Chapter 4 Hidden Worry

Li Xiaoyao shouted 'Sister Liu' at the door, and Mrs. Liu answered with a 'Alas'. Li Xiaoyao looked at Mrs. Liu, who was blocked at the door, bent down and sweating, and rolling her face hard. She hesitated, squeezed over Mrs. Liu's back, sent the shoes behind her to Mrs. Liu and shook them, and said with a smile, "My eldest brother let I sent it back and asked me to thank Sister Liu, but he said that he had a lot of shoes to wear, so that Sister Liu would not have to bother in the future.

Mrs. Liu straightened up, raised her hand and wiped her sweat with the back of her hand. Her forehead was stained with a piece of flour, and her thick lips were half open. She looked at Li Xiaoyao in a daze. For a moment, she didn't react for a moment. Li Xiaoyao said, neatly retreated half a step back, put her shoes on the table, smiled, and flashed quickly from behind Mrs. Liu. But he almost bumped into the young man standing at the door.

Li Xiaoyao stopped his feet and raised his head. Standing at the door was Huangyuan Mountain, which lived next to the Liu family. Huangyuan Mountain was a local in Taiping Prefecture. His father gambled and lost all his family property and lost his wife and daughter to others. On the day his wife and daughter were taken away, Huang's father said that he was drunk and stepped into the moat and drowned, leaving only the family. Huang Yuanshan was the first person to rent in this yard. The landlord knew the gossip, but he didn't know what Huang Yuanshan was doing now. He only guessed that he was probably a idle man.

Huang Yuanshan is very good to Mrs. Liu. He often sends her some small things and often helps her with some rough work of lifting water and clitting firewood. However, Mrs. Liu doesn't care much about him. Since the brothers of the Li family moved in, Mrs. Liu can only see Li Zongliang in her eyes. Compared with the tall and straight Li Zongliang, she is thin and shape. The obscene Huang Yuanshan is too eye-catching. My sister is very beautiful. It's the same in every world!

Huang Yuanshan stood, with a faint chill on his body and staring at Mrs. Liu fiercely. Li Xiaoyao's heart was slightly cold and did not dare to stay any longer. With an awkward smile, he vaguely greeted 'Brother Huang' and slipped to his home and took a few steps. He only felt that there was a cold silk behind him, as if he had been tested by some dark test. Xi stared at it.

Huang Yuanshan stared at Li Xiaoyao into the room, turned his head, stared straight at Mrs. Liu, and moved his eyes from her to the shoes on the table. Suddenly, he squeezed from behind Mrs. Liu, reached out and grabbed the shoes, turned his head to look at Mrs. Liu, and slowly squeezed a few words from between his teeth: "I don't want it, you'd better give it to me, I Don't mind the broken shoes!" With that, he squeezed his shoes tightly, turned around and pushed Mrs. Liu away, and strode out of the house. Mrs. Liu was pushed by Huang Yuanshan and staggered out of the door and blinked her eyes. She just understood what Huang Yuanshan's words meant?

Li Xiaoyao sneaked back to the room. Li Zongliang had pulled out the lychee waist, white cut meat and stir-fried lungs and put out a bowl. Seeing Li Xiaoyao coming in, he pointed to the bowl and ordered, "Send this to Grandma Shen."

"Hey." Li Xiaoyao agreed crisply and picked up the bowl and sent it to the next door.

Mrs. Shen is alone and makes good needlework. She makes a living by sewing and often helps them sew and mend it. Erhuai often helps her do some heavy work such as carrying water and chopping firewood. Li Zongliang also wanted Li Xiaoyao to learn some needlework with Mrs. Shen, but Li Xiaoyao really has no interest and doesn't want to pick needles at all. Li Zongliang had to give up.

Li Xiaoyao sent the dishes back. Shuisheng has prepared the meal. Only the four of them can eat dinner. Li Zonggui can't come back until the beginning of 1911 every day. Naturally, dinner is eaten in Changfeng Building.

Shuisheng ate a mouthful of rice, as if he remembered something. He looked at Li Xiaoyao and asked, "In the afternoon, you said that Song Gongsheng, the governor of Chizhou, was killed?"

"Hmm." Li Xiaoyao swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded heavily.

"When I went to see you, I happened to meet the car executed, but I didn't squeeze in."

"Good to kill! If he hadn't let the South Vietnamese in, the master and his wife wouldn't have killed them well!" Erhuai chewed the fried lung slices loudly and said hatefully. Li Zongliang slowly chewed the rice and turned his head to look at Wei Shuisheng: "Lord Song is a famous general of the State of Wu. He has been stationed in Chizhou City for so many years, and Nanyue has never come in. Why did he hit a hundred miles last year? I can't figure it out.

"Well, big brother, have you noticed? That night, those people rushed into the village and killed people. They didn't rob anything. From beginning to end, they didn't even say a word. Those riders were still masked. Wei Shuisheng frowned and looked at Li Zongliang and whispered. Li Xiaoyao turned his head to look at the two, thought for a moment, and changed the topic: "This kind of thing is all about the struggle for power and profit. In the end, it was us flat-headed people who died bitterly. If we kill them, we won't be wronged anyone. Erhuai, take your time!"

Li Erhuai had pulled out a bowl of rice, stood up and went out to fill a full bowl. Looking at Li Xiaoyao, he grinned and said, "Why is it slow to eat this raw fried lungs?" Li Xiaoyao glanced at him, listened to the sweet purr of Erhuai, and slowly ate half a bowl of rice in his small bowl.

Li Xiaoyao has carefully selected Ajiao dates, and he is full of confidence. He only watches the elegant room in the backyard to sell dates. Although it is slower than before, the price is almost turned over. Zheng, the shopkeeper of Changfeng Building, shakes Li Xiaoyao's date basket and looks at the well-proportioned, full and bright Ajiao dates inside, and asks: " Xiaoyao, your dates are picked out by one grain, right? What price did you get? How much more expensive?

"Well, it's not much expensive. You can earn it back." Li Xiaoyao carefully put the dates into the plate. Stay away, tilted his head and sighed. He turned his head and looked at the shopkeeper Zheng and said, "Uncle Zheng, you see, such a good date is that this plate is too rough to match. Why don't you lend me that handful of small plates wrapped in gold and silver silk? Do you want me to rent it for ten dollars a day? Otherwise, 20 is also OK. If it is broken, I will compensate you at the price, otherwise, it's a pity for these dates.

Shopkeeper Zheng nodded Li Xiaoyao and shook his head while smiling, "You little one, this small abacus is so powerful. How big is my kiln plate? How many dates can you hold in a plate and sell them for 30 yuan?

"Well, Uncle Zheng, the return is all about money. Who cares about these dozens of dollars? What they want is good-looking and elegant, don't you think?"

Shopkeeper Zheng looked at Li Xiaoyao thoughtfully and nodded slowly: "You child, you are willing to be smart and can never bury them in the future. Well, I will lend you a dozen of Ruyao dishes. You don't need to rent money. It's just the same. If it is broken, a plate will be two taels of silver. You can be careful!"

"Uncle Zheng, don't worry!" Li Xiaoyao smiled and bent his eyes into a crescent. The shopkeeper Zheng laughed with her smile. He reached out and patted Li Xiaoyao's head and whispered, "Mr. Lin just sent someone to order Buddha to jump over the wall. Tomorrow he will come to eat with Master Zhijing. When they come, remember to go there and thank them. In the past few days, some people have been listening and want to buy it. When you go back, Master Zhijing said that you don't care. Otherwise, alas, your child, these eyes are also better. Be careful on weekdays, huh?"

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng, for your care." Li Xiaoyao thanked the shopkeeper in a low voice, and his heart was bubbling again, and it rose up little by little. I don't know whether it's true or not. Mr. Lin, a famous scholar, also wants to buy himself back and hold a inkstone. If he is a boy, if he grows up a few years later, he will not grow up and develop. These things, but girls will cause more trouble in two years! In this place, you can't do more work like this. You have to save enough capital and open a fruit business. Let a few brothers take care of it outside and dispatch yourself in the middle. Like Mrs. Wen, take care of the fruit of the Wen family. Doesn't everyone praises what she can do? If she can do this, this life will be truly stable.

The next day, when Mr. Lin and Monk Zhijing arrived at Changfeng Building, Li Xiaoyao's dates had been sold out, leaving only two plates for them.

Mr. Lin is in his 40s and is the direct branch of the Lin family of the Wang family of the State of Wu. He was famous for his outstanding character and talent since he was a teenager. His articles and poems have been widely circulated, and Li Xiaoyao also found them. He really didn't see what was good about. It was 108,000 miles worse than the poems and articles she had memorized.

Mr. Lin is famous and famous. He is famous for his unrestrained. He has a good relationship with Zhijing, a famous monk in the State of Wu. The two are almost inseparable. Zhijing heard that before becoming a monk, he was also a son of a famous family and a family. He didn't know why he went into a monk. They all said that his Buddhism was profound and explored his past and present life. According to Li Xiaoyao, these two people, One is the talent among the children of the family, and the other is the profound Buddhism among the children of the family. It can only be said that the children of the Wu family are too disappointing.

Mr. Lin and the monk Zhijing got off their horses in front of the Changfeng Building. Manager Zheng hurriedly greeted them and bowed. They didn't dare to say much. They only leaned their bodies and let them go into the Fuzi Jiahao Yajian.

Li Xiaoyao carefully squeezed into the corner behind the counter and looked at the two. Mr. Lin's hair was still combed without any mess. He was tied with a sheep fat jade plum hairpin, a blue silk gown, or without a belt. The clothes fluttered with the steps, which was quite romantic. He could still have such an elegant demeanor in his 40s. , when he is young, this person is outstanding, which is really worthy of his name.

Monk Zhijing seems to have gained weight again, a pink and white soup ball that can talk and laugh! Unlike a monk, he is obviously a wine and meat monk. He is really happy without wine and meat.

Shopkeeper Zheng respectfully sent the two into the Fuzi Jiahao Yajian. He looked at the tea and hurriedly waved to Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao picked up the tray, smiled with her signboard, reported at the door of the Yajian and entered the room.