I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Although Fu Cuckoo is a good guy, he is not quite the same as a general good buyer.

Mrs. Kang has also entertained high-ranking and well-known families. Those who are well-informed will inevitably criticize, comment on and show off.

This basically just needs to be stroked along the hair.

If you smooth it out and hold it happily, you will naturally buy it, and you will buy a lot.

But like Fu Gugu, you may not necessarily buy it after the leverage.

Also changed to different angle bars.

Fu Gezi didn't come to show off his knowledge, he was really picky.

And he is well-informed, not a guest who can be smoothed out with just a few words.

It's so big that the corner of the red plum branch is not good-looking, and it's so small that your embroiderer's thread is too conspicuous. She understands everything and can talk about everything, and her vision is not ordinary.

Mrs. Kang made him so angry that he didn't have a temper. Halfway through the conversation, he was in a state of being slaughtered.

What to ask and what to answer, no embellishment, no beautification, honestly lay flat, love to buy or not.

Master Xiao Fu is usually in this state.

Very well-behaved and very obedient.

Probably because this state is very suitable for Fu Gezi's eyes, Fu Gezi finished asking all the questions that should be asked, and nodded with satisfaction.

Mrs. Kang was almost moved to tears.

Fu Gezi asked Su Yao again: "Then shall we make a deal?"

Su Yao naturally agreed.

He just asked first, and he only asked two or three sentences, but Fu Gezi followed his words and expanded a lot.

Stitches, thread ends, color matching, etc., Su Yao looked very good, but the pigeons were picky again, but there was nothing to be picky about.

Su Yao smiled, and said to Mrs. Kang: "Please trouble shopkeeper Kang to get out a small size as soon as possible. Let's take a look first. If you don't need to change it, I will trouble you to make a bigger one. I need three copies, and I will send someone to it later." You bring it."

Listen to the beauty's tone.

Mrs. Kang's eyes filled with tears: it's better to be a beauty.

She quickly responded: "It's easy to talk about."

He laughed again: "Boss Su can't touch incense powder, it's a pity. I have a new fragrance in my shop, which smells like cold plum. The smoked tent is just right, and it also matches the pattern you chose."

Su Yao was suspicious: "How did Mrs. Kang know about me..."

"Huh."

Mrs. Kang joked, "Didn't your Mr. Fu come here to tell you? Don't worry, this time I asked Mrs. Xiu to take off the makeup and do it, so watch carefully."

These words made Su Yao's face slightly hot.

He lowered his eyes a little, but Mrs. Kang covered her lips and smiled, and sighed again: "It's not a waste of suffering this afternoon. It's always the luck of the prosperous shop to be so happy.

Just a pity.

For the wedding of the eldest grandson of the Fu family in Xidu, she would definitely not be able to get involved in the wedding dress, not to mention how many cloth shops in the old capital were in front of her house, and she couldn't compare to the tailors of the Fu family's embroiderers.

It was a custom in old Beijing that on the day of the wedding, one would ride a horse on the avenue to Fu's house.

The wedding dress is naturally the most conspicuous, but it's a pity that Mrs. Kang can't touch it. Let's make a tent this time, but it is hung in the room so that outsiders can't see it.

Although she made a lot of money, outsiders couldn't see it, and it didn't help her family's business.

Mrs. Kang thought about it, and couldn't help laughing: "Boss Su, is there anything else you can do with your marriage? Do you need me? You can do anything, see if I can help?"

This question still has to be asked of a good-natured beauty.

But when he asked, Su Yao was also very worried.

Now it is almost the twelfth lunar month, although Fu Gezi is picky, but after more than two months of selection, the things are really similar.

New clothes for the servants are all done.

Su Yao thought about it, but she really remembered one thing: "When riding a horse, I will hang two red silk flowers. I haven't chosen this one yet, but..."

Su Yao couldn't help laughing: "I just don't know if Mrs. Kang is willing to do it, after all, it's not a decent dress, your cloth shop..."

"Will you like it? If Boss Su is here, can't cloth shop just make fabrics? My shop can do it, and I can do it."

Mrs. Kang was overjoyed, and hurriedly agreed, and consciously picked up a big deal.

The marriage of the Fu family will definitely attract the attention of the whole city, if the horse's head goes around half the city, then won't her shop be in the limelight!

This not only has to be done, but also has to be done with the best embroidery fabrics.

Mrs. Kang thought about this advertisement that would earn a lot of money without spending money, and she thought roughly: "So, after five days, I will send the sample of the tent and the silk flowers on the horse's head to Boss Su. You and Mr. Fu choose one?"

Su Yao thanked, then looked at Fu Ling again: "That thing is pretty much the same, let's go back and see what's missing?"

Fu Lingben had to carefully choose the silk flower on the horse's head, but since Su Yao was willing, he also gave it to Mrs. Kang.

It's also good for Mrs. Kang.

Fu Gezi still credited Xueqing Tulle to her last time, so this time I will thank her.

Now that the deal was made, Mrs. Kang happily sent the man out, holding a small bag of deposit, and hurriedly went to order the staff in the store.

It was almost dusk outside, the sun was sinking to the west, and the whole old capital was shrouded in freezing cold.

Fu Ling wrapped him up so that only his face was exposed: "If you're tired, don't go to the counter to sell books tomorrow."

"I'm okay."

The fluffy wind was blowing Su Yao's cheeks, Su Yao frowned slightly, "I just talked about horses, but I don't know how to ride a horse yet."

Fu Ling then smiled: "It's okay, married horses walk very slowly, just sit down."

Su Yao was still worried, but Fu Ling couldn't help being curious: "You haven't ridden at all?"

Su Yao shook his head.

In the original world, there were equestrian classes, but when he was young, a classmate broke his leg, and the family was afraid, so he was not allowed to touch it.

After coming here, I haven't touched it.

Fu Ling then held his hand: "Then when the spring begins, I'll teach you. The selected red-maned horse is on our farm, just in time for you to get acquainted with it."

For outdoor activities, you have to wait until the beginning of spring.

Su Yao listened to the north wind blowing outside the carriage, and finally realized that it was winter in old Beijing again.

After Laba is the new year, the clouds are clear and the sun is cold, Fu Gugu's book is the last business of Su's bookstore before the New Year's Eve.

There are still many guests.

Zhu Niangzi's little doll walked unsteadily, and when she saw the long queue in front of the bookstore, she just clapped her hands happily.

Madam Zhu protected the little dumpling from behind, and congratulated: "Boss Su is making a lot of money again!"

Zhu Niangzi never knew Hua Niang's true identity. She was so close to Ah Yan, Hua Niang, and Su Yao, but those disputes never affected her peaceful life.

There are probably many people in the world who are like this, living a peaceful and happy life, living comfortably in a small world.

Naturally, Su Yao wouldn't tell her these things, and after a few pleasantries, he got busy with the business in the store.

There's not much new in doing what you're used to.

In particular, there are guests who come to ask the same question every time: "When will Boss Su invite Mr. Hetai to show up?"

Mr. Hetai, who was sitting next to Su Yao, smiled and said nothing.

Although many people in the old Beijing equated Su Yao's fiancé with Fu Ling of the Fu family in the western capital, few people also equated Fu Ling with Mr. Hetai.

When Su Yao asked him after the guest had left, Fu Ling just smiled and said, "Forget it. Maybe they won't even read the book when they see how lazy and greedy I am."

Fu Ling was stroking the fat orange cat, leaning on the small couch, the big orange was purring, its fur was glossy and smooth.

Really lazy and hungry.

But it should be mostly lazy.

Su Yao smiled and said, "Let me see, you are worried that others will block the door and press for the manuscript."

Su Yao sat on the edge of the couch, and Fu Ling stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms.

Stroking cats with one hand, hugging beauties with the other, a plate of candied hawthorns on the table, no need to write a manuscript yet.

Satisfied, Fu Gugu, the winner in life, fed the beauty the last hawthorn fruit.

Su Yao just pushed it away: "I don't want to eat it, it's too sweet."

Fu Ling held the crystal-clear fruit, and Guipi followed with a "meow", staring at it with round eyes.

Fu Ling glanced at him: "I won't give you food."

Put it in your mouth.

Guipi seemed to "meow" angrily, kicked Fu Ling away and ran out.

Guipi opened Su Yao's door more and more smoothly.

It was closed again with a pull.

The brazier in the room was crackling, and Su Yao wanted to get up, but was pressed into his arms by Fu Dage again: "What are you going to do?"

But there is nothing to do.

There were fewer and fewer guests, and the shop was big and cold, so Su Yao simply asked Cheng An to go back to the room to keep warm.

Su Yao leaned against him again: "I always feel like I have nothing to do when I'm free."

A long north wind blows outside the window, making the branches of flowers and trees rustle.

Fu Gezi put his arms around the beauty's waist: "Why do you have nothing to do?"

"I have bought all the things for the wedding, and I have settled the account with the engraving workshop for years ago. There are no new books in the future, and there are few customers in the store."

Su Yao counted with his fingers, "Learning to ride a horse will have to wait until next year, what is there to do now?"

In ancient times without the Internet and electronic devices, leisure life was quite boring.

Su Yao thought for a while, and was about to get two scripts when Fu Ling held her down again.

Fu Gezi put Su Yao on the couch, turned over and said, "What do you think you can do?"

His tone was low, but Su Yao was startled: "It's still daytime, I..."

Fu Ling bowed his head, kissed him on the lips, and said softly, "It's because we're not busy recently that we can be in the daytime. You see, even though we don't go out, we still have to be active."

... To be reasonable, doing it in broad daylight is indeed quite exciting, anyway, idle is idle.

But Su Yao was still cramped, and his voice couldn't help lowering his voice: "This is not good, what if someone comes in?"

Fu Ling pressed his shoulders: "Uncle Qi just left the house. He said that the bird he picked up the day before yesterday couldn't be raised, so he went to give it to a friend. Uncle Wu went to Fu's house to discuss wedding matters. There are hidden guards, so how could Cheng An come to look for it?" us?"

Fu Ling put his hand on Su Yao's belt: "Don't worry about that."

It is true that there is no one left, but Su Yao always feels uneasy.

Before he could find any reason to refute, Fu Ling had already gently kissed him.

Fu Gezi's foreplay is very well done.

Always be able to kiss Su Yao ecstatically.

Lovers in the passionate love period are always prone to misfires, and they are all on each other physically and mentally. They don't need any atmosphere and stimulation to arouse a fiery passion.

Fu Ling kissed Su Yao from lips to neck, Su Yao tilted his head slightly, and Fu Gezi pecked her white ear again.

Su Yao couldn't help trembling slightly, sinking into the soft quilt, breathing heavily.

Fu Ling's hand has already pulled away his belt.

I don't know who I learned from this problem of having to throw the belt on the ground after untying it.

Just as Su Yao was about to remind him, Fu Ling straightened his jaw and kissed him again.

This time the action was much more violent.

The atmosphere between the two of them was hot in an instant, and Su Yao's clothes were a little disheveled, revealing her fair neck and shoulders.

Fu Ling leaned over his neck and shoulder and bit it lightly, then he was suddenly taken aback.

Su Yao was also stunned.

Because he heard the door knock.

A cool breeze rushed in, accompanied by a meow.

With a "meow", Gui Pi swaggered into the room, lay down on the soft carpet, and began to lick her paws like no one else was.

Su Yao's face turned red instantly.

In the past, I always settled the manuscript fee before going to bed, and I had the habit of locking the door before going to bed. Guipi usually stayed in Fu Ling's original room at night.

It was cold these few days, so it stayed in Uncle Wu's room.

But it likes Su Yao the most, and always stays in Su Yao's room during the day.

And will open the door.

Fu Gezi's complexion darkened in an instant: The good atmosphere was ruined by Da Ju, how did this happen?

Fu Ling lowered his eyes, but his voice was still hoarse: "Leave it alone, let's continue."

He lowered his head, but Su Yao pushed it away, and then closed his clothes again: "No..."

Su Yao clearly had a thin layer of red on her neck and shoulders, but turned over to avoid it.

Fu Gezi was even angrier.

The simple-minded Daju didn't realize the danger was approaching, and played with Su Yao's belt that fell on the ground.

Fu Ling endured the anger for a long time, put on his outer shirt, and picked up the nape of the cassia bark.

Guipi's big round eyes are full of innocence: "Meow."

Fu Gezi threw the cat out the door, swiped it and locked the door.

Another chair was moved, and "Kang Dang" blocked the door.

Fat Daju licked his paws in the great north wind, feeling extremely wronged: "Meow..."