The blessed girl of rebirth comes to the door

When Wang Ruixue's family went to the mountain the next day, people in the village had already been waiting.

When they saw Wang Ruixue's family, they all greeted them warmly, and Wang Ruixue and the others also responded.

Some people in the crowd were a little embarrassed, those who broke into Wang Ruixue's house yesterday.

Wang Ruixue took them to identify them, told them what they couldn't eat, and ignored the precautions.

When those people found out, they immediately started digging as fast as bandits.

Wang Ruixue's family also dug their own.

In the following time, there was a crowd of people on the mountain. Some even got into a fight over a piece of cassava and even got into a fight, leaving their heads bloody.

No matter where Wang Ruixue goes, people greet her, and they are much more familiar with her than before.

Wang Ruixue did not participate in the digging. She had to find a way to sell the cassava flour to make money.

I don’t know who leaked the news. Other villages were also digging cassava in the mountains.

When Wang Ruixue found out, she didn't say anything. The cassava didn't come from her family.

Phu Yen City.

In the Quiet Pavilion, an exquisite boat floats in the mist.

The smoke from the incense burning in the boat is curling up, and the woman's slender jade fingers are playing the guqin. The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, floating among the restaurants, making people intoxicated.

The hanging silk lamps are dazzling with their dazzling light. The whole restaurant seems to be in the middle of a fairyland in the fairyland, with smoke lingering and gauze blowing on the face.

There were a lot of guests, chatting and laughing, changing cups and cups.

The waiters shuttled back and forth between the tables. Due to the busy running, they were panting slightly, their faces were slightly red, and there was a thin layer of sweat on their faces. From time to time, they wiped the sweat with the white cloth on their shoulders.

As soon as the business here was finished, the customer over there called out and turned to go to another table.

On the second floor, there are elegant rooms of different styles, only for literati and dignitaries.

On the third floor, there is a quiet and elegant study room. A touch of sandalwood fills the room. The shelves are filled with all kinds of precious books, jade, and ceramics.

There is a landscape painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, there are continuous mountains, shrouded in smoke, jade-like lake water with sparkling waves, green mountains floating in the water, and pleasant reflections, just like a fairyland.

The floor is covered with priceless carpets, comfortable and soft.

A pot of green bamboo is placed next to the hollow window, and two four-cornered palace lanterns are hung next to the sandalwood couch, reflecting the whole room in a hazy and poetic way. On one side, there is a huge agarwood screen, with red plum blossoms blooming proudly in the ice and snow.

A tall and tall man in white clothes sits in front of the desk. His black hair is tied with a white ribbon, and his long hair is draped over his shoulders. He is handsome and bright, as bright as the sun and stars, as gentle as jade, and his movements are indescribably elegant. There is a fresh and elegant atmosphere surrounding the body, and there is also a kind of fearful majesty.

I saw the man lowering his eyes and looking at the account book on the table. His long and beautiful fingers with clear joints were elegantly flipping through the pages of projects. His beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and then he raised his hand to rub his temples.

"Come here, let Mo Junnan come." The man's voice was warm and magnetic, but it was inexplicably scary.

"Yes, Master," the servant outside the door responded respectfully.

His body shivered involuntarily. For some reason, he felt a little cold at this moment, and then he quickly ran to call someone.

Mo Junnan was busy downstairs. The servant said that his employer was looking for him. He went upstairs with an uneasy mood and a nervous expression. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Knock," there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." A voice as gentle as a jade plate came from inside.

Mo Junnan opened the door and entered, looking cautious, and then saluted respectfully, "My boss."

"Why did the Ye family's Jingmi Pavilion suffer losses for three consecutive months? Do you know the truth?"

Wei Zhenyu looked up at him, his ink-like eyes still had a faint warmth without any fluctuation.

There was no anger in Wei Zhenyu's eyes, but Mo Junnan felt that this was a sign of the coming storm and did not dare to look directly at it.

Mo Junnan swallowed and quickly responded cautiously: "Shopkeeper Tong wrote in a letter saying that three months ago, a new cook came to Jinyue Building with extraordinary cooking skills. Most of the guests in Jingjing Pavilion went to them."

"Oh," Wei Zhenyu raised his eyebrows with some displeasure in his eyes, "Is this an excuse for losing money for three months?" Obviously this was not what he wanted to hear.

Mo Junnan was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head. There was a light cold sweat on her forehead and she didn't dare to raise her hand to wipe it.

"Tell shopkeeper Tong that Jingjing Pavilion doesn't support idle people. If he can't hold the position of shopkeeper, then he will be replaced." After Wei Zhenyu finished speaking, he put the account book aside, stood up and left.

After it was confirmed that Wei Zhenyu was gone, Mo Junnan felt that his clothes were wet on his back, his legs and feet were a little weak, and he almost collapsed on the ground. He quickly wiped his sweat and went downstairs to write a letter.

I scolded Shopkeeper Tong hundreds of times in my heart. Ouch, what happened to this old Tong? The losses in the past three months have led to him being scolded.

Five days later, Tong Hao received Mo Junnan's letter. He was so frightened that he slumped down on the stool. His face was pale and flustered. He wanted to take a sip of tea slowly, but the hand holding the teacup shook violently, and the tea dripped onto his clothes. A wet piece.

The boss came to Fu'an City and gave the final order. If he still suffered losses, he would have to pack up and leave.

When Mrs. Liao entered the room and saw Tong Hao's face as pale as paper, she asked worriedly: "Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?"

Shopkeeper Tong came to his senses, quickly put the letter away, adjusted his mood, and smiled what he thought was a good-looking smile: "It's okay, don't worry."

Seeing his wife's worried look, he didn't want her to know.

Mrs. Liao rubbed his shoulders gently.

"My husband, you and I have been married for many years. Even if you don't tell me, I know that you are in trouble.

Although I'm just a woman and can't help you with anything, it will make you feel better if you talk to me. "

"Ugh."

Tong Hao sighed, and then told the matter.

"Mo Junnan wrote a letter. My boss has come to Fu'an City. He saw that the Yejia Town Restaurant has been losing money for three months and gave the final order. If the loss continues, the shopkeeper will be replaced."

Liao's hand paused, and her mood suddenly sank. She knew that in March, the restaurant business was getting worse day by day.

Then he forced a smile and said, "Ms. sir, there must be a road for the car to reach the mountain, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. I believe there will be a way to solve it."

Tong Hao nodded and patted her hand.

Soon it was market day again. During dinner in the evening, she said, "Mom, I'm going to the market tomorrow." She wanted to see if she could encounter any opportunities.

Yao didn't even think about objecting, "No, my daughter, I have forgotten what happened last time."

"Yes, sister, you are at home. Whatever you want to eat, my brother will buy it for you tomorrow." Wang Zifu also objected to her going to the streets.

"Yes, my daughter, dad doesn't want you to go either," Wang Dashan also objected.

Wang Zilu also objected.

Wang Ruixue held her forehead and said, "Mom and Dad, I'm not going to sell anything."

"That won't work either," Yao firmly objected.

There was no other way, so Wang Ruixue used her sharp tongue to talk to them. In the end, the family was defeated, and then they agreed that Wang Dashan would accompany them tomorrow.

The next day, we set off before dawn and finally arrived at dawn.

I didn't take a closer look last time, but if I take a closer look today, I can see that the town is not big, but it is very noisy.

"Baozi, fresh buns, vegetarian buns cost one penny each, meat buns cost two cents each."

"Candy man, a good-looking and edible candy man."

... There are all kinds of cries, and the sound is endless.

"Daughter, what do you want to eat?" Wang Dashan looked around and saw a lot of food for sale.

Wang Ruixue shook her head. She didn't come here to buy food, she came here for opportunities.

Turned a corner and came to the wealthy area.

I saw handsome men and beauties on the street, young and old, women and children, all dressed in bright and jewel-like clothes, and ordinary people with neat and tidy clothes.

Walking on the street, the father and daughter were dressed in rags, which was in sharp contrast to the people in the town. People passing by cast them with disgust and discrimination.

Wang Dashan shrank, his eyes a little timid, he pulled Wang Ruixue and said nervously: "My dear, let's go, this is not a place for us to come."

Wang Ruixue comforted her: "Dad, be brave and hold your head high. If you are so cautious and shrinking, others will look down upon you."

After hearing what his daughter said, Wang Dashan quickly raised his head and chest, but after a while he changed back to his original state.

Wang Ruixue shook his head and sighed. Alas, his father needs to exercise more. He often shrinks in a small mountain village. What kind of knowledge can he have?

Walking on the street, I saw such a scene. The business on the right was booming and there were a lot of guests. The one on the left was deserted and there were only a few people there. If the door hadn't been open, I would have thought it was closed.

Looking up at the plaque on the left, "Jingjing Pavilion," the font is handsome and elegant, with flowing clouds and flowing water, full of pen and ink, exquisite and skillful, powerful and unrestrained, and majestic.

Seeing words is like seeing people. The owner who can write such a font is obviously talented and knowledgeable.

There was a faint melodious sound of the piano inside.

Although Wang Dashan was illiterate, he thought the handwriting was beautiful when he saw the words on the plaque.

This is the most beautiful thing he has seen in half his life. He used to think Li Zheng's font was beautiful, but now he can't read it.