Great Imperial Merchant

In October, the autumn wind is blowing, and the maple leaves turn red and yellow, and finally fall.

After buying winter clothes last time, Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan hired an uncle who did odd jobs to help wash vegetables and dishes in the shop.This uncle had worked with Cheng Weizhe in the teahouse before, he was diligent and seldom talked, but the important thing was that he worked extremely neatly, even a picky person like Yang Zhongyuan felt that he did a very good job.

With the help of him and Xu Xiaotian, the burden on Yang Zhongyuan's body suddenly became much lighter. Cheng Weizhe has been busy with things in the tea shop recently, and he didn't feel tired when he didn't come to help him.

After the cold dew, the weather turned cold in Danluo, and Yang Zhongyuan's family all changed into newly bought jackets and robes, and they seemed to be more energetic.

Cheng Weizhe's teahouse business is getting worse and worse. In the past, many tea drinkers liked to come over in the afternoon to cool off, drink a cup of the cheapest red green, and order a plate of melon seeds. Listening to the vivid stories of the storyteller, they can spend the whole afternoon .

But recently, for some unknown reason, the old tea drinkers have stopped coming.

Cheng Weizhe ran around for a few days on this matter, and finally found out that Cheng's rice shop was selling tea at a low price.

It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that the Cheng family's rice shop in Danluo has never run any other business. This time, they will sell tea at a low price, probably because they bought too much stock before, and after winter, they became old. Tea, it might as well be sold at a low price now.

This matter seems to be so on the surface, but in fact there are many things to consider. Cheng Weizhe went back to dinner at night and told Yang Zhongyuan about it: "I always feel that this thing is done by that scourge Cheng Weishu."

As he spoke truthfully, there was not much displeasure on his face, he just felt uncomfortable.

He has been busy with things these days, and he actually entrusted that man, Ya Chen, to help him sell the shop. Since he is going to leave, it is better to change hands of the shop earlier. He has been very diligent in running the shop over the years, and the income of the shop has always been low. Very good, so the asking price is naturally not low.

Before the Chengjia rice shop started to sell tea on a large scale, he had already found a buyer, and the whole shop was sold directly, and the buyer offered 200 taels of silver.

This is 50 taels more than when he bought it at the beginning, and it is also because he has become famous for his business.

Adding in the money he has earned over the years, if he calculates roughly, he would have a fortune of 800 taels.This money, even if I went to Quzhou to directly buy a two-story teahouse, it was enough.

But if he wanted to buy another house for his family, it seemed a bit stretched.Cheng Weizhe thought about going back to Cheng's house recently, and carefully counted the relics left by Lin Shaofeng back then.

After Cheng Weizhe finished speaking, he began to lose his mind. Yang Zhongyuan pinched the folds of the bun while rubbing his face with the back of his flour-stained hand: "That kid is making money at a loss, what are you afraid of? Anyway, I've already found my next home."

"I'm not bothering him to make me lose this month's money. If the Cheng family did this, I wouldn't be able to eat any good fruit." Cheng Weizhe wiped his face, seeing a layer of flour on his sleeve, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Yang Zhongyuan didn't stop in his hands, and after a while, a bun was wrapped, and he stuck it in the cauldron, and continued to make the next one.

Tonight, their family ate big buns with cabbage and pork. Yang Zhongyuan used newly harvested corn husks as the base, wrapped the buns into leaf shapes, and stacked them one by one on the corn husks.

Such buns are big, delicious, not greasy and refreshing, Cheng Weizhe can eat three at a time.

"We're leaving anyway, so why bother with their crap? Forget it, don't worry about it. The Cheng family's death is their business, and it has nothing to do with us." Yang Zhongyuan said with a smile.

Cheng Weizhe nodded: "That's right, if there is less business in the shop, there will be less business, and the normal expenses can still be maintained."

"That's it." Yang Zhongyuan put the last bun into the pot, lit the stove and covered the pot, and it started to steam.

The steamed buns steamed in the big pot are so fragrant that Cheng Weizhe's mouth is watering just thinking about the taste he ate last time.

Yang Zhongyuan washed his hands, and took him to the courtyard to drink tea and wait for the buns to be cooked.

The helper's uncle was washing dishes in the yard, and Xu Xiaotian was also earnestly learning calligraphy from Zhou Quanxu.

Zhou Quanxu's family was poor when he was a child, and he never went to school. He learned to read and write after he came to the Yang family, but he only knew a few of them. Now he can teach Xu Xiaotian. no more.

But one or two years is enough, Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan are both busy, and the family doesn't know where to move.It is not too late to go to school again when they settle down and take root elsewhere.

Yang Zhongyuan drank a cup of tea, and then suddenly remembered that there was something to say: "Oh, yes, today the waiter at the tea shop sent two invitations, saying they were for the two of us. I have been busy until now, and I forgot look."

Cheng Weizhe raised his eyebrows: "We are a small family, who will send invitations?"

Yang Zhongyuan shook his head, went to the room and took out two invitations to sprinkle gold, and handed them to Cheng Weizhe.

"You," Cheng Weizhe took it with a smile, "you can't just read it and tell me."

Yang Zhongyuan curled his lips: "I'm so busy today, I really forgot, don't you think it's the same."

"Okay, let me take a look," Cheng Weizhe opened the invitation casually, and a bright red word "囍" came into his eyes, "This is a wedding invitation."

As Cheng Weizhe said, his eyes moved down, and he suddenly saw the names of Cheng Weishu and Bai Yousu.

"This...is actually the two of them?" Cheng Weizhe suddenly opened his mouth, feeling a little unbelievable.

The last time Bai Yousu came to look for him, his words and attitude were completely as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Why did he agree to Cheng Weishu in a few days?Even the kiss is fixed.

People in Daliang get married, big or small.

Ordinary people's engagement is just a change of Geng Tie, the two families had dinner together and exchanged wedding ceremony, and it became a good thing.

But Cheng's family and Bai's family are Danluo's respectable families after all, and the children of the two families are engaged, so naturally they have to take care of it a little bit. Although it's not as grand as a wedding, they still have to entertain guests.

As the Cheng family, Cheng Weizhe should go there as a matter of course. He will receive a wedding invitation, which is a bit funny.

However, what he gave was funny, but what he gave to Yang Zhongyuan was suspicious.

The Cheng family did not do business with Yang Zhongyuan, and the second did not know him at all. This time, they not only sent the invitations of the two of them together, but also clearly wrote their names, so it is impossible to send them wrong.

Yang Zhongyuan leaned over to look, and was also a little surprised: "Cheng Weishu...is your younger brother, who is this Bai Yousu?"

Yang Zhongyuan left home when he was in his teens, and Cheng Weizhe always regarded Bai Yousu as an incomprehensible passer-by who would never mention Yang Zhongyuan, so he never knew Bai Yousu.

Cheng Weizhe threw the two wedding invitations on the table casually, frowned and said, "He is Bai Xiaozhu's nephew."

Yang Zhongyuan thought for a long time before he remembered that Bai Xiaozhu was Cheng Weizhe's second uncle with a tiger-like smile.

"Then the two of them can be regarded as kissing each other. It's just... why did you invite me? I don't know them!" Yang Zhongyuan said a little puzzled.

Cheng Weizhe thought for a while and said, "Maybe they noticed something?"

"Could it be that they know that I'm the second child of the Yang family? No way, Yang Zhongshan can't spread the word everywhere, saying that his younger brother now runs a small noodle shop for a living."

Cheng Weizhe patted his head and suddenly smiled: "No, I mean, they know about our relationship."

"This is unlikely, right? Didn't we all tell the outside world that it's Fa Xiao who has a good relationship?" Yang Zhongyuan frowned, only then did he feel that things were a little tricky.

They are holding back now, they just feel that confessing will cause unnecessary trouble.The two of them are almost fifty together. They are not hot-headed young people who talk about their relationship. The Cheng family has a big business and a mess. Their family is a bunch of smart people. A lot of trouble.

But what is the meaning of this wedding invitation now?

Yang Zhongyuan and Cheng Weizhe looked at each other, feeling that they couldn't figure it out.

"Then, to go or not?" Yang Zhongyuan asked with a sigh.

Cheng Weizhe thought about it, looked up and saw Yang Zhongyuan was looking at him seriously, his eyes were full of only himself, so he suddenly said: "Go, why don't you go? I am my own family. If I go, I don't need to give gift money. You also follow me." Together, of course we don’t need to show anything, we’ll go back to have a meal with the cheek, maybe we can see something else.”

Yang Zhongyuan nodded, still a little worried: "What if they really know and make trouble?"

Cheng Weizhe said with a smile: "You don't know what kind of person my second uncle and uncle are. They, maybe they wish I could find a noodle shop owner to marry, and it would be better than finding a son of a big family to come back and look for them. Wouldn't it be fun?"

This is true, Cheng Weizhe has been used to playing tricks with them all these years, so he naturally knows the characters of these people very well.

Yang Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but the expression on his face was still a little dignified.

Cheng Weizhe saw that he was still preoccupied, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "You, why are you thinking so much? Even if they said it face to face, so what? We are both good citizens, what's wrong with talking about our feelings? My father disagrees. Don’t we still have my second uncle and second uncle? With them here, the old man might be happy to see the result. We’ll leave after December, and it’s nothing more than waiting Then one month, big deal, I told him, the two of us already have a relationship."

Yang Zhongyuan was stimulated by his last sentence, and blushed suddenly and said, "What do you mean... what do you mean by having a relationship...?"

A smirk suddenly appeared on Cheng Weizhe's handsome face. He stretched out his chin and tapped twice in the back room, and then suddenly pressed close to Yang Zhongyuan's ear and said in a low voice: "If there is a relationship, it means... we slept together."

I don't know why Cheng Weizhe has suddenly become very flirtatious recently, Yang Zhongyuan blushed, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to push his face away: "Who slept with you, nonsense."

Cheng Weizhe held his wrist, and Nunu kissed his palm: "Okay, okay, just kidding, why are you still so thin-skinned."

Yang Zhongyuan withdrew his hand vigorously and glared at him angrily: "What's wrong with being thin-skinned!? It's better than your thick-skinned buns."

When he mentioned Baozi, he suddenly yelled "Oh!" "It's all your fault, my Baozi!!"

Before he finished speaking, he ran straight back to the kitchen to watch the fire, and only the ending sound echoed in the yard.

Cheng Weizhe smiled back at Xu Xiaotian with a smug look, but his heart sank, what exactly was the Cheng family planning this time?