Chapter 42 in the rain

The shopkeeper Sun reads the text and cut off the words. It is estimated that he was also a small rich family before the grass fell. At least he had read a book and may have done business. He took care of the wisteria. Li Xiaoyao only said a few words, and the shopkeeper Sun understood what she meant to do it elegantly. Li Xiaoyao saw that he was very clear, so he was relieved and Wei Shui. He went back to Bijiashan to live for a few days and handed over the accounts on the mountain, which were originally managed by the shopkeeper Sun and Li Xiaoyao to Wei Shuisheng. Now Li Xiaoyao has to concentrate on the business of Wisteria House, and then find a few ways to find a few ways to find out the news. After staying on the mountain for a few days, he entered with Li Zonggui. City.

Li Xiaoyao took Li Zonggui and ate all the famous teahouses in Zhengcheng. He tasted the famous tea soup and snacks made by various families. He knew it and muttered with Li Zonggui. He always felt that this head was not his own now. He was old, and he was afraid that she had finally taught him a few snacks, and he would leave again. How embarrassing is this!?

Li Zonggui thought so. He came to Mr. Sun. The three of them discussed for a long time and felt that Li Xiaoyao's idea was extremely good. It would be better to let Sister Zhang come and learn how to make snacks with the current head. It was almost done. Li Xiaoyao gave more advice. Li Xiaoyao could eat, but he could not do it. Her guidance was limited to pairing. Pin put forward opinions and the direction of improvement. As for how to knead the dough, how to beat the embryo, etc., she knew nothing about it. During the holiday, Sister Zhang could cook all kinds of dishes with almost no worse under the guidance of her great layman. It can be seen that her cooking talent is not bad, at least she can understand Li Xiaoyao's command.

Shopkeeper Sun discussed with the head and was willing to pay 20 taels of silver and asked him to take Sister Zhang to learn how to make snacks. Even in Zhengcheng, he was only ordinary and old. He simply agreed to teach Sister Zhang to make snacks and earn these 20 taels of silver, and he could go home to retire.

Li Zonggui went back to discuss with Li Zongliang and asked Sister Zhang what she meant. Naturally, Sister Zhang was not willing to ask for it. Although she has become a bandit now, she can learn crafts, which is also an important thing.

Sister Zhang followed the head to learn how to make snacks. Li Xiaoyao was bored and began to teach Zhang Gouzi and Zhao Wuge to read.

When the purple vines faded, and the wisteria leaves and ginkgo leaves were full of thick green branches, the business of wisteria house gradually got better. Sister Zhang only learned for two months and came out of the blue. The snacks she made were highly praised. Shopkeeper Sun was extremely preferential to the people of the government office. Gradually, the government officials and bookstores in the government office often came to drink tea and chat, even Master Song, the confidant brought by Lord Yan, also came to sit down from time to time.

Master Song mostly came between Shen Chu and Shen Zheng. He liked to sit under the wisteria rack. He wanted a cup of Longjing and a plate of red bean cake. He drank leisurely and ate it, and then slowly returned to the government office with his hands behind his back. Manager Sun quietly paid attention to it for a while and felt the law. At Shenchu, he vaped the seat under the wisteria shelf and waited for him to come.

It was drizzling. At dinner, the teahouse was extremely quiet. Li Xiaoyao sat on the upstairs of the teahouse and looked at the sparsely pedestrian streets through the window. The drizzle enveloped white walls, green tiles and stone roads. Occasionally, men and women holding bamboo oil umbrellas walked by unhurryly. Li Xiaoyao stood up, held a cup of ordinary tea, and drank slowly. While looking at the poetic ink painting in front of me, if it has been like this, it is a wonderful thing that no one has anything to break this painting.

I was thinking that a bamboo oil umbrella turned around at the end of the street. It was Master Song. Li Xiaoyao could recognize him without looking at his face, just by walking. What is he doing here at this time? Drinking tea? Li Xiaoyao stepped back half a step and hid himself in the darkness behind the window. He watched Master Song go straight to the Wisteria and collect the umbrella at the door. The enthusiastic voice of Manager Sun came up.

Li Xiaoyao stood behind the window and thought quickly. Why did he come here at this time? She stared at him for a long time. He was the confidant of Lord Yan. Those government officials were afraid that he would be far away from Lord Yan. The government office only knew how to find him, and then they would do those things at his orders. Did he tell Lord Yan, get instructions and then tell them to the government office, or did he deal with them at all?

This is dinner time, but he came here in a bad mood? Is there something on your mind? Li Xiaoyao walked gently to the top of the stairs, stretched out his neck and looked down. Master Song sat in the wide porch, still with a cup of green tea and a plate of red bean cake, with a gloomy face, half-closed eyes, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Li Xiaoyao waved to the shopkeeper Sun, turned to the kitchen, and whispered, "Uncle Sun, this Master Song is not right today. I'm afraid you have thoughts. Why don't you try it and see if you can talk to him? When people are sad and thoughtful, it is easiest to make friends. He is from Taizhou. Since he likes to drink Longjing, Maybe I also like to drink Pearl Spring. We happen to have an altar.

Shopkeeper Sun nodded hurriedly: "What the fifth master said is very true. Let's try it."

Shopkeeper Sun came out, made another cup of Longjing and sent it over. He said with a smile, "Has Mr. Song eaten yet? If you eat it, I'm afraid this tea will be light.

"That's good." Master Song smiled melancholy. Manager Sun put down the cup, pulled a chair over and sat down. He looked at Master Song and said with a smile, "Since you haven't eaten yet, why don't you have a face and taste the food of our business people? I made good seafood noodles. Let her make a bowl for you?" Seeing that Master Song hesitated a little, he stood up and ordered him to go down without waiting for him to speak.

In a moment, shopkeeper Sun looked at the very attractive seafood noodles with a bowl. Behind him, Brother Zhao held a tray and placed a few cold dishes often eaten in the south, two white porcelain wine glasses, and a small pot of warm pearl spring wine on the table.

Shopkeeper Sun put it up one by one, pointed to the wine glass and wine pot, and said with a smile, "This is the pearl spring wine that just came from Taiping Mansion a few days ago. It is said to be very authentic. I don't know whether it's good or not. I haven't tasted it yet. Today, I happened to accompany you to taste it. Zhengcheng is good at everything, but good wine is rare."

Master Song poked his head and looked at the seafood noodles and the cold dishes in the south, poured a little pearl spring in the cup, picked it up and smelled it, and nodded with a smile: "It's an authentic pearl spring. This wine is okay in Taiping Mansion. When it comes to Zhengcheng, it's rare. Zhengcheng people think it's light and doesn't like to drink it, but they didn't expect it. The cabinet likes to drink this smell. Where is the shopkeeper?

"I'm really a native of Zhengcheng, but it's strange. My taste is different from everyone else. I also love Longjing, Xuefeng and so on. Let's drink. I love the taste of Pearl Spring the most, that is, eating, and I also love the taste of the south! Look, I'm usually embarrassed to say that I'm from Zhengcheng!" The shopkeeper Sun seemed to spread out his hands with a distressed face and said. Master Song laughed, picked up the wine pot, poured a glass for Mr. Sun, and filled himself up and let Mr. Sun slowly drink up a glass of wine with a happy face. He put down the glass and praised, "This wine is also just right. The shopkeeper's head is looking good!"

Shopkeeper Sun accompanied Master Song and drank wine. From wine to dishes to tea, and all the way to the customs and customs of various places, strange things gradually became more and more opportunative.

Brother Zhao stood behind the wide corridor and stared at the wine pot. As long as it was empty, he changed to another warm wine pot. Li Xiaoyao commanded Zhang Gouzi. Looking at the opportunity, he quietly withdrew the bowl of unmoved noodles and changed a plate of wine dishes.

The two talked until the sky was dark, and Master Song staggered to stand up and patted Mr. Sun on the shoulder: "You are an insightful person! It's not easy to be a businessman, but it's not easy to be a master! It's not easy to leave home!"

Shopkeeper Sun helped Master Song, and Brother Zhao held an umbrella behind and sent Master Song back to his residence. A 50-year-old servant opened the door. Shopkeeper Sun helped him in and helped the old servant settle Master Song before returning to Wisteria House with Brother Zhao.

Li Xiaoyao is slowly eating a plate of grilled chicken feet, waiting for the two to come back.

Shopkeeper Sun smiled and sat opposite Li Xiaoyao. He took a bowl of pear soup and took a few sips. He looked at Li Xiaoyao and whispered, "The fifth master guessed well. It was sad. There was a letter from his family. His eldest daughter gave birth to a child last month and did not break through. One body and two lives died. His wife also fell ill, and he couldn't rush back. It's very sad."

Li Xiaoyao put down her chopsticks, sighed for a long time, and whispered, "It's not easy for anyone. This time, there will be a second time. Maybe he will come to talk to you if he has any sadness and boredom in the future. Just listen to him and untie him. It's good to be a friend. Don't think about anything else, and talk about it later."

Shopkeeper Sun nodded repeatedly, watched Li Xiaoyi pick up his chopsticks, and continued to eat chicken feet slowly. After looking for a while, he whispered, "The fifth master is profound and meticulous, which is admirable."

Li Xiaoyao turned his head and looked at him, thought for a moment, and said cautiously, "I'm a person who has died once. I walked around in front of the Yanluo Hall, but I just want to think about it."

Li Xiaoyao had just enjoyed the poetry and painting in the drizzle for a day. Wei Shuisheng took Aunt Sun to the Wisteria House early the next morning. Xiao Wansheng pulled seven or eight people on the original Dongshan Mountain, stole a small box of gold and fled.

Mrs. Sun's face was pale and almost bloodless. She looked at the shopkeeper sadly. Tears rolled down before she could open her mouth. Sister Zhang quickly stood up, hugged her sadly, patted her shoulder and comforted her warmly, "It's not your fault. It's okay. Don't cry. Look at you, don't cry..."

"Sister Sun, don't be sad. This matter is just that people have their own aspirations. Just leave. Take that box of gold and take it. If we can let them live a stable life in the future, it will also be our merit." Li Xiaoyao comforted Aunt Sun with a peaceful face. The shopkeeper Sun's face was gloomy. He turned to look at Wei Shuisheng and asked, "When did you find out? Have you sent someone to chase it?