Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Dispute over the Library
"Cousin, you haven't seen Fei'er lately, and I don't know what you're busy with these days? Not even a figure. After Guo Fei'er left Mrs. Yan's side, she went straight to Yan Bo's study.
Yan Bo looked up and saw that it was Guo Fei'er, and his excited heart instantly cooled down. In the past few days, he has run to Zhen's mansion almost every time, but every time Zhen Ranshuang refused his request to see him on the grounds of being infected with wind and cold. He really didn't know why Zhen Ranshuang wanted to treat him like this, but he was also a famous handsome boy in Jinshan County.
"What else can I do, it's not that business has been bad lately. In particular, a storyteller in Moshufang told a strange thing called "Journey to the West", which robbed us of all our business. There is also a newly opened restaurant, called Dingxiang Building, which also lowered our hall by a large margin. ”
In fact, business is still secondary, and the most annoying thing is that whether it is Zhen Ranshuang or Han Qingyi, they both have a soft spot for the Northern Ink, and I really don't know what is good about the North Ink. Isn't it just the little white face, since he came. Both the gentry and the county magistrate in Jinshan County looked at him differently, and they couldn't wait to send their daughter over. Not to mention those ladies, looking at the of Bei Yingmo one by one made him feel extremely disgusted.
"Cousin, Fei'er doesn't understand this business either. Fei'er only thinks that her cousin is well, and Fei'er is happy. Guo Fei'er looked at Yan Bo's angular face stupidly, and her eyes were full of affection.
Yan Bo stared impatiently at the big-chested Guo Fei'er, this was his cousin, if others disturbed him while he was thinking about things, he would have to let people blow him out.
"Cousin, if you have nothing to do, go back to your room. My cousin still has important things to do, and I have to go out to see Shopkeeper Liu later. ”
Guo Fei'er was very aggrieved, and finally saw her cousin, but her cousin didn't want to see her. So she pouted and said to herself: "People also miss their cousin!" Could this be wrong? '
Yan Bo squinted at Guo Fei'er's aggrieved look and couldn't bear it, so he had to persuade patiently: "Good Fei'er, go back!" Cousin is really busy. Next time my cousin takes you to play. “
Hearing her cousin's gentle words, Guo Fei'er was overjoyed. Just as Guo Fei'er was leaving, a gust of wind from nowhere blew the picture scroll on the desk, and the painting was stunned by the portrait of a young girl.
Guo Fei'er, who was still immersed in the shyness of her youngest daughter, suddenly became angry, but her cousin became more and more impatient, and she stayed any longer for fear of provoking her cousin's disgust, so she had to retreat unwillingly.
It's just a Zhen Dye Frost, after all, where is the position, but what is she, Han Qingyi, a village girl.
Looks like it's going to have to be thought of something else.
"Young master, Shopkeeper Liu asks to see you." Jinghui gave Yan Bo a thousand and saluted.
Yan Bo put on his coat, beckoned, and told Jinghui to let Shopkeeper Liu go to the flower hall to wait for him.
"Shopkeeper Liu, how are you doing?" Yan Bo held the glass cup in his hand, tasted the dragon well before the rain, and squinted at the well-behaved shopkeeper Liu in front of him.
"The eldest young master, the little one has brought the account books of the recent period, you can see that our business has plummeted recently. Our restaurant is okay, but the bookstore is full of people, and almost all of them have gone to the ink bookstore. “
Jinghui handed over the account book in a timely manner, Yan Bo didn't look at it, but he clenched his fists in anger.
Bei Mingmo, Bei Mingmo, even if you are the first imperial merchant, what if you are in your capital, you can do whatever you want in your capital, come to a small place to grab any business with me, just grab business, you still rob my woman.
I, Yan Bo, are inseparable from you.
Yan Bo almost broke the account books, and his eyes were full of anger.
Shopkeeper Liu is not surprised, but it doesn't matter if this business is not good, anyway, the salary was fixed to death at the beginning, and the business is good like that, and he is still tired, and the salary is like that if the business is not good, at least he will be idle. If it weren't for the fact that it was too bad, he wouldn't want to go through this door.
Looking at Shopkeeper Liu's appearance of staying out of the matter, Yan Bo was angry in his heart, but he didn't want to lose his demeanor. Just tell him that he will go and see the situation when he has time. After getting a reply, Shopkeeper Liu went back satisfied, anyway, that's how things were. At least he let the owner know.
There are two flowers, one on each branch.
Time and space change, but there is a special poetry in the courtyard.
"Ahda, how is the thing I told you to do?" Bei Mingmo sat leisurely in front of Jiao Wei, his slender fingers plucking the strings at will.
Ah Da looked at his father's careless appearance, he didn't dare to slack off, and bowed down and replied: "Master, it's almost done, and the love garden is about to catch up with our emperor's imperial garden." It's just a matter of when you bring Miss Han over to take a look. ”
'Don't worry, stay until my son's birthday. Ben Gongzi will take her there. I want to surprise her, I see how she loves all kinds of flowers that day, she must be a flower lover. '
"This is very similar to Madame, who used to love all kinds of strange flowers.
"Mouthy. Ah Da, do you want to poke at the third brother's sadness again? Bei Ming Ziyuan was originally playing by himself, but when he heard Ah Da's ability to not open which pot and which pot to mention, he was afraid that the third brother would be angry, so he hurriedly stopped it.
"It's all right, you go down. Ziyuan, you also play with Ah Da. The third brother wanted to be quiet. “
Bei Mingmo's eyes were foggy, as if he had returned to the early summer of that year.
At that time, Bei Mingmo was still young, but the mother was still by her side, and every day the mother would pick bright flowers from the backyard or outside, and she was always full of the fragrance of flowers when she entered the house. But at that time, my father began to dote on Aunt Zhao.
Aunt Zhao was already the first proud person that her father put in her heart at that time, and she didn't even pay attention to her wife at that time.
Originally, a person as gentle as Niang and who did not compete for favor would not have a conflict with Aunt Zhao, but they had the biggest conflict.
"Aunt Rou, what's the matter with you? You know that our aunt can't smell flowers and is allergic to pollen. You don't know what to do like this, you are scurrying around with flowers, who are you charming, or are you trying to murder our aunt. Someone threw out the flowers in her hand and all the rest. “
Aunt Rou cowardly whispered, "I really didn't know that my sister was allergic to flowers. I really didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. '
Aunt Rou's weakness was particularly dazzling in Aunt Zhao's eyes, she felt that this was a foxy master, she couldn't see this, so she was even more aggressive: "Who is your sister, purple kite, why are you stupid in a daze." If I can still smell these smells in front of my eyes, watch your skin carefully. “
"Yes, auntie."