The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

After all, Chi You still didn't like this world very much, and his murderous intent was too heavy. After sending Nan Shi home, he gave him a meaningful look and went back to the mausoleum.

Nan Shi bowed to see him off, turned his head and just entered the house, the door was closed, and he had just walked two steps away, and he didn't know where he was hurt, anyway, his chest hurt badly, just now Chi You was still there He didn't want Chi You to worry, and he didn't want Chi You to be disappointed, so he endured it.

He struggled to walk to his yard, and when the two doors were closed, only Qinglan was there to serve him, he frowned, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Lan panicked when she saw it, and stepped forward to help Nan Shi's arm: "Master? Are you hurt?"

"No problem." Nan Shi waved his hand, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he felt comfortable. He signaled Qing Lan to let him go, and took off his blood-stained coat as he walked into the room, casually Just threw it on the ground. "I'm fine, I'm hungry, ask someone to prepare something to eat."

Qinglan leaned over and picked up the clothes and hugged them in her arms, then bent her knees and replied, "Yes, young master."

Seeing that Nan Shi's face really didn't look injured, and her steps were considered steady, she retreated.

Perhaps the young master... is just like this in nature, people have many facets, I heard that the young master lived in a prosperous and peaceful dynasty that is rare in ancient and modern times.

And then Qinglan maintained this idea until 15 minutes later, when she came in with food, she saw the young master of her family, wearing a vest (old man's shirt) that only coolies wear these days, took off his socks, and held a book in one hand. While reading a book, the other hand is carelessly...picking his feet.

Before Nan Shi could hear the noise, he could already smell the fragrance, because it was urgent, and there was a hot pot in the kitchen, and when the broth prepared early in the pot boiled, the fragrance made Nan Shi's cheeks salivate.He raised his eyebrows, threw the book away, and smiled like a cat with a dried fish in its mouth: "Qinglan, are you here? If you don't come, I'll starve to death."

He also cleaned up the table smoothly so that Qinglan could put the pot down.

Fortunately, he still remembered that he had just scratched his foot with one hand, and wanted to get a wet tissue to wipe it off. It took him a long time to realize that there was no such thing these days.

For someone like Qinglan who can be a personal maid who can be a personal maid, in addition to her ability, it is necessary to observe her words and demeanor. She put down the pot with a wooden face, twisted a handkerchief to the side and handed it to Nan Shi, who wiped it casually. Wipe—he didn't dislike it anyway, so he took the chopsticks and started doing it.

The cook, the cook soul, and the cook are all masters!

In the past few days, the kitchen has also figured out Nanshi's taste. They didn't give a whole pot of spicy soup. When they picked up the chopsticks, it was full of meat, including tube bones, fan bones, and beef that had been boiled on the way to Laide and was almost cooked. There are only two poor vegetable leaves as decoration.

Nan Shi stuffed a few mouthfuls into her mouth, screaming from the heat, looking left and right for a drink, Qinglan thought he wanted to drink, so she stepped forward and poured some warm Huadiao for him, Nan Shi Glancing at it, he sighed regretfully, and said without raising his head, "Let's have a glass of ice water first... Go and ask the chef if there is sour plum soup? Add ice! Thank you!"

I really miss Coca-Cola Sprite, but I can also order beer if I can’t.

Qing Lan was already dead, so Nan Shi did what he said, and thought about it a hundred times, but he didn't think about it——Do you really want to tell the Mountain Lord?

Criticizing Your Majesty, even if you tell the Mountain Master, you will be punished severely. She doesn't care about it... But maybe the Mountain Master knows about the young master?

Qing Lan could only comfort herself in this way.

When Qing Lan came back with sour plum soup, Nan Shi had already eaten two big bowls, and she didn't feel so impatient anymore. Instead, she picked up the book she had just dropped and read it again. Qing Lan stepped forward to replace Nan Shi Glanced while she was pouring plum soup—what the hell did she see?

[I saw the young prime minister ask Sheng Shang to push him down on the bed, and he had already been stripped into embarrassment three or five times. This matter of cutting off the sleeves and dividing the peaches, I will naturally obey, but there is one thing I want to ask His Majesty for advice——Does Your Majesty want a favor, or a prime minister?"]

Take another look, well, what's down there [a little bit of red between the two balls of jade snow], anyway, Qinglan has no eyes to look any further.

Looking at the cover of the book again, the two large characters "Confucius" stood out on it, so upright that it almost hurt Qinglan's eyes.

Qing Lan: "..."

Nan Shi smiled bewilderedly, staring at it intently, and dropped his head to take a bite of the meat.

This...does the mountain master also know?

Qinglan began to doubt her life.

***

The next day, Nan Shi didn't wake up until dusk. He was lazy on the bed for a while, and stared at the window for a long time before he realized that it was almost night again!

Before going to bed last night, I secretly thought that even if it is to eat hot pot and drink Sprite Coke sooner or later, he must work hard!

How about... people go overseas to find the predecessor of Coke?Maybe you can take advantage of the time to buy the formula early and become a generation of business tycoons?Can you be famous on Forbes by eating dry stocks?

Nan Shi was cursing in his heart, but his body jumped off the bed. Before Qinglan came in to change his clothes and wash him, he did it by himself. Turning around, he became an old Taoist priest. Banxian's banners and bells went to the street.

As he walked, he was thinking, Zhou Ren has money now, so he shouldn't dare to spend too much, tsk, how can he marry a wife if he doesn't dare to spend too much?How to live a good life?How to become famous, how to catch that barefoot?

No, he has to find a job for Zhou Ren. Once he has a job, he will have serious money to spend, and he needs to have a little power. Then with him in the back, it will be smooth sailing and the sky will rise.

Wasn't it just for this moment that he worked so hard to attack the police station and that Minister Yao?

No matter how you say that Minister Yao is a relatively sensitive position, although Zhou Ren saved him, it may be difficult to gain his trust, but the police house is good, as a police officer, he has a serious and innocent background!Both black and white dishes can be enjoyed, and it is easy to move around with a little money and power.

Alright, today I went to the patrol room to check my sense of existence - Lu Xifeng felt that he hadn't mastered it yet, so Nan Shi chose to find He Licai who already believed him so much.

And it was He Licai who came to him to help Minister Ge before, so this kid has some connections.

As soon as the immortal Taoist priest appeared near the patrol room, He Licai knew the news. Seeing that he was about to leave work, he reported to Lu Xifeng, and rushed out to find Bei Banxian.

He knew that Secretary Yao's son was sent to the hospital last night, and today there was news that Secretary Yao's son had recovered! ——The boyfriend of his third cousin's aunt's granddaughter is a doctor in that hospital. He just passed by on patrol at noon today, so he exchanged gossip with this doctor who rounded up relatives.

Furthermore, as a go-between, he received a thank-you gift from Minister Ge this afternoon. He thought about the friendship between Minister Ge and Secretary Yao, and then contacted this news, and he immediately understood!

This North Daoist is really a master!

Even if I can't use it now, I still have to build a good relationship with others, be more courteous, and if someone thinks he is pleasing to the eye, can I give him some advice?

He Licai felt that he was not greedy, he didn't want to be a secretary of a minister, if he told him to earn more money, his parents should be in better health, and he would be able to find a gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law, he would be satisfied!

"Master Dao, why did you come out of the stall so late!" He Licai greeted him with a smile all over his face. Seeing Nan Shi was buying crabapple cakes, he shouted at the vendor, "Pick two bigger ones for Master Dao! I'll treat you!"

The peddler said again and again, this policeman can't afford to offend, he turned his head and took two crabapple cakes with the most bean paste filling and lard and gave them to the old Taoist in front of him: "Take it!"

Nan Shi didn't stop him, took the crabapple cake and ate it while walking: "Xiaohe, you don't come to the door for anything, what's your business?"

"Ham, look at what you said! What's the matter with me!" He Licai took the flag in Nanshi's hand and carried it for him, saying: "I just saw you here, and I came here specially to meet you Say hello!"

Nan Shi nodded: "But if you don't come to look for me, I will come to look for you too."

He Licai paused: "What? I am... What's wrong?"

Nan Shi stroked his snow-white beard: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"You are destined to be with me." Nan Shi deliberately paused and said, "You have a chance. If you are willing, you can go to Nanshi Street for a stroll after you get off duty today."

"... Huh?" He Licai was puzzled: "Master Daoist, how can I know that it is my chance?"

"You'll know when you see it." Nan Shi said meaningfully, then ignored He Licai and drifted away.

He Licai just felt that his head was in a daze. When he came back to his senses, the head of the North Road had disappeared, and his heart became more and more awed. He glanced at the sky, and he had already applied for leaving get off work early, so he didn't need to go back to the patrol room right now. Yes, I went directly to Nanshi Street.

And Nan Shi has already squatted behind Zhou Ren in a wretched way.

Zhou Ren is going to learn carpentry in the afternoon. It is not easy to be an apprentice these days. There is a saying in the industry, first serve the master for three years, and the master will see you for another three years. If he thinks you are good, he will teach you three more years. Years, nine years later it will be considered as a formal teacher.

Among them, the master will take care of the food for you, but you don’t have any money, and you have to give the master a gift during the holidays-of course, there are also kind-hearted masters who will give you some wages, but this is extremely important. Minority.

Zhou Ren was able to go to other places to work in the morning and evening. It was because of his master that his life was difficult. Carpentry earned only coolie money. They no longer pay any wages.

In fact, being able to ask Zhou Ren to learn here is already the result of his kindness.

Nan Shi was so damaged that even the pandas were starved to death by him. He took a fancy to the most expensive thing in the shop - a half-made red sandalwood carved babu bed. Ren pushed it up, and asked him to destroy the carvings on it.

Wanting Zhou Ren to be a police officer, Zhou Ren may not necessarily want to go, Nan Shi thought about it, and decided to force him to Liangshan, so that he had no choice but to die.

While Zhou Ren was busy, he felt that something had tripped him, and he fell head-on. The carving knife in his hand hit the Babu bed heavily, cutting off more than half of that delicate peony!