the so-called 'Wenqu Xingxia' can be realized, let alone this...

You know, before he took the provincial examination, Zhao Yan thought that he might lose his name.

"That demon girl was still in Prince Kang's Mansion yesterday. If Liu Qing listened to you and left the capital, then it's not her."

Zhao Yan said.

Fang Xiu nodded after hearing this, but he was thinking about another thing.

He clearly remembered that before Liu Qing left, he specifically told himself not to attend the birthday banquet at Prince Kang's Mansion.

In other words, even if Liu Qing didn't do this thing herself, or had nothing to do with her, she must know something.

Just... why is she reminding herself?

"What do you think?"

On the side, Zhao Yan noticed something, looked at him, and asked.

Fang Xiu pretended to be thinking, frowned, and replied, "I'm thinking about what to have for lunch today."

When Zhao Yan heard this, she also showed a thoughtful look.

After a while, she seemed to think of something, she raised her head suddenly, looked at Fang Xiu, with a smile on her pretty face, and said excitedly: "The weather is getting cold, let's eat hot pot!"

............

The capital has already reached the climate for eating hot pot, but Gusu City has just entered autumn at this moment.

Moreover, the autumn in Jiangnan is much milder than that in Gyeonggi.

Even though the goal has been scored, the wind is still gentle, even with some warmth.

This autumn is a bit like summer in Gyeonggi.

In Gusu City, a cloth shop.

A young man is busy entertaining guests.

Up and down, I don't know how long I have been busy, so I have a chance to catch my breath.

However, looking back, I suddenly felt an unknown fire rising in my stomach.

The guy who claimed to be from the capital is playing with the weeds in his flowerpot again!

In the past few days, this kind of thing has happened countless times.

They are also cloth shop guys, they also have to entertain guests and receive the same wages.

But... why does this guy do so little work?

"Shopkeeper, this is not fair!"

Thinking so, the boy saw the shopkeeper passing by, grabbed his arm, and said loudly.

The shopkeeper glanced at him and instantly understood what was going on.

If it was in the past, if the guys under him dared to speak to him like that, he would have slapped him long ago.

But since that guy came...

The shopkeeper glanced at the guy who was still observing the unknown weed.

"What's going on, what's unfair?" he asked.

The voice was not deliberately suppressed, it could be heard in the entire front hall of the cloth village.

Of course, it was time for dinner, and there were not many guests, and those who stayed in the cloth village were all the buddies of the cloth village.

"Boss, we all get the same salary, so why don't some people have to work?"

The boy said very straightforwardly.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper glared at him and said loudly, "Who taught you this?"

"No one taught me, I think so myself, not only me, everyone thinks so!"

The little boy said with a bit of righteous indignation: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and at this time, the business of the cloth shop is booming, and we old guys are exhausted every day, and we are still too busy.

Why can some people do nothing and stay in Buzhuang! ? "

The last sentence almost roared out.

After hearing this, everyone immediately understood what happened. They all turned their attention to Qian Zheng, who was squatting on the ground while observing and jotting down something on paper, discussing a lot.

The shopkeeper also looked at Qian Zheng.

I thought that if this young man spoke up, this guy named Qian Zheng would feel ashamed, say something, or leave the cloth village on his own initiative, but he didn't expect this person's face to be as thick as a city wall.

He obviously heard it, but it seemed like he didn't hear it, and he just focused on doing his own thing.

I don't know who I learned such a thick skin from!

"Cough cough..."

The shopkeeper coughed twice and said, "I thought it was something, so don't complain.

What's wrong with everyone doing the same job every day and getting the same wages?

As for individual people, they are just individual people, and there is a young master behind them, if you have the young master to support you, you can also do less work..."

There's nothing wrong with what he said.

But the tone of voice is a bit weird, and you can hear the meaning of his words after a little listening.

He was mocking Qian Zheng.

But that's it...

Qian Zheng still didn't pay any attention, and just wrote something with a pen and paper.

Those who didn't know thought he was the shopkeeper of the cloth shop.

There is no one who can be this kind of person, or be so thick-skinned...

Seeing this, the shopkeeper could only sigh, waved his hands, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, everyone is gone, hurry up and eat, after eating, I have to work in the afternoon!"

He really has nothing to do with this one.

When the young master sent him here, he specifically told him that even if he did less work, there would be no problem.

The daily salary was paid as usual, and he was allowed to live and eat in the cloth village.

Therefore, no matter how little work he does, he has no way to fire him.

No matter how distasteful he is, what can I do? Who will let the young master support him...

The shopkeeper sighed, shook his head, and walked towards the backyard.

I really don't know how long this guy will stay in Buzhuang...

Chapter 4 Chapter Three Letters from the Capital

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Zheng got up and glanced at the fellows who spoke just now. The expression on his face was still very indifferent, without any change.

"dinner's ready!"

At this time, a fat cook brought a large wooden barrel from the backyard.

Several guys picked up the bowls one after another and lined up to serve the meal.

It's the peak season now, and at noon, many guys don't even have time to go home for dinner.

The shopkeeper asked them to stay in Buzhuang for dinner. They only needed a few copper coins, enough rice, and side dishes made of pickled cabbage and radish.

Seeing this, Qian Zheng also picked up a small bowl and queued up behind him.

When everyone saw him, the disgust on their faces was undisguised.

Qian Zheng didn't care at all.

During the period from the capital's departure to Gusu City, he did not know how many times more vicious words and gazes he endured.

What are these worth?

What's more, what they said was actually not wrong, and the work they did was indeed much less than theirs.

It's no big deal to let them scold a few words.

Qian is the capital where he escaped from the Central Plains. Having seen so many tragedies in the world, he has a different emotion for food.

So much so that in the eyes of others, some perverts cherish food.

Even if he accidentally dropped the rice on the ground, he would pick it up and eat it without leaving a single grain of rice.

Every time he finished eating, his bowl didn't need to be cleaned at all, and it was cleaner than most people's bowls.

Of course, when those fellows saw him, they added another curse word behind his back: "The starving ghost reincarnated!"

After eating, there is still a few minutes to rest as usual.

The guys next to him were lying on the table and taking a nap.

Qian Zheng was not the case. He walked to his sweet potato and sat down next to it.

It seems that something unexpected will happen to this sweet potato the moment you leave.

"Qian Zheng..."

At this time, a voice rang in the ear.

Qian Zheng opened his eyes, looked up, got up from the ground, and replied, "The shopkeeper."

The treasurer of Buzhuang glanced at the sweet potato, but hesitated to speak.

After thinking about it, he finally didn't say anything.

Although he didn't know what this weed was, but this money really regarded him as a treasure.

Even if it is a few words of persuasion, it is probably useless.

Sighing secretly, he took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is the letter that the young master asked me to give you. He said it was from the capital. It should be from your family. I only saw it when I wrote the letter..."

The shopkeeper actually didn't want to explain so much to him, but this was also the young master's order.

Even if you don't like it, you still have to listen to the young master's orders.

Qian Zheng looked at the letter and was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, as if he remembered something, his face showed joy, and he hurriedly reached out to take the letter.

After saying 'thank you', I couldn't wait to open the letter.

During this time, in his spare time, he has been reading books.

In addition to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the Three Character Classic, I recently read "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin".

Of course, he saw these two books when he was in Tang Mansion, and he only took them with Tang Hao's consent.

For him, literacy and hyphenation are no longer a problem.

He no longer had to read a letter like before, and he had to go to Guanshi Liu to read it to him.

After opening the letter, he only glanced at it, the smile on his face became brighter, and he became a little excited and excited.