Taoist fast crossing

"This..." Uncle Xiang said with some embarrassment, feeling that it would not be good to keep it a secret, and the third young master would know sooner or later, so he said it straight:

"The second young lady in Lin's mansion fell in love freely with young master Zhu who had returned from studying abroad and became pregnant. As a result, young master Zhu turned around and accused her of being disobedient and unworthy of entering Zhu's house. The young master argued with him..."

"Young master Zhu called you pedantic, you beat your face swollen to make yourself fat, and then you called young master Zhu a wild boar, stupid, you fought, and you knocked out several teeth of young master Zhu. When the young master came back, he was very angry. It was fine at first, but then you fainted, and the doctor said you had a knock on your head, you need to rest well..."

Although Uncle Xiang's tone was very calm, Si Qingyan could imagine how magnificent and wonderful the specific scene was.

"I see."

While rubbing the bag on her head, Si Qingyan tried to find some memory, but found nothing.Ever since he woke up, he rubbed his head from time to time, and the swelling had disappeared a lot. Uncle Xiang was still worried, so he advised Si Qingyan to go to the medical clinic.

Thinking of the four silver dollars, Si Qingyan agreed, walked out of the alley, turned her long legs, and walked onto the street.

Cloth sellers, garment sellers, groceries sellers, daily necessities, taverns and restaurants, rickshaws and pedestrians interweave into a flowing painting. There are not many cars, but the occasional one always attracts a lot of attention.

"Hire a buddy, salary negotiable."

"Lack of porters, come into the store and discuss in detail."

There are not many shops recruiting people, and some notices say that they are fully recruited, and so on.

Si Qingyan looked around, and finally entered an antique shop. She said that it was not like a pure antique shop. It sold all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings, as well as strange stone bonsai, and some low-quality books.

There is no price tag on the items here, Si Qingyan glanced at the antique shelves, the fat boss with braids raised his eyelids, and said in a bad mood,

"If you break one, you can't afford to sell you."

"Is there a shortage of people in the shop?" Si Qingyan felt that this boss might be richer than other shop bosses.

"Que, take that cloth and wipe the table."

The boss has small eyes and is white and fat. Although he is a little old, he has no folds, like a stuffed bun.

"Look at how well you wipe the table, if you wipe well, I will keep you as a buddy."

There was no dust on the table, but because of the deep color of the wood, even a little bit of ash would turn white, which was very eye-catching.After Si Qingyan finished wiping the table, the fat boss waved him out.

"It won't work like this. You wipe it too fast and it will ruin my table." The fat boss said perfunctorily as an excuse.

Since he posted the recruiting notice, there is no shortage of people to come and dust.

Anyway, he doesn't recruit people, he just asks others to wipe the dust and drive them away.

It's been ten days and a half, and I'm happy every day.

"is it?"

Si Qingyan didn't swallow his anger and go out like the fat boss thought, but took out a short knife from his sleeve.

He didn't do much, just rubbed his nails with the back of the knife lightly.

"You think it through before you speak."

Si Qingyan's voice was very flat, and she didn't mean to threaten, she was very polite.

"What do you want to do?" The fat boss is not nervous, he is also a person with self-defense weapons.

He calmly touched his body, then touched and touched, and touched again and again.

The fat boss felt all over his body, but found nothing.

Damn, where is my stuff?

"Are you looking for this?"

Si Qingyan took out a revolver from his sleeve and slammed it on the table.

"I'm going to shout!" The fat boss was in a bad mood and even wanted to scold his mother.

"Are you recruiting here?" Si Qingyan pressed the boss's fat hand that was reaching for the pistol.

"Recruit, recruit..."

The fat boss wanted to cry without tears, and wanted to pull his hand back, but his wrist was clamped so tightly that he couldn't move it.

"How many silver dollars a month?"

"one……"

The fat boss wanted to say something, but the strength on his wrist tightened suddenly, so he had to change his words:

"Ten, how about it?"

This change of mouth was too unnatural, and the fat boss was heartbroken, but he didn't want to tear his face apart.

Everyone take a step back, see you in Jianghu, isn't that good?

"Okay." Si Qingyan let go, allowing the fat boss to take the gun away.

The fat boss quickly loaded the gun and pointed the gun at Si Qingyan.

"Hehe, boy, fight with me, you are too young..."

At that moment, Si Qingyan was close to the fat boss, and the blade was next to the fat boss's neck, making contact with it from time to time.

Although the fat boss is very fat, he still has a short neck.

The cold blade made the fat boss's smile disappear suddenly, and goosebumps appeared unconsciously.

"What?" Si Qingyan held the handle of the knife and looked down at the fat boss.

"I mean ten yuan is too little, how about 15 yuan?" The fat boss couldn't see Si Qingyan's real intentions, his back was covered in cold sweat, and he forced a smirk on his face.

"Pay me in advance first." Si Qingyan knocked on the table.

"...If you want to rob, just tell me, what are you dusting off? Which road are you on, my lord? My Treasure Pavilion is covered by Master Wen..."

Fat boss complaining while taking money from drawer.

As long as fifteen silver dollars, it seems that he is not a person who can be cruel.

"I don't know." Si Qingyan was looking forward to her first salary in this world, staring at the hands of the fat boss counting the money.

"You don't want to recruit any more people here." Si Qingyan put away the entire 15 silver dollars, put the knife away again, and confessed before leaving.

"Hey." The fat boss responded, but didn't move or shoot.

Zhenbao Pavilion has contributed a lot of protection money to Lord Wen, the local snake here, so he doesn't have to do it himself, so as not to involve himself in it.

But... If Master Wen did something, 15 silver dollars would not be enough.

To swallow this breath in vain?

Not reconciled.

We still have to find a chance to solve this matter.

Thinking of this, the fat boss closed the shop, cursed secretly, and walked towards the idle man basking in the sun on the street corner...

After getting rich, Si Qingyan felt much more secure when she walked.

He first went to the market to buy [-] catties of rice and [-] catties of pork. On the way back, he saw the medical center and went in after all.

There is no aura in this world. If you treat yourself by yourself, if something goes wrong and you become hemiplegia or have a stroke, you will feel miserable just thinking about it.

"It's fine when you wake up, the blood in your head has dissipated, and in another ten days and a half a month, there will be nothing wrong with it."

"Young man, your body is a little weak, it doesn't matter, take it easy..."

"Lack of energy and blood, you need to move around more on weekdays, don't be bored in the courtyard all day reading, you have to come out to play..."

"This prescription, drink for seven days, if you still feel uncomfortable, come and have a look."

The doctor was very pleased that Si Qingyan could come to see a doctor by herself.He also heard about the incident last time. Some people came back from overseas, but they were still worse than animals, and they didn't know if their teeth could be filled. Thinking about it, they felt a little gloating.

The prescriptions are full of traditional Chinese medicines for nourishing qi and nourishing blood. The most expensive one is ginseng. The quantity is not much, and the seven-day medicine costs two oceans.

"He won't hide in the hospital all night, will he?"

"Then let's wait until tomorrow?"

The gangsters heard that Si Qingyan had more than a dozen silver dollars in his hand, and they were gearing up one by one, and they had already decided how to divide the dirt.

"There are people outside. They seem to have malicious intentions. You can go back through the back door."

"Thank you." Si Qingyan quietly slipped away through the back door carrying the big and small bags.

When Uncle Xiang learned that Si Qingyan had found a job as a clerk in an antique shop, he was relieved and felt guilty, but he still praised the boss repeatedly for being a good person.

Si Qingyan smiled and occasionally agreed.

"It's easy and not tiring there. The young master happens to be learning something, and the school will start in a month or so. It's good for the young master to go out and walk around..."

After Uncle Xiang finished speaking, he began to talk about the ways of the world, such as how to be polite when dealing with people, how to be patient when dealing with guests... I wish I could take out everything in my mind and give it to Si Qingyan.

The two started tidying up the yard overnight.First, they worked together to pry open six large bluestone slabs to create a place for planting vegetables, then dig the soil loose, pour in plant ash, plant vegetable seedlings, and water.The soil under the stone slabs is very damp, and earthworms can be seen occasionally, which is very suitable for growing vegetables.

Early the next morning, the vegetable seedlings planted last night were much more energetic.

Uncle Xiang was sweeping the floor again, and Si Qingyan fetched water from the well to wash her face. The cold water poured over her eyes, and she instantly regained consciousness.The pork I bought last night has been simmered all night, and the juice is full. Add a plate of cucumber, and it is just right to eat with rice.

It is good to drink porridge in the morning. Before that, they not only drank porridge in the morning, but also at noon and at night.Now that I have enough rice, I realize that the rice is really good.

Si Qingyan, who had eaten three bowls of rice in a row, came to Zhenbao Pavilion again, and the recruitment notice at the door had been torn off.

"Bang bang bang-"

"Who knocked on the door early in the morning without going to sleep, is it because I'm full and have nothing to do..." The fat boss was fast asleep, and hurried to the front desk to open the door. When he suddenly saw Si Qingyan, his drowsiness disappeared instantly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wipe the ashes." Si Qingyan looked at the fat boss with a look that made you look stupid.

"I can't afford you here."

The fat boss made a gesture to close the door, but Si Qingyan stepped in and opened the door to let in the fresh air from outside.

"How can there be business if you are still sleeping at three poles in the sun?"

"What do you know? I am here in Zhenbao Pavilion. I sell treasures, not Chinese cabbage. Do I need to be as early as those vegetable vendors?"

The fat boss rolled his eyes, and asked Si Qingyan out again, very sincerely,

"My temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you. Young master, you should go back and rest. That's just as if I treated you to a meal."

"One month." Si Qingyan skillfully picked up the cloth from yesterday, and began to wipe everything she could see...

"Hey..." The fat boss sighed, still wearing his underwear, he just sat on the top chair in the hall, losing his enthusiasm.

What else can I do?

Alas... so sad...

With such a person around, what should I do if the business is ruined?

Are you really here to wipe the ashes?

The fat boss saw that Si Qingyan was rubbing a small cauldron vigorously, as if he wanted to wipe off the rust, his eyeballs instantly bulged!

"do not move--"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my baby..."

The fat boss wanted Xiao Ding back from Si Qingyan's hand, and his heart ached.

"Whoever asked you to move it, just wipe the table, cabinet, wooden shelf..."

The fat boss really cried out.

Back then, he shouldn't have posted that notice at the door!

"This is fake." Si Qingyan wiped off the rust on her hands and said.

"How is it possible... I bought it for three thousand silver dollars. You haven't seen it before... This is a bronze tripod from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties..."

"Look carefully." Si Qingyan felt something was wrong as soon as she held the small tripod in her hand.Real ancient objects will have a subtle and inaudible precipitation aura, which Si Qingyan can detect when they get close.No matter how well fake things are made, they still lose their spirituality.Some people are born with this intuition and can make accurate judgments, but such people are rare.

Anyway, the fat boss doesn’t believe it. Antiquities appraisal and eyesight are practiced. Everyone is old fried dough sticks. How can they be so easy to be fooled... But he was really worried, so he reluctantly scraped the copper rust inside the small tripod and found this thing Surprisingly good...

The real thing has been buried in the soil for thousands of years, and the rust and copper are integrated. How can it be so easy to scratch?But the outside of this small tripod is fine, but the bottom part of the tripod has been neglected, and when it is scraped out, the rust color is not right.

His tears flowed out in an instant, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Wow... a deadly liar who killed a thousand knives... a bastard who gave birth to a son without an asshole, your wife will wear ten or eight green hats for you..."

"Dog thing... what a shrewd man I am... how could I be fooled by that old donkey... three thousand silver dollars..."

……

The fat boss cried and cursed at the same time, cursing all the words he could think of, until his mouth was dry.

"Actually, not only is the tripod fake here, but the pottery figurines from the Northern Wei Dynasty on the shelf here are fake, and the ancient jade from the Han Dynasty is also fake..."

Si Qingyan deliberated and decided to tell the boss.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. After one pain today, tomorrow will be a hero again.