After becoming a widow, I became the mother of seven children

Yan Qingqing watched Li Xiangan and Li Xiangbao fight without interfering.

It was rare for Li Xiang'an to relax like this. Li Xiangbao was naturally no match for Li Xiang'an. Finally, he grinned and asked Yan Qingqing for help: "Second aunt, please beg me for mercy."

If my second brother accidentally breaks my appearance, don't talk about marrying a beautiful wife. Even ordinary people may not be able to marry me. 】

Yan Qingqing looked at him and sneered and said: "At a young age, you judge people by their appearance. If you ask me, your second brother must teach you a lesson.

Don't blame the second aunt for being partial. Who told me to be more fertile than your mother? "

Li Xiangbao:......

No wonder the second aunt refused to help him today. Did he say the wrong thing?

But he really didn't mean anything else. Wasn't he praising his second aunt just now? Why was she still angry?

Finally, Li Xiangan let him go after Li Xiangbao's repeated assurances, and then said to him: "You are still young, so don't always think about what is there and what is not.

You and Wang Dong are serious about managing the shop well.

Remember, our goal is not just to open one store, we also want to open a second, third or even tenth store. In the future, our stores will not only open in the county, but also in prefectures and the capital.

You will all be powerful shopkeepers in the future, don’t be blinded by beauty. "

After listening to Li Xiangan's scolding, Li Xiangbao lowered his head lower and lower. He didn't expect that he would be scolded by his second brother just for such a casual comment. If he had known that he would be beaten to death like this, he would not have said anything wrong.

Yan Qingqing looked at Li Xiangan's posture and exclaimed in her heart, "Good guy, this cake painting is better than hers. Looking at Li Xiangbao's ashamed look, it turns out that he is better than his master."

The two of them stayed in the shop for a while, and Li Xiangan told Wang Dong a few more words. Knowing that Yan Qingqing still had important things to do, the two of them went to work.

Although Li Xiangan knew that Yan Qingqing had something important to do, he didn't know exactly what she wanted to do.

So he asked: "Mom, where should we go next?"

Yan Qingqing smiled and said: "Go to the teahouse to listen to books."

Li Xiangan groaned when he heard this. The family was so busy, and his mother still wanted to listen to stories. This was not like her mother's style.

Although her mother was an upright person who had entered the brothel to discuss business, when Li Xiangan thought of this, an idea flashed in his mind that her mother had also come to the brothel to discuss business.

But I didn't hear that their family planned to do business in this area recently. Li Xiangan looked at Yan Qingqing with some resentment.

Why could he never figure out what his mother was up to, but his mother could see through it at a glance what plans and thoughts he had.

Yan Qingqing did not explain to him and walked straight into the largest teahouse in Chengyang County, Pinmingxuan. Then she gave the waiter a piece of silver and the waiter found the best seat for her. Then they served melon and fruit refreshments attentively.

In fact, there were not many people listening to the book below, but the storyteller was talking about the story of the poor scholar and the official lady.

Yan Qingqing listened with great interest and whispered to Li Xiang'an: "I wonder which daydreamer came up with this plot."

Li Xiangan said in confusion: "Why are you daydreaming?"

Yan Qingqing said: "Not to mention that this poor scholar has never seen an official lady at all, even if he met those official girls who have studied the Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Constant Rules since childhood, would they care about such a down-and-out scholar?

Wouldn't it be nice to find a well-matched man to marry? Unless there is something wrong with your brain, you would think about living a miserable life with this poor scholar.

If you don’t talk about it from afar, let’s talk about which official lady could like you a year ago. "

Li Xiangan:......

Why is his mother's words so heart-wrenching? Not to mention that the official lady looked down on him a year ago, even other people now look down on him.

However, Li Xiangan had to admit that Yan Qingqing was right.

When the storyteller finished speaking, he unexpectedly heard no applause. The storyteller was a little embarrassed.

At this time, someone below said: [I asked Mr. Wen, can you think of something new?

You have been telling the story of the poor scholar and the official lady since last year. No matter how beautiful the story is, you are tired of hearing it. 】

[Yes, we hear the same story every day, and our ears get calloused. 】

[If it weren’t for the good tea here, we wouldn’t have come to your place. 】

Seeing that the situation was a bit out of control, the shopkeeper quickly came out to smooth things over and said: "Everyone, please be quiet. We have been looking for a new storybook recently.

I’ll give you a new version of the script in two days. "

This calmed the emotions of the people below.

Soon the audience dispersed, and Mr. Nawen and the shopkeeper looked sad.

The shopkeeper said: "Mr. Wen, you should think of a solution quickly. You haven't thought of a new story for so long.

Look at all the guests who have opinions.

If this continues, our teahouse will have to close. "

Mr. Wen buried his head very low and said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, stories are not so easy to write. Some people can't write them for several years. I haven't published a new story in only half a year."

The shopkeeper's reaction was like a deflated rubber ball. Could it be that the ancestral property is about to be ruined in his hands?

At this time, Yan Qingqing stood up and took Li Xiangan to the shopkeeper, Mr. He Wen.

The two of them didn't expect that there were still guests left, so what they just said was listened to by the lady and the young master.

The two of them were immediately embarrassed again. Finally, the shopkeeper sighed and said, "I made you both laugh. It's really Yun's poor management."

Yan Qingqing smiled and said: "Business involves losses and gains, so Shopkeeper Yun doesn't have to be humble.

If it's for story books, I'll have as many as I want here, and the content of the stories are all unique. "

Shopkeeper Yun and Mr. Wen's eyes lit up when they heard this. Just when they were about to ask about the price, Yan Qingqing stopped him with a wave of his hand and said, "But I won't sell the book of my words."

Shopkeeper Yun was discouraged when he heard this. Yan Qingqing saw this and said again: "But Shopkeeper Yun can use your share of the teahouse to offset this."

Not only was Shopkeeper Yun shocked, but Li Xiangan was also stunned. His mother was trying to get away with nothing, and she wanted to take everyone's share without paying a penny. In his mother's words, it's a waste of time.

When shopkeeper Yun came back to his senses, he said angrily: "This lady is going a little too far. This is my family's ancestral property. You want to take away the share for nothing as soon as you touch your lips. Do you think you are treating me like this?" Are you a fool!"

Yan Qingqing still smiled when he heard this and said: "Shopkeeper Yun, don't be angry. If you don't want to, forget it. Naturally, I won't force it."

Shopkeeper Yun was relieved when he heard this.