Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Pushing the wooden stake against the door, Cheng Jiao finally realized how wise Cong Yin's decision was after almost three days.

Cong Yin put all the greeting cards scattered on the ground, those stuck in the crack of the door, and the greeting cards thrown in from outside the courtyard and scattered in the yard, and put them in the wooden box that had been prepared, feeling exhausted. Standing up, Cheng Jiao picked up a full box and moved it to the main hall.

Entering the main hall and walking behind the screen, Shang Bieyun was wearing a brocade gown with sky-colored cloud patterns, lying crookedly, with his hair scattered all over the floor, he just closed his eyes and raised his hand to the small tea table beside him. Lumpy, put a small plate of grapes on the tea table, Cong Yin peeled the skins, removed the seeds, and placed the emerald green ones on the mountain porcelain white plate, when Shang Bieyun touched it, he squeezed a grape Stuff it in your mouth, like a child's sugar pill, the left cheek bulges to the right cheek.

Hearing Cheng Jiao come in, he didn't open his eyes, and ordered with a grape in his mouth, "Be careful, don't step on my hair."

Cheng Jiao couldn't see his feet while holding the box, so he had to lift the box up again, standing on tiptoe, avoiding Shang Bieyun's hair, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and put the box on the ground.

There are six or seven boxes of the same kind next to the bookshelf. One box has been stored for two years, and the rest of the boxes have been placed within these three days.It's still early today. Judging from the current situation, it is estimated that two or three more boxes can be brought in.

Cheng Jiao stared at these boxes in a daze, and Shang Bieyun called himself behind his back: "Hey."

Cheng Jiao turned his head and saw that Shang Bieyun was still lying down, raising his hand high: "Paper."

Cheng Jiao looked around, pulled a brand new handkerchief off the hanger, took two steps forward, and stuffed it into Shang Bieyun's hand.

Shang Bieyun wiped the juice from his hands, rolled up the handkerchief and threw it aside, and hummed a little tune with Erlang's legs crossed, without opening his eyes the whole time.

Cheng Jiao looked at him, sighed, walked over to pick up the handkerchief on the ground, held it in his hand, went back to the tea table, and moved the plate to Shangbieyun: "Mr. Haven't read the post yet?"

Shang Bieyun has been served by Cong Yin for the past two days. He is in a good mood, and he is not upset when Cheng Jiao interrupts him: "No hurry." He turned his head and glanced at the row of boxes. The old god is there, "wait for another two days, Let’s give those who come from afar a chance.”

In the past two days, Cong Yin scolded away two servants who shouted at the door to ask Shang Bieyun to open the door, and Cheng Jiao poked away a servant who wanted to climb over the wall with a bamboo pole.The two of them went to the main hall of Shangbieyun again, and carried four big boxes of greeting cards.

Finally at noon that day, Shang Bieyun put down his chopsticks, pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, said calmly, "Open it."

Cong Yin's tiredness of the past few days wiped away, he cheered, and quickly moved away from the table to clean up, his hands and feet had never been so fast before.

The three of them stood behind the screen and glanced at each other. Cheng Jiao and Cong Yin each held a box, Shang Bieyun nodded, and the two turned the box upside down, and the invitations fell like snowflakes with great momentum, onto the ground. A small pile was piled up.

Cheng Jiao turned his head and nodded, there were ten boxes beside the bookshelf, waiting quietly.

"Master, this one is from Tongju's house, do you want to take it?"

"If you don't accept it, you don't want to deal with these officials. You don't have much money, but you have a lot of shit."

"What about this? The master of Kongtong Township worships."

"Kongtong Township? Such a strange name."

Cheng Jiao answered silently: "It's a piano club in the capital, and it's quite famous."

"Coming together? No answer!"

"My lord, there's another piece of paper. It's still sprinkled with gold. It's from Uncle Zhongqin's residence."

Shang Bieyun folded his arms and thought for a while: "Uncle Zhongqin? Come on, do you see that plum vase that has been made into a kiln over there? It was pawned by his kid, so I took it away. It's still sprinkled with gold paper, it's just empty. , the family has been empty for a long time, and I can't afford much money. Throw it away."

Among the pile of posts, there was one with particularly beautiful handwriting. Cheng Jiao had sharp eyes, picked it up, and read out: "I hope Yaoqin, Yaoqin is always correct, I hope you will get back, you..."

Shang Bieyun took the posts out of his hand and threw them far away in a ball: "Those who are officials, those who are in the same business, those who have no money, those who invite me to participate in some qin talks, those who only write love poems without mentioning buying a piano, You don’t need to tell me everything, just throw it aside and take it to the kitchen to make a fire at night.”

He asked Cong Yin again with a serious face: "We have released the long line for two years, what is the principle now?"

Cong Yin said solemnly: "Catch a big fish!" After saying that, he plunged into the pile of invitations and carefully inspected them.

Seeing that Cong Yin was not as active as Cong Yin, Cheng Jiao flipped through it casually, a little absent-minded: "At a cursory glance, it seems that there are quite a lot of women's boudoir posts, have you dealt with them all together?"

Shang Bieyun looked at it with a flower cup in his hand, and said, "That won't work, you still have to look carefully. There are many rich boudoir ladies."

"Oh." Cheng Jiao replied, not interested.

Cong Yin's eyes turned red, and he felt that the petty lower script on the invitation card in his hand was floating in front of his eyes as if alive.She blinked hard, and looked outside the door, it was already dark.

Cheng Jiao was still sitting obediently flipping through the posts, while Shang Bieyun lay down on the side and fell asleep.Cong Yin rubbed her stiff waist and stood up, walked to the desk and lit an oil lamp.Shang Bieyun woke up, rubbed his eyes, and said in a vague voice, "Is it over?"

Cheng Jiao picked up the three posts behind him and put them together with Cong Yin's: "I'll pick out three after I've read them here."

Cong Yin came over with the oil lamp in his arms, put the lamp on the tea table, picked up the post, counted them, and handed them to Shang Bieyun: "I have nine here, twelve in total."

Shang Bieyun took it and rolled his eyes, still sounding sleepy: "It's so few."

Cheng Jiao clasped his hands and said calmly, "According to Mr.'s request, I picked them carefully."

Shangbie Yunqiang regained his energy and sat up: "It's fine, anyway, I'm not very smart, as long as I can catch a big one."

Flipping it twice, a golden light flashed in front of my eyes, and my sleepiness shivered, and all of them were beaten away.Shangbieyun looked at the post in his hand: "Good guy."

The post in front of me is no longer a post.The upper and lower sides are sandwiched by pure gold hinges, the hinges are engraved with hollow golden toad patterns, and the invitation cards are pulled out. The paper is rattan pattern paper, and the warp and weft are sandwiched with gold threads as thin as hair, so that the paper can be stiff and impenetrable. ink.For this post alone, at least one tael of pure gold was spent.

What was written on the paper was unremarkable, nothing more than admiration for Shang Bieyun's reputation, and Wanwang please move his Huigong.Shang Bieyun took the gold post and looked it up and down twice, and asked Cong Yin: "Wu Zanglou? Is it true or not?"

Cong Yin looked excited: "I bit it just now. It's real gold. If it weren't for Wuzanglou, who would have such a big deal?"

Hearing this, Shang Bieyun pinched the post with two fingers and gently threw it on the ground, looked around, pulled the sleeve of Cheng Jiao who was closest to him, and rubbed his hands.

Cheng Jiao: "..."

Cong Yin couldn't care less about getting angry, her small face was shining brightly: "Master, I'll go out now and send out all the replies, buy a grouper, and bring back two pots of 20-year-old Chen Hong. Recharge your energy and make up for it. Supplement. I think we are really going to develop this time."