I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao didn't have much strength, so he just sat in the room.

After a while, Qi Bo led a person in.

Seeing that he was a young man in his twenties, with delicate features and eloquence, he quickly called Su Yao when he came in, and said in his mouth, "Cheng An greets you, my lord."

"No need, I have a small population here, so there are not so many rules."

Su Yao glanced at him, for some reason, he felt that this submissive demeanor with lowered eyebrows and nodding was somewhat familiar.

He was slightly puzzled, but he couldn't talk about it, so he could only ask: "Where did you work before?"

"Returning to your son, Cheng'an is from Pingzhou, and he had been running errands in the restaurant before. The restaurant closed down and the shopkeeper left, so I came to Jiujing."

This rhetoric was prepared in advance, Cheng An raised his eyes secretly, but felt that Su Yao didn't seem to believe it.

Boss Su's observation skills are very keen.

Cheng An was silent for a while, and simply made a patch: "After I came to Jiujing, I served a family named Fu, and it was in Yanqingfang."

Su Yao was slightly taken aback: What a coincidence?

Cheng An hurriedly continued to express his loyalty: "Young master, don't worry. Whether it's a shop or a private house, Cheng An has taken care of it. I can do errands, do chores, wash, clean the house, and guard the courtyard. I can also cook a little, and I can read a lot. If there is a little master, I will also take it."

Su Yao couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't be afraid. I've signed the contract, and I won't let you go."

He paused, but couldn't help being curious: "I know Mr. Fu from Yanqingfang. Since you were in Fu's house before, why didn't you do it?"

Cheng An was silent.

Cheng An edited directly on the spot: "It's all my fault. Mr. Fu raised a cat and accidentally scratched me. I scolded the cat, but Mr. Fu happened to overhear him. He beat me because of this, and I was annoyed for a while. , offended Mr. Fu, and... was sold."

Su Yao paused, but it was reasonable.

According to the ancient people's views on slaves, if a slave and pet have a conflict, it must be to send a slave.Not to mention contradicting the master.

Su Yao could only nod his head, and reassured him: "I don't have so many rules here, and I don't keep cats and dogs. You don't make trouble, just do your best, and I won't treat you badly."

Looking at Su Yao's expression, Cheng An finally felt relieved.

It seems to have passed.

It seems that the image of the eldest son has not been damaged.

The quarrel with Guipi was actually a real thing.

It's just that Gui Pi didn't catch Cheng An, instead, Cheng An ran all over the yard to catch him. After a lot of rubbing, he was miserable for several days.

Afterwards, Fu Ling did hit him with the bone of a fan, but he really didn't "rebut a few words in a moment of anger".

Cheng An didn't dare.

Qi Bo took Cheng An out to explain to him, and then came back: "Young Master, Mr. Fu came yesterday to say that the school version of the new book is very good and can be printed."

Su Yao nodded, and talked to Qi Bo about the embroidery.

Qi Bo thought for a moment, but said: "I'm afraid Mr. Zhou Zhou and Mr. Fu can talk, and Xie's Carving Workshop is also easy to discuss, but Mr. Xu..."

He paused, then smiled again: "Mr. Xu is young. Although he doesn't like to make noise, he is quite talented. I'm afraid...he may not be willing to ask him to paint for other people's books."

Su Yao sighed: "His ability to write books is far inferior to that of painting. Now that he writes opera scripts and sells characters on the street, he can barely make ends meet. But he has to think about the future. He is already a scholar, and sooner or later he will save money to go to Beijing for the exam Scholars."

"If the embroidery instinct can sell well, he can also save enough money earlier."

Qi Bo was silent, and only said: "Then you have to persuade him in another day."

Su Yao can empathize with Xu Ze's current situation, so he really wants to help him.

Back then, if someone could help him a little...

Su Yao sighed, and comforted herself, life is impermanent, and the past is the past.

He was already ill, so he shouldn't think too much, so he forced himself to swallow a bowl of porridge, drank the medicine and fell asleep again.

This sleep will sleep until night.

It seems that there is no more easy two points.

The herbal medicine took effect slowly, Su Yao opened his eyes again from fatigue, and saw the shadows of candles flickering in the room, but it was Cheng An who was guarding.

Cheng An was sitting in front of the desk peeling eggs. When he saw that he was awake, he washed his hands and handed him some water: "My lord, drink your saliva first, and then drink the evening medicine."

Su Yao took a sip, and heard him ask again: "My lord still has no appetite?"

Everything Su Yao ate tasted like chewing wax, and his chest and stomach were disgusted, so he didn't taste it.

Cheng An said with a smile: "It's sugar water, I melted some rock sugar into it. You feel uncomfortable all over, eat something sweet to warm your heart."

Su Yao didn't eat it, but thanked her.

The newly bought one is quite meticulous.

He glanced at the pot of boiled white eggs again, but smiled: "Qi Bo boiled tea eggs again?"

"Uncle Qi went to bed first, he said that the young master likes to eat, let me peel and marinate overnight." Cheng An smiled, "Young master, eat two more tomorrow, and Uncle Qi said that you didn't eat anything today."

Qi Bo is not very good at cooking, and tea eggs are the only ones he is good at.

When Su Yao first came, he was ill every three days, so Qi Bo often made this to coax him to eat two more bites.

In the original world, Su Yao lived alone for many years. At that time, he survived every illness and never had anyone to take care of him.

Suddenly having a home, Su Yao cherished it very much.

Su Yao was silent, and read again: "What did you have for dinner?"

"I ate plain porridge and a few pieces of fried tofu from the stew pot at home. I went to the restaurant in the square to buy meat pies and mixed day lily." Cheng An smiled narrowly again, "I also ate the young master's tea eggs."

Su Yao raised the corner of his mouth: "It's not mine. I eat together here, so just say what you want."

Cheng An complied, and suddenly became happy again.

The eldest son's sweetheart seems to be an easy-going person, and he is really easy-going.

He looks good and has a good temper. The eldest son has vision.

Cheng An waited for Su Yao to eat half a bowl of porridge again, and seeing that he was more energetic, he began to reply: "When the young master fell asleep, a Mr. Xu came and said that he forgot a piece of white jade pendant here."

"Hmm... probably in my room." Su Yao said, "Did you find it for him?"

"Qi Bo found it for him, and it really is at the young master's place." Cheng An smiled, "He heard that the young master fell ill and wanted to come and see, but the young master fell asleep, so I didn't let him bother him."

Su Yao nodded.

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Mr. Xu is not an outsider, but Mr. Ben from the shop."

Cheng An responded.

And silently complained, Mr. Huaben, Bai Yupei can fall into our Mr. Su's room.

He continued: "Doctor Bai is also here. He took your pulse again, and said that as long as you don't cough, it doesn't matter. He's busy tomorrow, so he won't come."

Su Yao said "hmm".

Cheng An said again: "The bookstore is not open today, but many guests have come. Among them, Mr. Xie, who heard that you were sick, wanted to come to see you. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I stopped you. Later, he brought a lot of snacks Melon and fruit, I put them away, do you want some?"

Su Yao had no appetite, so he only thanked him once.

Cheng An was a little embarrassed: "It's okay to talk about melons and fruits, but I'm afraid it won't taste good until tomorrow."

Su Yao smiled: "Just eat. As I said, we eat together here."

Only then did Cheng An agree.

The stars in the spring night were shining brightly, Cheng An lowered his eyes, and suddenly understood what Uncle Wu said to him when he came——

If you want to get good cabbage, you have to fight each pig first.

My eldest son has always had a good eye, but others are not blind.

Fortunately, Boss Su doesn't seem to be tempted by anyone yet.

The bad thing was that Boss Su wasn't tempted by the eldest son either.

Cheng An was heartbroken.

He was silent for a while, but then he remembered another thing: "By the way, a little bookboy came in this afternoon, who said he belonged to Mr. Wednesday."

Su Yao hurriedly asked: "How do you say?"

"The little book boy relayed Mr. Zhou's original words. He said, thank you Boss Su for his kindness, but it takes too long to complete the embroidery book. I'm afraid it will be finished in a hurry, which will delay the success of Fu Ke."

"Mr. Zhou Zhou said that he knew that his literary talents were limited, and he was lucky to be able to engrave "The Legend of Begonia Qimeng" again. This one is fine. He feels that the next one is very good, but we can discuss it."

Su Yao was silent.

Mr. Wednesday's concerns are not unreasonable.

The book "The Legend of Begonia's Dream" is not lukewarm, and it became famous because of the opportunity of storytelling. It is only natural for Mr. Zhou to act cautiously.

It was he who was impatient.

However, there are still two volumes left in "The Legend of Begonia Qimeng". If you want to wait for the next volume, I am afraid it will be after summer.

Su Yao was silent, and if he wanted to publish an embroidered book, he could only ask Mr. Fu what he meant.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng An put down the curtain: "It's late at night, if you are tired, you can go to sleep. If there is anything else, we will talk about it tomorrow morning when we are more energetic."

Su Yao only explained: "Tomorrow, please ask Uncle Qi to send the manuscript repaired by Mr. Wednesday to the engraving workshop, and please engrave it quickly; Mr. Fu's new book can also be made, please hurry up; then pass it to Mr. Zhou. Let me tell you that his concerns are justified, and we will talk about the embroidered book next time; I will get well some other day, and I will ask him to invite the other two gentlemen to discuss the contract."

Cheng An responded one by one, seeing that Su Yao was fast asleep, he waved and called the hidden guard.

The sound of worms pierces through the green screen window, and the spring night is far from lonely, but the surroundings of Fu's house are still uniquely quiet.

After the secret guard briefly reported Su Yao's physical condition, Fu Ling frowned: "Go to the back kitchen and take away the jar of pickled mustard and pickled radish from Huang's restaurant, and ask Cheng An to persuade him to eat more."

The other dishes in Huang's restaurant are very mediocre, only pickled vegetables can be eaten by Fu Ling, but they are made very rarely.

Uncle Wu said: "I will buy it for you in a few days."

Fu Ling said "hmm": "He is ill, his appetite is not good enough to eat, let Cheng An think of a way." Then he added in a deep voice: "That's all for today, don't eat tomorrow, let Cheng An talk back."

The secret guard Nuonuo responded, and Uncle Wu couldn't help persuading him: "My lord, Cheng'an will only arrive this afternoon..."

Fu Ling raised his eyes: "Don't you need to eat tonight?"

Add another order: "You tell Cheng An, if you say what I say, if Su Yao won't eat it, he won't eat it either."

The dark guard complied obediently, holding the pickle jar and handing it to Cheng An, and relayed the words to him verbatim.

Cheng An's tears flowed in the spring breeze.

Eldest son, you might as well arrange for me to find Pei Yi.I'd rather go through mountains and rivers to tie up that old man, it's easier than doing things under your nose.