Chapter 140: Destroy Wenxing Business

When Xu Cong'an saw the couple like this, he was very disdainful. How did he get married to these two people at the beginning? He smiled so brightly, but he was not kind at all. He was obviously too black-hearted!

"Ok, okay, okay," Zhou Bo scratched his snowy nose and cleared his throat: "Madam, the elegant husband bought this elegant house. Would you like to enjoy it?"

After listening to Zhou Bo's words, Xue saw a strong suppressed smile on her face. She nodded and said, "If I were from the Song family, I wouldn't make you satisfactory."

Zhou Bo couldn't help laughing. This Xuejian said this and that, but in fact, he had regarded this house as his own. He twisted her nose, handed an ambiguous look, and came to her ear and said to her, "But you are not the Song family. You are my wife. What reward do you have for making such contributions for my husband?" Zhou Bo sighed.

Xuejian couldn't help stretching out her hand to pinch him, and then couldn't wait for a three hundred and sixty-seven degrees rotation, "Dalang, how about this reward?"

The young couple walked out slowly while whispering behind Xu Cong'an. In this elegant garden, who would have thought that such a pair of beautiful people would be so dark?

When the eldest son of the Song family chased out, the three people could walk out of the garden and had not yet got on the car. He hesitated for a moment, bravely crossed the threshold, and looked at several people who heard the sound and turned back.

When he came out, several people did not look too surprised, but closed their mouths and looked at him lightly, as if they knew what he was going to do.

Master Song settled down and squeezed out an ugly smile, "How did Zhou Shao walk so fast?" Song was saying that he wanted Zhou Shao to taste the candied fruit made by the Song family. Why did he turn around and lose your figure?

Zhou Bo slightly arched his hand and said carelessly, "My son-in-law is weak. After wandering around for most of the day, he is really tired."

Master Song squeezed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, and immediately continued, "It's better to go to the Qingfeng Pavilion in the garden for a rest."

Xue saw that this time it was just a bargain, and she didn't have any unusual expectations for this bargain, but she didn't expect the Song family to be so anxious that they wanted to come to the creditor's door, which was so tight.

Soon, Master Song also sent people to send ice. Nowadays, those who can afford ice are not ordinary people, and the price is naturally extraordinary. Naturally, the Zhou family can afford it this year. Unexpectedly, this Song family is a "generation of negative" and is still so luxurious. It seems that it is inevitable that they can't make ends meet.

Zhou Bo was no longer as lazy as he was just now. He just pretended to ask strangely, "Brother Song, is there anything else important?"

Master Song waited for his servants to bring tea, so he pretended to be calm and said, "I just felt that Master Zhou's opinion on the house was very correct and pertinent, so I wanted to ask for advice again."

Xue Jian covered her face with a fan and pretended to drink tea to avoid being seen laughing.

At this time, someone reported that Song's father was waiting in the study, leaving Xu Cong'an and Xuejian to continue to rest. Under the leadership of the servants, Master Song and Zhou Bo walked there.

The servant led Zhou Bo out of the Qingfeng Pavilion all the way, and then walked to a path on the left. After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, he saw two servants standing outside as soon as he entered the house.

After entering, you can see that the yard is very large, and the left and right space is also very spacious.

In the middle of the yard, there are several large Guangkou porcelain altars, but instead of ordinary people raising some goldfish and so on, they have raised some water lilies in it. Looking at it, it is eye-catching. There may be gourd racks or vines around. Looking around, the whole yard is green.

There are two dragon claw locust on the left and right sides of the yard. This locust is not high, and the leaf crown is very like an umbrella, but looks like a natural pavilion.

As for the servants who come and go, they are all in order, although the crowd is not chaotic.

After Zhou Bo arrived, another responsible boy came to take him and Master Zhou.

Looking at the living and diet of the Song family, it still maintains the style of the capital. Zhou Bo has also lived in the capital for many years, so he naturally understands it.

As Master Zhou entered the study, Master Zhou quickly stepped forward and whispered to his father, "Father, Master Zhou... Master Zhou is here."

When Master Song turned around in front of the bookshelf, Zhou Bo came forward to salute.

After Zhou Bo finished the ceremony, Master Song also retreated, leaving only Zhou Bo in the study.

In the Qingfeng Pavilion, Xu Cong'an and Xuejian had continued their tea. Xue saw it and said, "Godfather, looking at the scenery in this garden, the style seems to be different from Anning."

With that, he stood up in front of the window. This Qingfeng Pavilion is really worthy of its name. It has windows on all sides and is built in front of the wind.

Xu Cong'an asked her with a smile, "Does Xuejian also see its uniqueness?"

Xuejian rolled his eyes. I am a northerner myself. When I come through this place, it looks even more far north, but the scenery of this small garden is completely a southern characteristic that I have seen on TV before. "Xue Jian guessed that the master of the Song family served in the south when he was young, or the old lady of the Song family is a southerner."

Anning is the ancestor of the Song family, so it can only be for these two reasons.

The Song maid next to her saw that her master was not here, and she couldn't help interrupting, "This young grandma is so awesome!"

The rules of the Song family were very strict. After the maid blurted out, she immediately stopped and looked at Xue Jian with worshipful eyes.

Xuejian is speechless. Does this have nothing to do with whether it is powerful or not? This is a simple reasoning. Conan once said that the flowing water has no shape, the drifting wind has no trace, and the reasoning of any case depends on the heart... far away! I don't know if Conan's first grade is over? That super long first grade, how many years did you spend before?

Xu Cong'an nodded and said, "Xuejian guessed well. Mr. Song had been in office in the south before he became a university scholar, so he married his wife in the south."

Xue saw that she wanted to say two more words, but she looked left and right at the corners of her eyes and saw that the servants of the Song family were silent. Thinking that the maid just now had exceeded the rules, and others dared not say more.

Unable, she had to pinch her mind to continue gossiping about the Song family and whispered to Xiaomei about the scenery. But I still have a slander in my heart. Isn't it expensive to sell my house and raise so many maids and servants?

While waiting, Xue Jian noticed that people went in and out to continue tea or send tea, and there was absolutely no one to talk to each other. Xue Jian couldn't help admiring it. It's really well-trained. If the Song family is allowed to open an "excellent servant training center", it is thought that they can make a fortune. Of.

I don't know when Zhou Bo will come back from this negotiation. It shouldn't be long. There is only one way to deal with such elegant people, that is, vulgarity. Xuejian bet that Zhou Bo will definitely kill Ya with vulgarity!

Sure enough, in the study, Mr. Song is already full of sweat and resentment. If you have poetry and books, how can you have a rich straw bag? You said how well-intentioned your design is. People say that the golden chamber pot is rich. It is completely like being pinched by the door, kicked to the forehead by a donkey, and suddenly hugged by a fool!

Zhou Bo looked around energetically and admired the beauty of the study. At first glance, these books are a lot of lonely books, which are worth the old money!

"According to Zhou, this matter is actually very easy to solve! Mr. Song might as well sell these lonely books to me, which will also solve the current urgent need.

Mr. Song sweated his forehead and remembered that his son was about to leave just now. He wanted to take the inkstone on the table to kill the man. Didn't he know that these books were his lifeblood? That book is condensed all my life, and it is impossible to sell it!"

Zhou Bo smiled and said, "Actually, Zhou is also not interested in these books, but the third brother of the family has this good, so I have a question. If there is anything presumptuous, I hope Mr. Song Haihan."

I don't think you are as good as this!

Mr. Song's heart was full of blood, and he only felt that if he continued to talk to this layman, he would vomit three liters of blood. Thinking about how unruly Xu Cong'an is and how fairy and elegant the young lady is, but unexpectedly, it is a white pearl, which is chocking!

Not saying that he secretly sighed in his heart, Zhou Bo stood up and said, "A gentleman does not take away what people love. Since Mr. Song refuses to give up his love, Zhou does not want to force him. Zhou is also going to leave after bothering you today.

Mr. Song also got up and said, "I won't. These books are more important to me than life!"

Zhou Bo saluted again and said, "Mr. Song, please stay. Zhou will come back to ask for advice when he has free time."

Mr. Song just gave a hum and didn't want to talk to him any more. Seeing him retreat, he sat down angrily. He raised the inkstone in his hand and was about to fall down. He looked at it, and then put it down. He just fanned the wind hard.

I suddenly felt that there was something wrong, but it was not. My son was angry with this guy and came to tell me not to sell the house. He decided to go out in person. Why did he not sell books now?

Running out of the study, the courtyard was still silent, only the cicadas were annoying, but there was no Zhou Bo.

Mr. Song stamped his foot and said anxiously, "Really, really..., why don't you call Zhou Bo with me quickly? No, please come back!"

Seeing the servant rushing out of the hospital, he couldn't help looking up at the sky and said to himself, "The sky has no eyes, destroy Wenxing merchants!" If you don't give the silver these days, those mud and tile craftsmen will have to sue themselves to the county government. Although they can't be punished by doctors, this person is really a big loss!

"Father!" The first one came in was the eldest son, with a strong sense of powerlessness and heavier sadness in his eyes.

"Don't worry, this house is the only family who can pay the money in a lump sum this week. Let's sell it to him!"

Master Song served a cup of tea for his father.

Mr. Song shook his head and asked loudly outside the door, "Why, haven't you come back yet?"

For a moment, both father and son were a little tearful, just to make each other more sad, so they pretended to turn around and be busy with their hands.

After all, Mr. Song was more open-minded and patted his eldest son on the shoulder with a smile to comfort him. He just said that it was okay. The house could buy a smaller one, but it was more lively.

At this time, Zhou Bo came back softly.