The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

The two men brought by the landlord were like scoundrels. They smashed things in the store with their hands. The sound of breaking kerosene lamps frightened the woman who was buying oil lamps in the store and screamed.

At this time, Cheng Feng kicked the landlord five meters out of the door.

Shang Xi was also a little scared, but still wanted to help Cheng Feng. She happened to have a stick at hand. She picked it up and rushed towards the person who was smashing things. As soon as she hit the stick twice, someone snatched it away. His stick was taken away. It had already been raised above her head and was about to fall down. Just when she was panicking, Cheng Feng hit this person and then touched him a lot. There was blood, and Cheng Feng threw the man out like a dead dog when he saw that he couldn't do anything wrong.

Cheng Feng went out and closed the store door.

I happened to see two people at the door, one standing on the ladder and the other holding the ladder, picking up the plaque of their home.

Cheng Feng had just thought that looking for trouble with a ladder would definitely not be about going to the house to remove the tiles. Such a stingy landlord would not be willing to destroy his own house. He was just thinking about his plaque.

He raised his leg and kicked it hard, causing the ladder to fall to the ground. The plaque was not taken off, but it fell heavily.

These people were equally capable of breaking things. If they were no match for Cheng Feng in a fight, Cheng Feng beat up the landlord and several other people around him were also severely beaten.

Cheng Feng said: "Are you still looking for trouble?"

The landlord said: "I'm not coming, I'm not coming, please let go."

Cheng Feng said: "Please pay compensation for the damage to my house before leaving."

The landlord took out a silver coin and limped away.

There were a lot of people watching the excitement, but everyone probably knew what was going on. Although the pools of blood on the ground were quite glaring, they did not affect the customers who went to their house to buy oil lamps.

Cheng Feng drove away the troubled landlord and looked up at the decent plaque. Then he turned to open the door. As soon as he touched the door handle, the door opened from the inside. It turned out that Shang Xi had been peeking along the crack of the door just now. When he saw Cheng Feng first He threw himself into Cheng Feng's arms.

Cheng Feng checked Shang Xi's head, arms and legs, and luckily they were not injured.

"Are you scared?"

Shang Xi shook his head with a white face.

Cheng Feng touched her little head and said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

A customer who wanted to buy something said: "Can you get me oil lamps for two people first?"

This was one of the several customers who was locked into the room by Cheng Feng. He had just closed the door out of fear that Shang Xi would be injured.

Shang Xi responded: "Oh, here we come."

There have been a few hiccups since the opening, but they have not affected the popularity of their store at all.

The number of people coming here to look for oil lamps continues to increase. If other people have oil lamps, they won't patronize them. The purpose of coming here is to get a candle for free.

But Cheng Feng and the others had limited oil lamps, and they sold out soon.

Shang Xi said to the customers who came into the store to buy oil lamps: "I have no oil lamps at home, only candles."

Everyone was a little disappointed after seeing it. The candle looked good, but the seller said it was not as durable as an oil lamp.

So many people went to other people's homes to buy oil lamps.

Seeing these people coming and leaving, Shang Xi was helpless.

Cheng Feng didn't want Shang Xi to get angry, so he comforted Shang Xi with a few words.

"This candle is easy to sell. People in the city buy candles and don't need oil lamps at all."

But Shang Xi's original intention is to have candles in every household. It seems that going low-end won't work, so she will go high-end.

She said to Cheng Feng: "You watch the shop, I'll go home and make candles."

Cheng Feng looked at the pile of candles and said, "Are you still going home to make candles?"

Shang Xi said: "I will make something high-end and sell it at a good price."

Cheng Feng could tell that Shang Xi was going to die on the candle road. Fortunately, his family had the money to support her, but he also had things to do.

He still has to glance at the cigarettes from time to time. His hope is no longer pinned on the candles, but the cigarettes.

Cheng Feng said: "Wait while I find someone to replace us. I'm going to the cigarette factory to visit."

Shang Xi said: "Then hurry up."

Cheng Feng said: "It won't take more than a day or two. We need to find a better person."

Their candle business is not difficult to learn and anyone can sell it. However, Cheng Feng still chose a clever boy to sell candles.

After getting some free time, the two of them went to the cigarette factory. There was an endless stream of people inside, some coming to deliver cigarettes, some coming to pick up cut tobacco, and there were already several carts packed into boxes.

This speed is really not slow, it seems that the method is used correctly.

After seeing it, Shang Xi was very satisfied. When Boss Qian comes back, he will definitely be able to take away the cigarettes.

After coming out of the cigarette factory, Shang Xi went out to buy a bunch of things.

Yuhua saw the pile of things she had bought and said, "Why did you buy so much pink cloth? Can't this look good for making a skirt?"

Shang Xi said: "You and Sister Wu will study and see if you can use this cloth to paste a few lotus flowers."

Yuhua said: "What do you think, can I know this thing?"

Yuhua called Sister Wu over, "Sister Wu, can you paste lotus flowers with cloth?"

Sister Wu said: "I don't know how to paste, but I know how to embroider lotus flowers."

Shang Xi said: "Then who can do it?"

"What's it for?"

Shang Xi expressed his request, which was to make a lotus lantern.

Sister Wu said: "If you go find someone who makes lanterns, they will definitely be able to do it."

Cheng Feng bent down and picked up a pile of pink cloth on the ground and said, "I'll find someone to do it. You can rest at home."

How could Shang Xi rest? They made a bunch of thick and big red candles at home, and she was writing golden characters on the candles with a pen.

Yuhua held a red candle with the word "happy" on it and said with a smile: "This is so beautiful. It's worth the money."

Shang Xi handed her another one, "Look at this one."

Yuhua looked at the golden Buddha above and said, "This is also valuable."

After a while, Shang Xi gave her another one, "Look at this."

Yuhua groaned, "I don't know what's written on it."

Sister Wu smiled and said, "This is Sanskrit, a Buddhist term."

Shang Xi smiled and said, "Sister Wu, you believe in Buddhism."

Even though it was written by Shang Xi, she didn't recognize it. She was just copying what was written in the book.

Sister Wu smiled and said: "I don't believe in Buddhism, but I used to work in someone else's house, and the wife of that house liked to worship Buddha, so I saw it."

Shang Xi smiled and said, "Sister Wu is still knowledgeable."

Sister Wu smiled and said, "Don't say that, I don't know you either."

It turns out they are all people who don’t understand.

Several people burst into laughter.

When Cheng Feng came back, he saw the calligraphy of Jin Huohuo on the candle, and immediately understood Shang Xi's intention. After so much effort, he was just short of giving the candle a golden body. It was difficult not to sell it at a high price.

After these candles are sent to the shop, they are sold at high prices and good quality.

This time, everyone stopped saying that Shang Xi was messing around and started making candles with great enthusiasm again.