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Outside the house, Jiang Mingyue said goodbye to Xie Yuan, returned home, saw that the light in the study was still on, walked to the window, and waited for her brother to finish writing a big word before speaking.

"Brother, I'm back."

Jiang Minghong put down his brush and said 'hmm' and asked, "Is it going well?"

"It went very well!" Jiang Mingyue picked up the water bag and said, "I brought some back. Do you want to try it?"

"it is good!"

When Jiang Minghong poured black tea, he didn't forget to give Yu Gen a cup.

Jiang Mingyue waited for the two of them to finish drinking and asked, "How was it?"

Yu Genba smacked his lips: "It tastes so delicious!"

"It's very refreshing. Is there sugar in it?"

Jiang Mingyue nodded slightly and told her brother about their plan.

"The choice of place is pretty good. Sister has provided a total of five prescriptions, which can account for three shares. It cannot be less than this number." Jiang Minghong looked at his sister and said.

"Okay, I understand!"

She yawned and said, "It's very late, go to sleep!"

"Okay, good night, sister!"

"good night!"

The next day, as soon as Jiang Mingyue arrived at Jinxiufang, Zhang Shanshan handed her a contract.

"Sister, take a look and I'll correct it if there's anything wrong."

Zhang Shanshan generously gave her four shares directly. Jiang Mingyue read the contract and signed it.

"Sister, don't you have any objections? Don't you think it's too little?" Zhang Shanshan didn't expect her to sign so simply.

Jiang Mingyue shook her head gently: "Brother Xie said that the Zhang family has an excellent reputation, and I can trust you completely."

One sentence weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and Zhang Shanshan instantly felt a heavy weight on her shoulders. Whether it was for the family's reputation or Jiang Mingyue's trust, she had to run the tea shop well.

"Sister Mingyue, our Zhang family will never betray your trust."

"Well, I believe you."

At noon, the two took the time to go to the Yamen. The contract they signed was memorized in the Yamen, which was considered a clear path.

In the afternoon, Jiang Mingyue gave Zhang Shanshan the copied recipes for sour plum soup and Pangdahai Qingyin Tea, while she kept the ones written by Xie Yuan.

When there were no customers in the shop, the two stood together and discussed some details.

Although Jiang Mingyue didn't know how to do business, she knew a lot and made a lot of suggestions, which always made Zhang Shanshan's eyes light up.

For example, the guys should dress in the same uniform, and there are two customized tea cups, one for men and one for women. Another example is that you can use thin bamboo to make a batch of straws, etc.

The two discussed it for three days. After all the details were settled, Zhang Shanshan asked for leave and returned to Kyoto.

After Zhang Shanshan left, He and Wang Shuan approached Jiang Mingyue and inquired: "Shanshan came home suddenly, but what happened?"

Jiang Mingyue nodded and said nonsensically: "Well, there was a letter from her family asking her to go back. I don't know the details."

"Oh!"

Zhang Shanshan left, and the three of them became busy again.

At noon, Zhang Zijin returned home. After hearing the housekeeper's warning that his sister was back, he washed his face and went into the back house.

"Have you got the prescription? Just write a letter and come back. Why are you back in person?" Zhang Zijin looked at his sister and asked.

"I didn't plan to come back in person, but after discussing with Sister Mingyue about opening a tea shop, I felt it was necessary for me to come back."

Zhang Shanshan said and handed the plan they made to her brother.

Zhang Zijin was nonchalant at first, but the further he looked, the more frightened he became. After a while, he put down the plan and sighed.

"I didn't notice it, but she has some ideas."

Zhang Shanshan poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhang Zijin and said: "Brother, my mother-in-law said before that a person will always meet one or two noble people in his life. If he meets a noble person to support him, his life will immediately undergo earth-shaking changes. I have a I have a premonition that Sister Mingyue is my noble one."

Zhang Zijin didn't expect that her sister would speak so highly of her.

"In that case, then have a good relationship with her."

Zhang Shanshan said with a 'hmm': "Brother, the tea shop will be left to you for the time being. Jinxiufang is very busy and I have to go back this afternoon."

"it is good!"

After all, it was his first shop, Zhang Shanshan reminded him uneasily.

"The choice of the man is very important. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes in Baihua Building, so we must be able to control the situation."

Zhang Zijin nodded and said: "I know it well. I will spend the rest of the time with my escort girl. She was still talking about you yesterday."

"I saved it!"

In the early morning of June 17, Jiang Mingyue came to Jinxiufang and was somewhat surprised to see Zhang Shanshan. She thought she would stay at home for two days, but she didn't expect that she would come back that day.

Zhang Shanshan gave her a bag of pastries and said, "No one can leave Jinxiufang. I will leave the tea shop to my brother for the time being."

Jiang Mingyue nodded to show that she understood.

Time flew by so fast while busy, and it was already the third day of July in the blink of an eye. That evening, Jiang Mingyue saw that Yu Gen and Mao Zijun had not lost even after fifty moves, and whispered to her younger brother: "Yu Gen is making rapid progress."

Jiang Minghong nodded and commented: "The stick technique taught to him by Mao Zijun is very suitable for him."

During this time, when they came to Xie's house, Adi always brought Yu Gen with him. At first, Jiang Mingyue didn't know what his brother's intention was, until one time when they came, Mao Zijun was practicing swordsmanship, and his brother asked Yu Gen to go off and practice with Mao Zijun. Only then did she know her brother's purpose.

Although Yu Gen was defeated quickly that time, Mao Zijun knew about his immense power, and perhaps he developed a love for talents. From then on, the two often fought against each other, and Mao Zijun would give Yu Gen a lesson or two every time. Later, I don’t know what method his brother used. Mao Zijun taught Yu Gen a set of stick techniques.

Yu Gen is very talented in martial arts. He has learned it in only two days, and he has been able to perform well in five days. At the beginning, he would be defeated within ten moves against Mao Zijun, but now he can fight against Mao Zijun for sixty years. trick.

While the two siblings were watching the battle, Xie Yuan came over with a cut melon.

Mao Zijun forcefully took the stick from Yu Gen and said: "No more fighting, no more fighting, just eat melon!"

If he continued to fight without using his internal strength, he would lose, and he couldn't afford to lose that person.

Mao Zijun left, but Yu Gen did not rest and continued to practice in the courtyard.

When Mao Zijun reached for the melon, Xie Yuan patted him, picked up the melon and handed it to Jiang Mingyue.

"Thank you, thank you brother!"

Jiang Mingyue likes to eat this kind of melon, which is sweet and glutinous. Unfortunately, this kind of melon is rarely seen, and every time Xie Yuan buys it, it ends up in her stomach.

Mao Zijun looked at this scene and pursed his lips. He also likes to eat melons, okay? There are still three pieces on the plate? How stingy.

Jiang Minghong silently picked up two pieces of watermelon, handed one to Mao Zijun and said, "You have already taught me the stick method, why not teach me the mental method as well."

Jiang Mingyue and Xie Yuan looked at Mao Zijun after hearing this.

Mao Zijun ate the watermelon and said vaguely: "Why!"

Jiang Minghong rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Yu Gen, come here!"

Yu Gen put away his stick and strode over.

"Kneel down and worship Master."

When Yu Gen heard this, he knelt down and banged three times.