I opened a bookstore in ancient times

As the weather got hotter, there were fewer and fewer customers in the bookstore in the afternoon.

Su Yao doesn't have the habit of taking a nap, but with a leisurely business, eating and drinking enough, flipping through the scriptures, she feels a little sleepy.

Every time when I was about to fall asleep, I could always see Fu Gezi.

This big pigeon neither writes nor reads articles. Apart from a good work and rest, his living conditions are roughly equivalent to those of a vagrant.

Su Yao suspected that his regular schedule was also because he lived in someone else's house.

After all, when Fu Gezi went to press for the manuscript for the first time, he slept until the sun was up.

This big pigeon lived in Su Yao's house for a period of time, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider even more.

Walking slowly to the counter, he poured a cup of milk tea casually: "What books does Boss Su read?"

Su Yao's counter originally did not have his cups.

Later, when Fu Ling kept wandering over to take a sip, Su Yao specially prepared a porcelain cup for him.

The pattern deserves a compliment from Fu Gezi: "Lian Lizhi, very beautiful."

Su Yao really wanted to urge him to write an article, but he mentioned it several times directly and obliquely, but was fooled by the big pigeon.

It's not as good as the first time, at least I got one at that time.

In the next few times, there was no one.

Why is Fu Gezi working so hard? Look at Mr. Zhou Zhou, the new article is almost ready, and he is about to start making small money again.

Fu Gezi doesn't make money and spends money all day...

Su Yao had no choice but to say, okay, if you have money in your family, you have confidence.

Su Yao looked at the idle pigeon, swallowed silently, and said: "It's not a new book, Mr. Akiyama's old book."

Speaking of this, Su Yao recalled that Mr. Shen Qiushan hadn't written an article for a while since he continued his strings at the beginning of the year.

Find time to ask a question.

Fu Ling said "um", and was about to open his mouth, when he heard the voice of the guest behind him: "Have you heard? Something happened to the Wan family in Taipingfang."

Fu Ling and Su Yao paused at the same time.

Uncle Wu's arrangement...so fast?

Fu Ling took a sip of tea calmly.

The store was quiet in the afternoon, and the voices of customers were a little loud.

Fortunately, there were very few guests, so they looked up curiously when they heard the words.

This kind of folk tradition exists in places where aristocratic families gather.

Everyone is as keen as a dragon in a melon field.

Su Yao is not a gossip person, but he has no opinion on other people's eating melons.

If you go to the teahouse Wasi, then you can chat without any shyness or restraint.

Seeing someone looking over, the guest didn't hide his voice: "I saw it this morning when I passed by Ji Ren Tang. The Wan family's sedan chair and the Cheng family's sedan chair were jammed together, and there was a quarrel at the gate of Ji Ren Tang."

The friend beside him hadn't spoken yet, but another middle-aged judge was surprised: "Which Cheng's family? Old General Cheng's?"

"Exactly. How can something go wrong?"

The guest closed the book, "Is there any family in the old capital who doesn't know that General Cheng has a bad temper, and now he has been struggling for most of his life, and he is also getting old. In the early years in Beijing, they were all rogue... "

It was hard to say this, so the guest smiled and covered it up.

Old General Cheng Yu was indeed a man not to be trifled with.

It is said that when he was young, he was domineering and violent, one of the best playboys in Beijing.

The Cheng family is also an old noble who inherited the title, and the old general Cheng Yu is the eldest son. At that time, the old Marquis couldn't afford to lose this man, so he directly threw him into the border army, and said harshly all over the capital that he would die outside without meritorious service. It's just that the Cheng family has never had such a person.

When Su Yao heard this, he just kept silent: No wonder the old general Cheng Yu has a violent temper.

Bloody men in the army are very suitable for this kind of temperament.

The old general Cheng Yu has been there for several years, and he has survived the bloody storm, but he is quite stable.

And I don't know what the fate is, she married a Orion's daughter from the frontier.

This matter was a new thing in Beijing at that time, not because the Cheng family disagreed, but because the wedding ceremony of the old general Cheng Yu was too grand.

Mrs. Cheng and Mrs. Hou had long given up on the eldest son's reputation, thinking that as long as she was an innocent girl, she would be fine if she was willing to marry. How bad his own son was, parents still had some points in their hearts, so they didn't stop him.

Therefore, this old general Cheng made a lot of arrangements in Beijing.

That scene was done, and in the next ten years, as long as there are high-ranking marriages in Beijing, they will be brought out for comparison.

Moreover, the follow-up development of this matter far exceeded the expectations of the people who eat melons in Beijing.

Everyone thought that the Orion's daughter should be a delicate beauty with a gentle and supple personality, and the painting style of a virtuous wife can subdue this monolith.

But he never thought that this general's wife, a beauty is a beauty, but her temperament is even a bit stronger than that of Old General Cheng.

Thanks to the fact that the couple have been in the army for many years, otherwise they must be the only pair of demon kings in the capital.

Since Old General Cheng married such a temperamental wife, he has had a violent temper all his life and never restrained himself.

In the words of the old Hou Ye, the little bastard grew up to be the old bastard.

As he grew older and suffered from injuries and illnesses, Old General Cheng brought his illustrious military exploits to the old capital to recuperate.

Naturally, no one dared to mess with Old Beijing.

"Don't the Wan family know who Old General Cheng is?" Someone had the same doubts as Su Yao.

The guest said: "Who knows what the manager of the Wan family thinks? Old General Cheng dared to contradict him. When I went, I only heard that there was a quarrel because of the rush to come first."

Another guest frowned and said, "Ji Ren Hall is always crowded. My son was caught in the cold and had to wait for a long time to see the doctor."

"There have been many people suffering from wind and cold recently."

The previous guest continued, "I can see clearly that the carriage of the Cheng family arrived first, and the Wan family was one step behind. The servants of the two families were in a hurry, and bumped into each other while receiving the number plate. When picking it up, who gets which number?" There was a dispute over the sign. The steward of the Wan family held the number plate and only said that his family was in front, but the Cheng family boy refused to admit it."

"Speaking of which, the young master of the Wan family suffered some skin trauma and came for a follow-up visit; but Old General Cheng had a cold and said he had some fever, so he ran to Ji Ren Tang by himself when he couldn't wait for the doctor to come at home. He is older , I want to see a doctor first, so to speak, there is only one seat, but Wan Jia refuses to let go no matter what."

The officer smiled and said, "You really are impatient, running outside while you have a fever."

"People who are marching, naturally care less."

The guest continued, "Let's not talk about fever, I can't even tell that the old general is sick. He rushed out of the carriage angrily, and almost wanted to fight with the steward of the Wan family. Many servants stopped him, but they almost didn't stop him... "

"and after?"

"Later, I was afraid that there would be a real fight, so I hurried away."

The first guest chuckled, but said again, "No matter what happened, it would probably be a bad thing to bump into Old General Cheng. The Wan family is not considered a small family anymore, how can they tolerate such a troublesome servant? Irrelevant, not listening to persuasion, and talking too harshly."

"Compared to the Cheng family, it's a small family no matter what." Another guest raised his head slightly.

"Perhaps if you are close to the emperor's relatives, you will be defiant. There used to be a family named Sun in the old capital. Remember, that was also..."

Everyone chatted about the old things next to them, Su Yao was silent for a while, and filled up the milk tea with Fu Ling.

Fu Ling took a sip: "What does Boss Su think?"

Su Yao paused for a moment: "Ascending heights and falling heavily, people in the family are neither prudent nor kind, and sooner or later they will harm themselves."

With Su Yao's temperament, he is unwilling to talk too much about people and things he doesn't like.

Fu Ling nodded slightly, and just brushed aside the words.

Wanjia wants to do it by himself, so he can bear it by himself.

Left and right are irrelevant.

Fu Ling drank the milk tea slowly, then smiled again: "Boss Su, what shall we have for dinner?"

Mr. Fu ordered more and more smoothly.

Su Yao was silent, holding the scripture in his hand, and wanted to make a dish like "braised squab".

Su Yao only pondered for a moment, but asked another way: "What would Mr. Fu want to eat?"

Fu Ling thought about it a little: "I want to eat crucian carp soup."

"The crucian carp soup is worth three chapters." Su Yao smiled.

Fu Ling was taken aback for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and said softly, "Boss Su, are you going to settle accounts with me like this?"

Fu Gezi's voice is quite seductive.

But Su Yao was indifferent, and only smiled gently: "Mr. Fu still eat?"

Fu Gezi wanted to eat, but didn't want to write.

So he just played around with Su Yao: "I have already paid Boss Su's room fee."

"Usually, it's the usual ones, extra dishes are not included." Su Yao raised his eyebrows, "If Mr. Fu pays for the extra dishes, I'll cook one for you."

"Everyone has to eat good food together, it can't be considered as a side dish." Fu Ling cheated.

"For a cook like me, it's an extra dish. I didn't plan to make it, but Mr. Fu ordered it." Su Yao didn't add oil and salt.

To deal with pigeons, you have to be thicker than him.

Boss Su suddenly became difficult to speak.

Fu Gezi was a little aggrieved.

After being wronged for a while, he began to bargain again: "The crucian carp soup is not worth the price of three chapters. Boss Su, look, according to the price of my book, I sell a book..."

Foodie Fu Dagezi actually gave Su Yao the price of the book for the sake of cooing.

There are also some that look good, and they are not willing to wipe even a fraction.

Su Yao was very helpless, looking at Fu Ling's serious expression, he was especially funny: "Then Mr. Fu cut the price down to one chapter, and I will lose money, so I won't do it."

"No loss."

Fu Ling shook his folding fan and smiled slightly, "Boss Su and I eat together, won't this make up for it?"

Su Yao choked.

After a moment of silence, he said again: "If I want to eat, I can make it myself."

"If you want to eat together, why do it separately. I can't finish it all by myself, what a waste."

Fu Ling continued to brainwash, "Boss Su saves money, and I also save effort, okay?"

This logic seems to be correct.

But there is something strange.

The master of logic, Gezi, strikes while the iron is hot: "That's one chapter. One chapter is settled. Boss Su can't go back on his word."

As soon as Su Yao was about to speak, Fu Ling spread paper and ink quickly, making a look of evanescent spring.

Su Yao: ...

Su Yao was very helpless towards a certain pigeon.

It's okay.

Better to eat than not to write a word.

But it's already afternoon, I don't know if there are any fresh crucian carp.

Su Yao told Cheng An to pick two, while Fu Gezi was still grinding ink slowly.

Su Yao paused: "Mr. Fu, when will you finish writing this chapter and when will you drink fish soup?"

Check the goods now, and deliver the dishes later.

There must be no more "one piece" events.

Fu Ling looked confident: "Boss Su, don't worry, I'll finish it in a while."

Su Yao couldn't believe it.

But to Su Yao's surprise, Fu Gezi did not lie this time.

The afternoon sun was bright, the early summer was sunny, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. Su Yao calculated the accounts, and when she looked back, she found that Fu Gezi was actually writing.

Mr. Hetai really started writing.

Su Yao felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

Fu Ling was sitting on Su Yao's side, and the intertwined tree shadows swayed and swayed, reflecting on his body, holding the pen with his slender fingers, and neatly falling neat ink marks on a piece of rice paper.

Su Yao traced upwards from his knuckle fingers, to the neck and shoulders, to the chin, to the bridge of the nose, to the eyebrows.

Sigh for a moment.

People who work hard always have a unique temperament, which makes Fu Gezi look particularly good.

Su Yao's heart trembled slightly when he saw it, and he felt a little embarrassed after thinking about it.

Is this... nympho?

Su Yao felt a little nervous in his heart, and then realized that the nervousness came for no reason.

She was already good-looking, what happened to my eyes?

Why are you crazy?

No, no, this is called appreciation of beauty.

Su Yao suddenly became confident, and when he looked over again, he met Fu Ling's smiling eyes.

Fu Ling put down his pen slowly: "Boss Su, look at me openly."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment and panicked instantly.