The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

"You just stand on the street with the duck in your arms and wait?"

Fatty Mo nodded.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, "Even if you are foolish enough to hug here for a day, you won't be able to sell it."

"Gah." Fatty Mo and Fat Duck wrinkled their faces together.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly sympathized with Mr. Xia, fearing that his ancestral property would be cut off.

He dragged Fatty Mo up the street, and analyzed carefully: "Your father didn't ask you to sell this fat duck because he wanted you to make money, but just to let you see how the Xia family's salted ducks are doing business. Regulations, do you think where all the ducks of the Xia family have been sent?"

"Oh!" Xia Ziyou understood at a glance, but Xiaoyuan's face frowned again, "I understand what the little man means, I also carried the duckling to Zuixianlou this morning, but the back cook..."

Fatty Mo lowered his head, and put his chubby face against Fat Duck's furry head, "It's too cruel."

Such a cute little duck was sent to the Drunken Immortal Tower, and it was nothing more than the end of being plucked and skinned alive.

Zhu Jiuci was taken aback for a moment, but he did not expect such a result.

I don't notice the latter layer when I eat on weekdays, but now I can't bear to face the living animals.

However, the Xia family's business is salted duck, so Xia Ziyou couldn't help but face it.

Jinling salted duck is famous all over the country, and Xiajia’s salted duck is especially good.One is that the ducks are well-raised, and the place of origin is Jinling. The meat is fat but not greasy, tender but not loose. The second is that Xiajia has the advantage of being in charge of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and the shipping will monopolize all the sources of salted duck along Hebei.In the capital city, I don't know how many ducks have lost their souls in Xiafu every year.

It's really God's will, the only young son of the Xia family who started with salted duck turned out to be a good baby who couldn't bear to kill. The ancestral property is really going to be cut off, so it's no wonder that Mr. Xia is anxious.

But when I think about it carefully, Xia Ziyou's compassion for the velvet duck is also kind, and he is not wrong, but there is always a balance between the two.

"I can't go home anymore." Fatty Mo hung his head depressed.

"Quack." The fluffy duckling raised its head, stretched its neck and rubbed against Fatty Mo's chin.

"Things will always turn around, don't worry." Zhu Jiuci said while thinking carefully in his heart.

Fatty Mo lit up his eyes full of anticipation, his chubby face was white and pink, soft and cute, "Young master, do you know how to sell this duck?"

Zhu Jiuci smiled and nodded, "It's not just this little duck, you don't have to worry about it in the future, but you still have to plan carefully."

Before Fatty Mo could be pleasantly surprised, Zhu Jiuci dragged him into a small courtyard facing the street.

I have to deal with the duckling at hand first, and I can't just watch Xia Ziyou fail to go home. If he takes Fatty Mo back, how can he take care of it? After all, there is still one at home waiting for him to take care of him. .

Zhu Jiuci knocked on the door and entered a vegetarian family. It was two streets away from the Duke's Mansion. On weekdays, Zhu Jiuci would meet them once or twice.

There lived a couple and two children. They believed in Buddhism and were approachable. Their life was very peaceful. Adding a little duck should also bring some joy.

After saying goodbye to Xia Ziyou, Zhu Jiuci slowly returned to the Duke's Mansion. Seeing that it was still early, he should have time to measure the size and then go to the silk and satin workshop.

Zhu Jiuci walked into Xiyuan, the warm wind in late spring slowly blew across the courtyard, and ripples appeared in the blue and white water tank, shattering the blue sky and the light green tree shadows.

The carved wooden window was half open, reflecting a dark blue silhouette inside the house.

The black hair is like a waterfall, covering some of the cheeks, and you can vaguely see a smooth forehead, the curly eyelashes, a tall nose, and a little red lips.

The beauty's figure moved, looking out the window, Zhu Jiuci was caught.

"Young master."

Zhu Jiuci secretly sighed how he found out, walked to the window and greeted Liang Zhaoge through the carved wooden window.

"Young master won't come in?" Liang Zhaoge couldn't get up, so he was still sitting in his original position, not far or near the window, and the light and shadow reflected on his face.

"Go in here." Zhu Jiuci still reluctantly looked at the window.

The carved wooden windows have complex specifications and elegant patterns, and a mahogany wood surrounds the beauty, forming a beautiful scroll by itself, a rare beauty in the world.

Zhu Jiuci ran into the house and explained his intention to Liang Zhaoge.

"Young master wants to measure clothes?" Liang Zhaoge leaned against the tea table holding the guqin, and raised his phoenix eyes slightly.

Zhu Jiuci nodded, "It will be fine soon!"

"Can the young master measure it?" Liang Zhaoge put the Guqin on the table lightly, and turned to ask him.

"It seems that it is unlikely."

Liang Zhaoge laughed and hooked his hands at him, "I'll teach you."

Zhu Jiuci walked over with an attitude of serious study, approached, and was suddenly grabbed by the waist by the man.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci screamed and wanted to jump to the side, but the man was just right, restraining his waist and not letting him move.

The palms on his waist were moist and his fingers were long and slender, with a bit of coolness. Although he was separated by a layer of clothes, he could almost feel the touch of his fingertips pressing against his waist.

Redness crept up her cheeks, but the strength on her waist was suddenly withdrawn.

Liang Zhaoge asked him with a serious teaching attitude, "Have you learned it?"

Zhu Jiuci blushed and nodded.

"Then ask the young master to measure it." Liang Zhaoge stretched his arms, revealing his thin waist.

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

The air was silent for three minutes, Zhu Jiuci finally rubbed his paws and attached himself.

The beauty's waist looks slender and fragile, but it actually feels thin and powerful, without any soft flesh, and feels very good to the touch.

Zhu Jiuci's paws rumbled up and down, unconsciously lost in thought. No wonder Liang Zhaoge's waist is so beautiful. It should be due to many years of dancing practice. A lot of people go to bed and make up a feeling of sickness out of thin air.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly felt a little regretful that he didn't listen to the Duke's advice to practice swordsmanship. If he could persist in dancing swords for more than ten or twenty years, his waist and limbs would be so thin and powerful.

"Has the young master measured it?" The person next to his ear suddenly asked.

Zhu Jiuci withdrew his hand awkwardly, "It's done!"

"I'm leaving!" Measuring is small, forgetting that size is big.Zhu Jiuci hurried to the silk workshop.

"How thin?!" The master of silk and satin snorted, and two mustaches flew into the sky.

Zhu Jiuci still stretched out his hand to imitate the movement of pinching his waist, recreating the thin waist of the man.

The owner of the shop rolled his eyes to the sky, he rarely came out of the mountain on weekdays, if he hadn't heard from the assistant that the young man was coming to the workshop today, he would never have come out, but this young man is really messing around!

"Look, little lord." The owner of the silk and satin workshop casually took a plate of candied fruit and put it on Zhu Jiuci's hands, and the plate landed firmly.

"Your waist is thinner than this candied fruit plate!"

Zhu Jiuci held the plate obediently, "It's really so thin! I just ran over after measuring it!"

The owner of the silk and satin workshop sighed and took away the plate of candied fruit, and pulled Zhu Jiuci to sit down at the tea table next to him, "My lord, it's not that I don't accept your business, it's just that ordinary people don't have such a thin waist. , isn’t this smashing my own brand name. Young master, do you understand me?”

"Just be more accommodating, I've made two trips today." Zhu Jiuci smiled.

Fangzhu grabbed his mustache and took a deep breath, "Then I have to watch tea."

People in the capital have a tradition of poor mouths. From young children to octogenarians, from beggars in the corner of the city to nobles in the palace, the problem of broken mouths can be said to be consistent.

Xu is one side's soil and water to support one side's people. I don't know if the bean juice played the main role, or the stewed stew is so popular. Beijing films have never bowed their heads in front of evil forces.

But looking at the root cause, it may not be possible to give all the credit to Douzhier. After all, the capital is the cultural, political and economic integration center of the North Guo State. Crouching tigers hide dragons inside and outside the gates. Anyone who knows a little bit of the door should say it. Two sentences, you don't know me and I don't know you, no one can guarantee that the person who just squatted at the door talking about the mountains together just now is the sacred one.

The owner of the silk and satin shop can gain a foothold in the capital as the number one silk and satin in Beijing, so he is by no means an idle person, let alone his poor skills.

As dusk approached, Zhu Jiuci stepped out of the silk and satin workshop in a daze holding the soft rope, feeling that his left ear was almost deaf.

The result of donating half of an ear was a roll of measuring rope for free, but he still failed to convince the silk and satin workshop owner that Liang Zhaoge's waist really existed.

Zhu Jiuci floated to the front of the memorial archway, and looked back at the silk and satin archway weakly, the words of the owner of the shop, which seemed to be crackling like a rainstorm, were still echoing in his ears.

He deeply felt that it was a great pity for the capital that Fangzhu didn't become a storyteller. If he set foot in the storytelling world, he would definitely cause a lot of trouble, and he thought it would be a milestone for the storytelling circle in the capital city and even the storytelling art of the whole country.

Zhu Jiuci embraced the evening warm wind and floated all the way back to Xiyuan. After entering the house, he threw the soft rope on Liang Zhaoge, and threw himself on the couch, burying his face in the silk.

A hand was placed on the back, patting gently and gently.

"Ear hurts..."

The tips of the two ears were pinched by cold hands, "Do you want to call the doctor?"

Zhu Jiuci was still buried under the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "No...it's just that the owner is too noisy."

Liang Zhaoge laughed behind him, "That's really embarrassing for the young master."

Zhu Jiuci turned over and supported his body with his arms, thinking that many of Liang Zhaoge's luxurious clothes before must have come from the silk workshop, and Liang Zhaoge should have been poisoned by the owner's words.

"Zhaoge also knows?"

"I just heard about it. Although I have a few clothes from the silk and satin workshop, I didn't go there by myself."

Zhu Jiuci sighed, and buried himself in the silk quilt again, his voice was like a silk, "Then I'd better advise Zhaoge earlier, go as little as you can."

"Ah."

The cold hands on the ears climbed up again, rubbing them gently and gently.

Zhu Jiuci was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, when he suddenly felt a pressure on his back, the ink hair in his vision fell down like a waterfall on the side of his face, and next to his ear, Zhaoge said:

"My lord, Zhaoge wants to take a bath."