055 MeiJiang

When everyone came to the courtyard, they saw Mo standing on the roof, and their eyes floated down, as if they were looking for something. As soon as they saw Jia Wanliang, they immediately cried: "Sir, I'm not alive!"

"What are you doing? Why don't you come down!" Jia Wanliang was so angry that he was so angry.

"I won't come down!" Mo said loudly, "I want me to marry into the Jia family for ten years, do my best to serve the master, and give birth to a son for the master. There is no merit and hard work. I have nothing to say when the master accepts others. When the master wanted to marry the ninth sister, if I hadn't seen that Xin'er was still young, I would have wanted to die! Now that my letter has grown up, I have nothing to worry about. If I watch the master recruit the fox Meizi outside into my house, I would rather die!"

"What are you talking about?" Jia Wanliang said angrily.

"People's words!" Mo's replied loudly.

The ladies couldn't help laughing, and even the maids secretly turned their heads to laugh.

"People are so old and still messing around like this! Ridiculous!" Jia Wanliang scolded.

"Master, you are ridiculous! You are ten years older than me! There are nine wives in the family, and I'm still not satisfied with having a concubine!" Mo's relentless reply.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will write a divorce letter and divorce you!" Jia Wanliang threatened.

Mo raised his hand and said fearlessly, "You write, you write!" If you write a letter, I will ask Xiner not to recognize you as a father! Don't forget, you only have two sons!"

"You! Jia Wanliang's eldest son, Jia Fu, is not competitive. He has been specializing in fighting chickens and dogs, sleeping flowers and willows, and looking for fun all day long. He can't read, and he can only pay money to donate a tribute. However, his youngest son Jia Xin is very different. Although he was born in a business and loves reading since he was a child, he is now fifteen years old and has been admitted as a scholar. To put it plainly, seven or eight out of ten hopes for the next generation are placed on the youngest son. In addition to good academic achievements, the youngest son also has another advantage, which is filial piety. However, the filial piety is not for him, but for his mother. My mother has always said one is one and two is two.

"What, do you write or not?" Mo's tone was higher and his attitude was more arrogant, "Sir, you must promise me that you don't think about that woman again!"

"You come down first and have something to say." Jia Wan's tone softened, but he was still vague.

"There's nothing to say, just one word, sir, if you want to marry that woman, let her step on my body and come in! I promise that Xin'er will not forgive you, your father!"

"How can that be!" Jia Wanliang didn't care about it and called a few little men: "Go get the ladder and go up and pull down the fourth lady!"

"If they come up to pull me, I won't let them pull!" Mo shouted, "Sir, if you can't promise me today that you won't marry that woman, I promise, I will die for you!"

"You!" Jia Wan's chests fluctuated violently, and he was so angry that he thought of something for half a day and called another servant: "Go to the school and invite the second young master back."

"Okay, just in time to invite the letter back to see how he is romantic and lustful at this age!" Mo's sneered.

"Sir, in my opinion, you'd better give up the idea of that woman." Diao came forward and held Jia Wanliang. "I heard that the girl still has a fiance, and the fiance has kung fu. If you recruit someone, it's not a joke!"

"Who did you hear?" Jia Wanliang looked ashamed when he thought of the scene of being hurt without a trace that day.

"The saying goes, 'Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles'." Diao laughed and said, "Now, I'm afraid that the whole Haozhou City is talking about Master Jia's flirting with a good woman and being taught a lesson!"

"What? How can there be such a thing? The third lady Mo didn't know about it, and the consterrenness on her face didn't seem to be pretending. "That's not bad! Master, get rid of the idea quickly. Don't hit that woman's idea!"

"It's too scary to know martial arts." The seventh lady Lu pressed her chest and was so scared that her face turned pale.

"Master..."

"Shut up!" Jia Wanliang was angry, and his voice was several times louder, which immediately shocked all the concubines. Only the fourth lady Mo on the roof was still shouting fearlessly: "If the master doesn't agree, I won't come down!" I won't come down!"

The servants have climbed up the roof along the stairs and hurriedly pulled Mo down.

"Gone go of me! I won't come down!" Mo didn't care and twisted his hands and feet to break away.

There was a problem with this profit. They were on the roof at that time...

With a "boom", everyone saw a mass of twisted meat rolling down the roof.

2

Morse fell into a broken leg bone, and the two little men who helped her down were also sprained to varying degrees. This is the end of this farce.

Jia Wan's whole face turned black with anger. At the sight of Mo's injury like this, and it was hard to say too heavy words, he could only stare. Later, Jia Xin returned home. As soon as he saw his mother's appearance, he asked the reason. Jia Wanliang couldn't say why, but Diao replied with a sneer, "Master, I like a girl who is not much older than you. If you want to be the tenth aunt, your mother jumped off the roof angrily!"

"Dad, is what Er Niang said true?" Jia Xin stared at his father with bright eyes.

"Uh... it's... it's true." Jia Wanliang flashed his words, "But your mother, your mother is also making a lot of noise..."

"Do you say I'm noisy? Who opened a losing beauty salon outside, and who sent someone to rob someone's house? Mo suddenly sat up, pulled the wound, and lay back with an "Ouch".

"Dad, is what my mother said true?" Jia Xin looked at his father and was a little sad. "The saint said, 'A gentleman loves money and has a way to take it'. What is this? 'There is no way to use it'?"

"What's wrong? It makes me dizzy." Jia Wanliang turned his eyelids and didn't care. He told him, "Take care of your mother. I'll go first."

"Where are you going?" Diao asked, "It's a good night tonight. Are you going to see that woman to enjoy the moon with you?"

Jia Wanliang was dizzy by the quarrels of the people just now. At present, he did not refute and sneaked out of the room.

This plan has only been officially launched. Finally, Qingzhi Beauty Salon has been suppressed recently, which can be said to be out of business, but its own beauty salon will not be able to continue. It seems that none of these women are fuel-efficient lamps. If you want to achieve your goal, you have to work harder. As for this money-burning beauty salon, there is nothing we can do if we want to open it again.

Jia Wanliang was thinking about whether to close Jia's beauty salon, but Diao grabbed him and took a group of little men to the beauty salon.

Early in the morning, Diao rushed to Jia's beauty salon as soon as she had breakfast, so when she arrived, it was still early. At that time, several girls were dressing up. Diao entered the door and did not say hello. She blurted out a few words directly: "Go out. There is no business here from today! It's closed!"

"What are you talking about?" A girl turned around and asked, feeling unbelievable.

"It's closed here. You all go out!" Diao waved his hand and ordered, and said to the six or seven little men behind him, "You guys, move all the things here!"

"You can't move! If the master knew it, he would scold me to death!" The shopkeeper came to beg.

"Jia Shan, you don't even know me?" Diao raised her eyebrows and said unscrupulously, "You just move. With me, the wind and rain can't be sprinkled on your heads!"

"Second Lady..." Jia Shan looked at the customers who had left one after another, with a helpless face, "If the master knows..."

"Master? If you don't rely on my mother's family, how can you be today? Hurry up and move!"

Seeing the little men move all the things from the beauty salon, and the room is full of time and space, Jia Shan turned pale with fear and tried to make a final struggle: "Second Lady, you put your things here first, don't..."

As soon as the word "don't" was said, Jia Shan was slapped in the face. Diao smiled coldly and said, "What are you? Do you deserve to discuss this with me? Let me tell you, not to mention that this beauty salon can't be kept, it's you who helped the master do those things, and I can also let you leave Jia's house and go home to farm at any time!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The villain... The villain doesn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Jia Shan has always had no opinion. On that day, a village woman came to make trouble and made him unable to cope with it, not to mention that today it was the real mistress of the Jia family.

"As long as you know. Xiaohong, let's go to the opposite side. I'm going to meet the fairy girl.

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With the help of the maid Xiaohong, Diao followed a large number of servants and went to Qingzhi Beauty Salon. As soon as she stepped into the door, she raised her voice and said, "Which one is Miss Mu?"

Seeing that Xiu Rongzheng lowered his head and dialed the abacus, and saw that her eyebrows were clear and beautiful, she only regarded her as Jia Qianjin's so-called "new lover". Man laughed and said, "This sister looks like Zhou Zheng, but..."

"Madam, are you here to put on makeup?" Xiurong raised his face and asked.

"I'm here to find Mu Zhiqing." Diao "snorted" from her nose and arrogantly turned her head, "Woman, are you Mu Zhiqing?"

Murong Xueyan had already heard the noise inside, lifted the curtain, and sparped out of the inner room with a smile on her face: "Madam, this is my sister outside, and I am Mu Zhiqing."

"You--" Diao straight eyes and stared at Murong Xueyan. It's so beautiful! The skin is like curd fat, the nose is like a pillar, the eyes are like paint, and the eyebrows are like a distant mountain... That kind of beauty actually has a sense of "I feel pity", which makes her, who is also a woman, involuntarily attracted.