Taoist Quick Wear

"This..." Uncle Xiang was a little embarrassed to say it. He felt that it was not good to hide it. The third young master would know it sooner or later, so he said it directly:

"The second young lady in the Lin family had a free relationship with Master Zhu, who had returned from studying abroad, and got pregnant. As a result, Master Zhu turned around and accused her of being unruly and unworthy of entering the Zhu family. The young master argued with him..."

"Master Zhu called you pedantic and slapped you in the face to make you look fat. Then you called Master Zhu a wild boar that turned into a spirit. You were so stupid that you started fighting. You knocked out several of Master Zhu's teeth. The young master was very angry when he came back. It was fine at first, but then you fainted. The doctor said you had a bang on your head and needed to take a good rest..."

Although Uncle Xiang's tone was very calm, Si Qingyan could imagine how magnificent and exciting the specific scenes were.

"I see."

Si Qingyan rubbed the bag on his head while trying to find some memories, but found nothing. Since he woke up and rubbed his head from time to time, the big bumps have disappeared a lot. Uncle Xiang is still worried and persuades Si Qingyan to go to the medical clinic.

Thinking of the four silver coins, Si Qingyan agreed, walked out of the alley, turned her long legs, and walked onto the street.

Cloth sellers, ready-made clothes sellers, groceries sellers, firewood, rice, oil and salt, pubs and restaurants, the passing rickshaws and pedestrians interweave into a moving picture. There are not many cars, but the occasional one always attracts a lot of attention.

"We're hiring a guy. Salary is negotiable."

"We are short of movers. Come into the store to discuss in detail."

There are not many stores hiring people, and some notices have words at the back such as "full" and so on.

Si Qingyan looked around and finally entered an antique store. It was not like a pure antique store. It sold antiques, calligraphy and paintings, strange stones and bonsai, and also sold some low-quality books.

There was no price tag on the things here. Si Qingyan glanced at the book shelf. The fat boss with pigtails raised his eyelids and said angrily,

"If I break one, I won't even be able to pay for it if I sell it to you."

"Is there a shortage of people in the store?" Si Qingyan felt that this owner might be richer than other store owners.

"Que, take that cloth and wipe the table."

The boss has small eyes and is fair and fat. Although he is a bit old, he has no wrinkles and looks like a stuffed bun.

"It depends on how well you clean the table. If you do well, I will keep you as my assistant."

There wasn't much dust on the table, it was just because the wood was dark in color, and even the smallest bits of dust turned white, which was very eye-catching. After Si Qingyan finished wiping the table, the fat boss waved him out.

"This won't work. If you wipe it too fast, it will damage my table." The fat boss made a perfunctory excuse.

Ever since he posted the recruitment notice, there has been no shortage of people coming to wipe the ashes.

He doesn't recruit people anyway, he just lets others wipe the dust and then drives them away.

It has been ten days and a half, and I am enjoying myself every day.

"Yeah?"

Si Qingyan did not swallow her anger and go out as the fat boss thought, but took out a short knife from her sleeve.

He didn't do anything, so he simply sharpened his nails with the back of a knife.

"You think carefully before you speak."

Si Qingyan's voice was calm, not threatening, and very polite.

"What do you want to do?" The fat boss was not nervous. He was also a person with self-defense weapons.

He calmly touched it on his body, then touched it again, and touched it again and again.

The fat boss felt all over his body but found nothing.

Damn it, where are my things?

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Si Qingyan took out a revolver from his sleeve and slammed it on the table.

"I'm going to shout!" The fat boss was in a bad mood and even wanted to curse.

"Are you hiring here?" Si Qingyan held down the boss's fat hand that was reaching for the pistol.

"Recruit, recruit..."

The fat boss was about to cry, and wanted to pull his hand back, but his wrist was clamped so tightly that he couldn't move it.

"How many silver dollars a month?"

"one……"

The fat boss wanted to have a piece, but the strength on his wrist suddenly tightened, and he had to change his words:

"Ten, how about it?"

This change of words was so unnatural, and the fat boss was extremely heartbroken, but he didn't want to break out.

Isn’t it good for everyone to take a step back so that we can see each other again?

"Okay." Si Qingyan let go and let the fat boss take the gun away.

The fat boss quickly loaded his gun and pointed the gun at Si Qingyan.

"Haha, boy, you are too young to fight with me..."

At that moment, Si Qingyan was close to the fat boss, and the blade of the blade was close to the fat boss's neck, making contact from time to time.

Although the Fat Boss is very fat, he still has a short neck.

The cold blade made the fat boss's smile suddenly disappear, and goosebumps appeared unconsciously.

"What?" Si Qingyan held the handle of the knife and looked down at the fat boss.

"I mean ten yuan is too little, how about fifteen yuan?" The fat boss couldn't see Si Qingyan's true intention, his back was covered in cold sweat, and he forced a fake smile on his face.

"Give me the advance first." Si Qingyan knocked on the table.

"...If you want to rob, just say so. Why are you wiping ashes? Where are you from, young master? My Zhenbao Pavilion is protected by Master Wen..."

The fat boss complained while taking money from the drawer.

With only fifteen silver dollars, it seems that he is not a ruthless person.

"I don't know." Si Qingyan looked forward to her first salary in this world and stared at the fat boss's hands counting money.

"Don't recruit any more people here." Si Qingyan put away a full fifteen silver dollars, put the knife away again, and made a confession before leaving.

"Hey." The fat boss agreed without taking action or shooting.

The Treasure Pavilion has contributed a lot of protection fees to the local boss Wen Ye, so he doesn't have to do it himself, so as not to get himself involved.

But... if Wen Ye does it, fifteen silver dollars is not enough.

Swallow this breath in vain?

Unwilling.

Still have to find a chance to solve this matter.

Thinking of this, the fat boss closed the store, cursed a few words, and walked towards the idle man basking in the sun on the corner of the street...

After having money, Si Qingyan felt much more stable when walking.

He went to the market to buy thirty kilograms of rice and two kilograms of pork. On the way back, he saw a clinic and finally went in.

There is no spiritual energy in this world. If you treat yourself, if something goes wrong, it will be miserable to treat hemiplegia or stroke.

"It's good that you woke up. The blood clots in your head have dispersed. In another ten days or half a month, you will be fine."

"Young man, your body is a little weak, it's not a big deal, slowly recuperate..."

"Qi and blood are insufficient, you should walk more on weekdays, don't stay in the yard reading all day, you should also come out to play..."

"This prescription, drink it for seven days, if you still feel uncomfortable, come and see me."

The doctor was very pleased that Si Qingyan could come to see the doctor by himself. He had heard about the last incident. Some people who came back from studying abroad were still worse than animals. I don't know if that mouth of teeth can be repaired. Thinking about it, I felt a little gloating.

The prescription was all some Chinese medicines for replenishing qi and blood. The most expensive one was ginseng beard. The amount was not much, and seven days of medicine cost two dollars.

"He won't hide in the clinic all night?"

"Then let's wait until tomorrow?"

When the gangsters heard that Si Qingyan had more than a dozen silver dollars in his hand, they rubbed their hands and had already decided how to divide the spoils.

"There's someone outside, and it looks like he has bad intentions. Go back through the back door."

"Thank you." Si Qingyan quietly slipped out of the back door with bags of things.

Uncle Xiang was relieved and guilty when he learned that Si Qingyan had found a job as a clerk in an antique shop, but he still praised the boss as a good person.

Si Qingyan smiled and occasionally agreed.

"It's easy there, and not tiring. The young master can learn something. The school will start in more than a month, and it's good for the young master to go out for a walk..."

After saying that, Uncle Xiang began to talk about the ways of the world, such as how to be polite when dealing with people, how to be patient when facing customers... He wanted to take out everything in his mind and give it to Si Qingyan.

The two began to clean up the yard overnight. First, they worked together to pry open six large bluestone slabs to make a place to grow vegetables, then loosen the soil, pour plant ash, plant vegetable seedlings, and water them. The soil under the slab was very damp, and you could occasionally see earthworms, which was very suitable for growing vegetables.

The next morning, the vegetable seedlings planted last night were much more energetic.

Uncle Xiang was sweeping the floor again, and Si Qingyan drew water from the well to wash his face. The cold water covered his eyes and he was instantly awake. The pork bought last night had been stewed all night, and the juice was full. Add a plate of smashed cucumbers, and it was just right to eat with rice.

It is good to drink porridge in the morning. Before this, they drank porridge not only in the morning, but also at noon and at night. Now that there is enough rice, they find that rice is really good.

Si Qingyan, who ate three bowls of rice in a row, came to the Treasure Pavilion again. The recruitment notice at the door had been torn.

"Bang bang bang——"

"Who is knocking on the door early in the morning without sleeping? Are you full and have nothing to do..." The fat boss was sleeping soundly. He hurried to the front desk to open the door. Suddenly he saw Si Qingyan, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wipe the dust." Si Qingyan looked at the fat boss with a look that asked if he was stupid.

"I can't afford you here."

The fat boss pretended to close the door, but Si Qingyan slipped in and opened the door to let in the fresh air from outside.

"How can you have business if you are still sleeping at noon?"

"What do you know? This is the Treasure Pavilion. We sell treasures, not cabbages. Do I have to get up early like those vegetable vendors?"

The fat boss rolled his eyes and asked Si Qingyan to leave, very sincerely.

"My temple is small and can't accommodate a big Buddha like you. You should go back and rest. Just consider it as a meal for me."

"One month." Si Qingyan skillfully picked up the cloth from yesterday and began to wipe everything he could see...

"Ah..." The fat boss sighed, still wearing his underwear, and just sat on the chair in the hall, losing his enthusiasm.

What else can he do?

Ah... I'm so worried...

What if this person ruins the business?

Is he really here to wipe the dust?

The fat boss saw Si Qingyan rubbing a small tripod hard, as if trying to wipe off the rust, and his eyes bulged instantly!

"Don't move--"

"Wuwuwu, don't wipe it, my precious little tripod..."

The fat boss took the little tripod back from Si Qingyan, feeling very distressed.

"Who told you to touch it? Just wipe the table, cabinet, and wooden shelf..."

The fat boss really cried out.

He shouldn't have posted that notice at the door in the first place!

"This is fake." Si Qingyan wiped off the rust on her hands and said.

"How is it possible... I spent three thousand silver dollars to buy this good thing. You haven't seen the world... This is a bronze tripod from the Shang and Zhou dynasties..."

"Take a closer look." Si Qingyan held the little tripod in her hand and noticed something was wrong. Real antiques will have a subtle smell of sedimentation, which Si Qingyan can detect when they are close. No matter how well a fake thing is made, it still loses its spirituality. Some people are born with this intuition and can make accurate judgments, but there is only one such person in ten thousand.

Anyway, the fat boss didn’t believe it. Antiquities appraisal and eyesight were all acquired through practice. Everyone was a veteran, how could he be so easily fooled... But he was really worried, so he reluctantly scratched the patina inside the small cauldron and found this thing. Surprisingly easy to scratch...

The real thing has been buried in the soil for thousands of years, and the rust and copper are integrated into one. How can it be so easy to scratch? But there was nothing wrong with the outside of this small cauldron, but the bottom part of the inside was neglected. When I scraped it out, I found that the rust color was wrong.

His tears instantly flowed out, and the scene was particularly spectacular.

"Wow... you are a liar who can kill you with a thousand swords... you are a bastard who gave birth to a son without sex, your wife will give you ten or eight cuckolds..."

"Bullshit... I'm such a shrewd person... How could I be deceived by that old donkey... Three thousand silver dollars..."

…

The fat boss cried and cursed at the same time, using all the words he could think of, until his mouth went dry.

"Actually, not only is the tripod here fake, the Northern Wei Dynasty pottery figurine on the shelf here is fake, and the ancient jade from the Han Dynasty is also fake..."

Si Qingyan thought about it and decided to tell the boss.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. If you finish the pain today, you will be a good man again tomorrow.