Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

It was the Third Master who spoke first, and took the initiative right from the start. After all, defensive counterattacks were not his strong point. Years of experience told him that it was better to strike first at critical moments.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and while Zhang Xingwang was waving his hand to clear away the smoke, he said in a deep voice:

"I remember I had a copper pot, but it disappeared..."

Zhang Xingwang was shocked when he heard this, and quickly replied:

"It's gone. Is it lost? Or did you remember it wrongly?"

After hearing this, the Third Master's eyebrows twitched noticeably, and he sighed and said after touching his pipe:

"It was supposed to be in the yard, but it disappeared after we finished drinking! If it got lost on its own, it should know how to come back..."

Zhang Xingwang frowned when he heard this. Why did the Third Master still think about it? The pot was probably stewing pheasants in the hands of the female hunter. How could he pay it back? Why should he pay it back if he borrowed it with his own ability? At most, he could leave him some more medicinal wine today.

He replied without hesitation:

"Third Master, you are joking. The pot doesn't have legs, so how could it come back by itself? I guess someone took it away after you drank too much."

After hearing this, the Third Master lost his mastery expression and looked at Zhang Xingwang in disbelief:

"How could someone be taken away? I didn't... well... you have some truth in what you said, but I don't know if the person who took me away will come back..."

"Third Master, you are joking again. How can you take something and then give it back..."

Of course, San Ye wasn't joking, and he couldn't laugh no matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. It was normal for a normal person to take some leftovers home, but someone actually took the pot away. How ungentlemanly must this person be...

Looking at this guy scratching his head and smiling, I felt that my conclusion was hasty. Compared to drinking with a mentally ill person, it is much more normal to have one less pot.

The Third Master straightened out his messy expression, turned his head away and sighed quietly:

"I hope the person who took the pot will protect it well. After all, it is an object..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Literally, there's nothing strange about this. After all, it's something from the palace, and it's very old, so of course it's an object..."

Zhang Xingwang was completely defeated at this point. He basically sold this thing by pound, and he still didn't know how much each pound of copper cost. It could be said that he was giving it away for free.

I guess the old businessman will laugh at me for the rest of my life after he finds out...

He asked with reluctance:

"Third Master, you are joking again. You have already used it to fire..."

"It may be an object, but it is a pot after all. Is there anything wrong with me using the pot to light a fire? You should tell that rude person to treat it well."

After saying this, the Third Master thought about this guy's abnormal brain again, and added casually:

"You can use it as a normal pot. Taking it out and lighting a fire occasionally is also a good use of it. After all, it is just a pot..."

Zhang Xingwang imagined the female hunters surrounding the stone stove and frantically adding firewood to the pot, and suddenly felt depressed. This was not a question of money, it was a question of reputation...

I also remembered that the Lie family only had one pot, and they could not stop cooking. I guess it has been smoked so much that the copper color can no longer be seen outside...

Zhang Xingwang, who regretted his decision, looked sad and turned his head to ask:

"What if the person who stole the pot sold it by the pound?"

After hearing this, the veins in the corners of the Third Master's eyes broke, and his eyebrows were almost wrinkled like Muggles. Then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, saying with great pride:

"The person who bought it will probably treasure it up, and this story will be passed down from generation to generation by his descendants. They will drink with this story for decades to come. I guess he will be proud of this for the rest of his life..."

Zhang Xingwang's face turned green after hearing this. Although none of the Third Master's words were relevant to him, every word hit Zhang Xingwang right in the chest.

This immediately made him reflect. Although he had drunk some wine at that time, what was he thinking at that time? Why did he insist on taking away the pot? It was probably because he was used to using lighters when drinking in his later life...

What a sin...

The steward came in quickly, but this quick pace was forced by the Third Master's heroic laughter. After entering the room, he looked at the dejected Zhang Xingwang.

The two brothers looked at each other in tacit understanding. Although the manager didn't know what happened, he also laughed breathlessly with the third master, confusing the grandson who came in with him. He wondered if something funny had happened. In order to appear sociable, he also smiled a few times...

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Zhang Xingwang was absent-mindedly pretending to count money, but he couldn't count any more after two minutes and said unhappily:

"Third Master, please stop smiling. I'm busy counting money for myself. Someone who doesn't know would think I'm counting money for you..."

"It's okay. If I counted wrong, it must be because my grandson didn't understand. You can count slowly. I just thought of something happy. This is much more fun than eating shabu-shabu and drinking..."

The manager looked at Zhang Xingwang, who was about to lose his temper, and said in an attempt to smooth things over:

"Last time, we bought 6300 kilograms of food, plus 420 kilograms of grapes, for a total of 5130 yuan. The main reason is that the price of food has changed three times a day in the past few days, so we dare not buy too expensively. After all, most people buy life-saving food, and our quantity is relatively large, so we just follow the lowest price.

"Master Xiaowu, please bear with me. After all, we two brothers are not capable of making a profit from rare goods. Otherwise, this market would have been closed long ago. If your master is not happy, we can just give up this business."

The manager's words were well-reasoned and also eased Zhang Xingwang's embarrassment a little bit. It would be perfect if he could hold back his laughter while talking...

The following righteous words made him sound like a joke, or maybe he was just joking.

Looking at the pile of money on the table, Zhang Xingwang felt a headache. Then he gritted his teeth, put his hands on the table and started to fumble with them, imitating the hunter's pose, and said to the manager in a stern voice:

"The amount is fine. I just learned the money counting skill from my master. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you..."

The steward's mouth twitched, but he still replied respectfully:

"My master is indeed knowledgeable. I have learned a lot this time."

After saying that, he watched Zhang Xingwang throwing money into the sack, tried hard to force a stiff smile, and then said:

"We have made the grain issue clear. There is also the grape issue. After all, although we have opened a pigeon market, this is the first time we are selling grapes this month...

Anyway, I didn't sell any of it in the end. All my old acquaintances came and took some away. But they all paid for it, so I'll put it into your account at one yuan per pound.

You came at an unfortunate time. The black market hasn't had time to exchange things for you yet. The rest is still the same as before. I'll leave the account book here. Remember to take it with you later..."