Little husband's market life

Sending off Wang Jiangwei, Qiao Zhishu only spent the second night in the state capital.

On the antique carved canopy bed, a quilt embroidered with koi fish was wrapped in a boy.The person on the bed had his eyes closed, and as his eyelids rolled around, Qiao Zhishu first stretched his waist, poked his hands out from under the quilt, and after touching the cold air, he retracted them with a 'swish', and opened his eyes at the same time. Eyes opened.

He was alone on the bed, but last night he slept with Sheng Yao again.

A tent was hung beside the bed to keep warm in winter and avoid insects in summer, so it is still warm in the shrunk bed, with warm hands and feet.

Qiao Zhishu still wanted to warm up for a while, so he hugged the quilt and curled up sideways. When he heard footsteps coming from outside the house, he opened his eyes and listened carefully. The footsteps didn't sound like Sheng Yao's.

Then, he heard Mao Jian's voice, "What is this gift? Who told you to send it?"

The one who answered Mao Jian was a strange little girl's voice, the little girl's voice was like a mosquito, and Qiao Zhishu couldn't hear a single word clearly.

Mao Jian was furious: "The one inside is your uncle's unmarried husband! What is it? Send these pickled things... Throw it out for me!"

Qiao Zhishu suddenly sat up from the bed, hugged the quilt with one hand, lifted the heavy bed curtain with the other, and called softly, "Uncle Mao?"

Across one room and one door, Mao Jian didn't hear it, or he ignored other voices out of anger, and he still got angry at the little girl.

"I'm going to find Master Biao!"

Qiao Zhishu had no choice but to get out of the bed barefoot. Fortunately, a soft and colorful silk blanket was spread on the floor beside the bed, which was brought by Sheng Yao the day before yesterday.

He stepped on the silk carpet, curled his ten toes tightly together, and raised his voice: "Uncle Mao! Come in."

Mao Jian finally heard it, and after chasing away the little girl who delivered the things, he came into the house with a look of displeasure.

Qiao Zhishu frowned slightly, and quickly climbed back to the bed and shrunk under the quilt before asking, "What's the matter? What did you send?"

Mao Jian lowered his head and slipped his throat, still unable to swallow the breath, "Isn't it the end of the year, the cashier started to pay dividends, the little girl just brought a few ingots of silver, and she actually put it on a plate!"

Qiao Zhishu was puzzled: "Put silver on a plate? So... how?"

Mao Jian suddenly raised his head, seeing that the young master was stunned, unable to get up, and said with helpless disdain: "Oh, my young master, that's the opening money!"

The "opening money" is a reward for high-end fans. It is very common to have this fee in various caravans and caravans. In the new state capital, there are always some men who will go to the brothel...

Generally, dewy marriages will give you overnight money. If you are right and plan to have a long-term relationship, then give the "opening money" and ask for a beautiful woman to return.

After Qiao Zhishu understood, she was shocked.

Mao Jian was furious, "I'm going to find Master Biao!"

"Wait!" Qiao Zhishu lowered her eyes, "Let me think..."

It should be that he went to Yushi Mansion with his brother on the first day he came, and Sheng Yao didn't have time to introduce Qiao Zhishu's identity to everyone.

It was too late to find an inn, so the two slept in the same room.The next day, she washed up and asked the little girls who served tea and water to wait on her. They didn't know Qiao Zhishu's real identity, but they slept in the same bed, and the handsome man was also a brother. This is probably why they misunderstood.

The key point is that they misunderstood the two before they found out, and they went out to accompany Wang Jiangwei to visit the state capital. Qiao Zhishu's behavior of "accompanied by shopping" sounded like "sit down" to the little girl's ears. identity.

This happened in the morning when the accountant gave Qiao Zhishu the 'opening money'.

"Is breakfast ready?"

Mao Jian was taken aback for a moment, why did it involve breakfast? "Okay...well, it's time."

"But I want to eat the wontons from Zuixianlou yesterday, so I'll ask the cashier to buy them, and I'll bring you the opening money when the time comes." Qiao Zhishu said lightly.

Mao Jian was puzzled, "No? My little master, the money is..."

"I know." Qiao Zhishu pursed her lips, with a sly look in her eyes, "Uncle Mao, you just go, I have deep meaning."

……

The little girl who gave the money looked aggrieved, she was actually quite innocent, she ran away, got angry at her from the other side, and said that she was not good at things when she came back, but she was familiar with the accountant, so naturally it was impossible to say anything wrong with the accountant.

"People say that I am the husband who has never been married to my boss. I want three matchmakers to hire six people, eight people to carry a sedan chair, and ten miles of red makeup. Who will I send this little money?"

A bead puller in the accountant laughed when he heard that, "Hey! According to what he said, there must be eighteen or nine old Mr. Zhan who haven't passed the door, haha..."

Old Mr. Zhan has a good knowledge of astronomy and geography, and was hired by Sheng Yao to measure the weather for the caravan. That old man is like a lecherous character. There are countless mistresses of him on the way of the Wanli tea ceremony, and all the money he earns is spent on these fans.

A few people were joking, and a helper from the back kitchen came over, "The owner said they want to eat the wontons from Zuixianlou, brothers, hurry up and run."

A few people just thought it was ridiculous, but now they are a little angry, "Why is it really on the map?"

Mr. Accountant: "Stop talking, hurry up and take the money to buy, these trivial things, don't bother the boss."

The accountant had spoken, and the person in charge had no choice but to rush to Zuixianlou.

The person in charge also said: "Let's go away. I'll deliver it myself in a while. The Chinese New Year will be in a few days. I won't let this kind of person spoil the joy of you all."

After speaking, I laughed lightly, which is really interesting.

"You still have to be in charge, and make him recognize his identity!"

"that is……"

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Sheng Yao has been busy these few days to clear the general ledger with the tea horse company and get the tax receipts to keep.There is a precedent for smuggling cases. The tea horse department was crowded with merchants early in the morning, all of whom came to settle their accounts. They were afraid that they would be punished severely if they did not have tax receipts in the next year.

He has his own people in the tea and horse department, and he left early, when he came back from work, the managers and helpers in the tea shop had finished their breakfast.

Manager Cheng Da, wearing a Confucian scarf on his head, saw him and hurriedly beckoned people to go to the back kitchen to relight the fire.

Sheng Yao waved his hand, "I'll take Zhishu out to eat."

Manager Cheng said, "I heard from the kitchen that he ordered the wontons from Zuixianlou, and he probably wants to eat them by now."

"Okay." There was a slight smile on the corner of Sheng Yao's mouth, did the little thing know that he didn't treat him badly?It's good, I didn't wait for someone hungry. "I'll take a look."

Guanshi Cheng looked at the smile on Dong's face, stepped forward and asked secretly: "Boss, what's the origin of that?"

Sheng Yao was very polite to his elders, although Cheng Guanshi was hired by him, so he also took a joking tone and whispered in a calm voice: "You ask him, I still want to know."

Cheng Guanshi was amused, "Yo? Is the one who co-authored our boss?"

Sheng Yao silently acquiesced, "Okay, I'll go and see him. By the way, Uncle Cheng, tell the people below, treat him as you would me."

Sheng Yao didn't think about brothel fans at all. He and Qiao Zhishu were used to being close since childhood. At that time, they were young and had nothing to do with each other. Even if they still share the same bed now, Qiao Zhishu Shu Weihan, every winter, the two of them would sleep like this.

Qiao Zhishu was sitting on the round table, the door was wide open, and a man who claimed to be the accountant was blocking the door with his back to the light, with a smile on his face.

On the round table was a bowl of wontons that had run out of heat, and there was a tray next to it, on which was still a plate filled with silver. The amount of silver seemed to be more than it was in the morning.

The accountant's tone was gentle, "All walks of life have their own rules, and this is a lot of money. If it spreads out, it will increase your value, won't it?"

He has seen many scenes, Qiao Zhishu doesn't speak, Mao Jian refuses to let him go, it's nothing, the master loves Fan Er, let alone the master's people?He thought that his words were impeccable, and he would definitely be able to tidy up Qiao Zhishu.

In the quiet morning, Qiao Zhishu was only moved by the sound of familiar footsteps.

"You don't send money to the state, why do you put it on a plate?"

As soon as Sheng Yao entered the yard, he heard Qiao Zhishu's innocent question. After hearing those words clearly, Sheng Yao's expression sank immediately. He quickly stepped into the room and saw a gold plate placed on the tray on the table... …

Qiao Zhishu stood up quickly, "Brother, your accountant gave me money."

Sheng Yao thought that Qiao Zhishu didn't understand the meaning, so he stretched out his hand to lift the tray, but pulled out the gold plate to cover the silver instead.

"Take it down."

Qiao Zhishu stopped him, looked at the cashier and asked, "You just said that you were raising my value, is there any reason for that?"

The accountant looked at the boss, then at Qiao Zhishu, "This? Every trade has its own rules, you are a little..."

"Shut up!" Sheng Yao angrily scolded the accountant, not allowing him to say those words to insult Qiao Zhishu, "You don't even ask me before your accountant does anything now?"

"This?" The accountant was surprised, but he still didn't know where the problem was!Pointing at Qiao Zhishu, he said, "Don't they all sleep in the master's house?"

What else is there to ask?

Sheng Yao was so angry that his lungs hurt, and he pointed at the accountant's head, "What the hell is going on in your mother's mind? This is my husband, your employer!"

The accountant raised his eyes, the wrinkles between his brows were layered, he knelt down hastily, and kowtowed to Qiao Zhishu, "I'm really sorry, Master, I, I also heard this from the girls, I really didn't think about it... I'm sorry, I'll kowtow to you to apologize!"

Mao Jian looked down at his toes, and wanted to add insult to injury, 'I told you earlier that this is your uncle's husband'.

Qiao Zhishu wanted to pretend to be the end, so he could only stare wide-eyed and let Mao Jian help him up.

Seeing that Qiao Zhishu still wanted to ask, Sheng Yao quickly said, "Take it down."

"Yes, Master, I'm really sorry." The accountant went to take the tray and hurriedly retreated. After returning, he lost his temper at the maids, feeling restless and restless, waiting for the master's punishment.

In fact, Sheng Yao was also annoyed. After all, he still blamed himself for not being polite enough to make people misunderstand that Zhishu was not a good character, which led to the misunderstanding of guessing that Zhishu was from a brothel.

So now he stared straight at Qiao Zhishu who was sitting down, and the latter still kept his head down, refusing to ask him to look at his expression.

Sheng Yao recalled that time in Wang Jiangwei's study, both of which came from him, and Qiao Zhishu didn't respond to either of them?

"My servant misunderstood, why don't you have a long mouth?"

Qiao Zhishu was secretly having fun, but Sheng Yao raised his head angrily at this question, and said aggrievedly, "It's not long!"

"Then what should I say? Did you say he was a bamboo horse who grew up with my brother?" After talking angrily, Qiao Zhishu realized that he had been tricked when he saw the smile on the corner of Sheng Yao's mouth!

Sheng Yao snorted softly, "Isn't this quite understandable? Huh?"

While talking, Sheng Yao walked up to Qiao Zhishu and sat down in two steps, and said frivolously, "Come on, tell me about it, I know that people misunderstood me, why are you willing to suffer such a bad name?"

Qiao Zhishu couldn't help but smile flatteringly, "How could it be? They brought it over in the morning, and Uncle Mao kicked him out."

"Oh." Sheng Yao nodded again and again, then raised his eyebrows as if he had suddenly realized, "Are you cooperating in a play and waiting for me to come back?"

Qiao Zhishu stepped on Sheng Yao's foot, "Brother shut up!"

Sheng Yao also understood the meaning of this scene based on Qiao Zhishu's phrase "a bamboo horse that grew up together". Or do you need a man who will hold hands with you for a lifetime?

Sheng Yao can only be sure that he has been in business for many years and met many people, but he doesn't like any of them, and he doesn't want to touch any of them. He just feels that he is not as good as the bamboo horse who grew up with him at home.

"Okay, the words 'a bamboo horse that grew up with me' made my boss unhappy, and he was about to make a scene and lose his temper." Sheng Yao stood up, and extended a hand to Qiao Zhishu, "Go to the restaurant I'll pay you back, won't I?"

Qiao Zhishu opened his mouth and laughed, his upper body leaned back.

Sheng Yao was condescending, and he had a panoramic view of his happy appearance, and he also chuckled lightly.It's okay, at least I know that Little Things doesn't like the introduction of "the bamboo horse that grew up with me", but likes "Sheng Yao's husband".

As for the others, take your time, the little guy is only sixteen, with his long experience, one day, Qiao Zhishu will be able to understand what he wants in his heart...

**

Sheng Yao ordered the accountant to send away those maids who spread rumors without knowing it clearly, and gave money to each of them during the New Year.

The accountant was self-righteous and not careful enough, so Sheng Yao didn't stay. In case someone came later and just asked the master to pay the bill blindly, Sheng Yao wasn't doing charity.In the end, Mr. Accountant was appointed to be in charge. Small changes in personnel had little impact on the tea shop as a whole.

On this day, Guanshi Cheng had something to discuss with his boss, Sheng Yao, but he couldn't find anyone, so he asked loudly in the middle of the tea house, "Who saw the boss?"

A snowplow in the corner replied loudly: "I'm going to Xiangchunyuan!"

Xiangchunyuan is the largest brothel in Bingzhou Prefecture.

Cheng Guanshi was startled, and trotted over to the man, "Hush your voice! Be careful that the second boss hears..."

Up and down in the tea house, even Sheng Yao's caravan outside knew that there was a husband named Qiao Zhishu in the owner's house.

"Can't hear you." The snow sweeper didn't care. "We went together. The second owner's hair was all tied up and he was dressed like a man. He asked the eldest owner to take him along."

"..." Cheng Guanshi was stunned, "I'm getting old after all, alas."

Can't understand, can't understand.

Sheng Yao and Qiao Zhishu sat side by side in the private room on the second floor. Sitting opposite them was Liu Zhiping, a famous brothel artist in Jiangnan.

Wisps of green smoke floated among the three of them. The woman's slender hands, fingertips a little pink, gently pinched the tea whisk and danced in one direction in the tea bowl. In the bowl, a plum blossom is finally presented.

Qiao Zhishu looked at the tea bowl presented by the woman, and praised: "Miss Liu is so good at tea, she doesn't need any tools for her first-hand Shui Danqing."

Sheng Yao looked at the picture of plum blossoms that slowly dissipated, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked sideways at Qiao Zhishu, a handsome young man with a heroic face.

Liu Zhiping put on the robe handed over by the maid, stretched out her hand to check the stove, flicked the air with her white fingers, elegant and charming, "I made you laugh."

"Where did Miss Liu learn this skill? To be honest, I am very interested in Shui Danqing, and I hope that Miss Liu can recommend one or two."

Liu Zhiping raised his hand and stroked the jade hairpin on his head, "My family has such a memory, I can't remember it for a while..."

"Uncle Mao." Qiao Zhishu's face was calm, it didn't look like he was here for fun, but rather to discuss business.

Mao Jian took out ten ingots of silver and put them on the tea table.

Liu Zhiping turned his head and gave the maid a look, and waited for the maid to accept the money before slowly saying: "Young master likes tea, after the next year, you can go to Sifang Penglai Tea House to watch the tea fighting show. In previous years, those who participated in the competition were all well-known tea ceremonies. Everyone."

"The slave's house is the big shopkeeper who knows friends from all over the world. It's just that the nobleman is so busy, I'm afraid I have to invite him several times before I can meet him."

Qiao Zhishu turned to look at Sheng Yao with wide eyes, so angry that his ten taels of silver was in vain.

"Heh..." Sheng Yao chuckled, straightened up, and took out a bank note from his pocket. He didn't put it on the table, but held it between his fingers, "It's fine? Don't bully him for not knowing how to do it."

Liu Zhiping covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, "Master Sheng has already spoken, so he can do it."

After the negotiation was settled, Sheng Yao asked the girls in the brothel to retreat, and continued to watch Qiao Zhishu while drinking cold tea.

Qiao Zhishu stopped kneeling and sat cross-legged, staring at the door without looking at the people beside him, "Uncle Mao, give me a hand, let's go out and watch the dance."

Sheng Yao gave Mao Jian a look, "I want to watch the dance, I know someone..."

"Don't bother Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yao put his smile away on the surface, but secretly laughed in his heart, "Okay? Whose master do you see taking her husband to visit the kiln? Liu is the eldest brother's confidante, so she naturally recognizes me."

"Then you're talking now?" Qiao Zhishu sat down and kicked Sheng Yao.

"Brother, let's see how you socialize with people in Jiangzhou." Sheng Yao got up, he was surprised, Qiao Zhishu was confident in his conversation in front of outsiders, and he advanced and retreated with restraint.

Qiao Zhishu was a little embarrassed, as if he was shy about wielding a sword in front of the master, after all, he learned it from Sheng Yao.

Sheng Yao got up and pulled him, "Go, go back home."

Qiao Zhishu shook off his hand after getting up, ran quickly to the door, and went downstairs to watch the dance!

"Hiss?" Sheng Yao looked at his hand that was thrown away, and made an unbelievable sound.

As soon as the brothel entered the door, there was a large platform in the middle. The girl on it was dressed in cool clothes, her waist was dancing, her posture was light, graceful and attractive.Qiao Zhishu was attracted as soon as he entered the door. Now that the conversation was over, he wanted to go downstairs to appreciate it.

They also have a brothel in Nan County, Jiangzhou, and he and Brother Sheng have sneaked into it, but the brothel there is small and dilapidated, so there are no talented women, nor are they proficient in dancing.

Sheng Yao led Mao Jian and followed slowly, and saw Qiao Zhishu standing in the crowd, with her thin neck stretched out, her full lips parted unconsciously, looking stupidly at the dance floor, her eyes sparkling, feeling that everything was novel and tense .

"You're still young after all." Sheng Yao said softly, he knew that Zhishu hadn't opened his eyes yet.

That's what he said, but he didn't hesitate at all in his actions. Sheng Yao went over and grabbed the person and walked out, "In front of me, is it plausible?"

"I, I'll just take a look!" Qiao Zhishu tore Sheng Yao and grabbed his hand, wanting to watch the beautiful sister twist her waist and dance.

Sheng Yao asked back, "Then I'll take a look too?"

"Uncle Mao, go home." Qiao Zhishu turned around and grabbed Sheng Yao's hand, dragging him away...

Sheng Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Once Qiao Zhishu came, his days became busier and his mood improved day by day.