Jiaohua

Chapter 459 It's Convenient (Part [-])
The long-lost warm sun returned to the earth, penetrated the dust all over the place, and shone into the ancient capital, finally giving Yong'an a little brilliance after the violent and long snowstorm.

The back kitchen is overflowing with the aroma of medicine and soup.

Zaichun poured the medicine, carefully put it in the tray, picked it up and left.

The newly hired chef Liu came back from the back door with a freshly killed black-bone chicken, and shouted: "Stop!"

Zai Chun didn't seem to hear it, so he stepped out faster.

"I'll tell you to stop!" Cook Liu strode forward, and at the same time asked others to stop her.

After hearing the words, Lin servant who came over also shouted "stop", and went directly to grab the tray from Zaichun's hand.

The hot soup splashed out, and Zaichun grabbed the tray tightly: "What are you doing! Let me go! The medicine is about to spill!"

"Who told you to touch the medicine!" Lin servant woman raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Have you finished the work for you?"

"I want you to care, let go!" Zaichun wanted to grab the tray back, but in terms of strength, he would be no match for Lin Fufu.

Unable to give in, Lin Fufu suddenly overturned the entire tray with force.

The medicine bowl fell on the snow, and the soup poured a puff of white smoke on the frost and snow.

"What are you doing!" Zai Chun yelled in tears.

Maid Lin wiped her hands on her gown, and said to Maid Zeng who came from behind, "The medicine is spilled, go fry another bowl, watch carefully, and don't let anyone who shouldn't touch it."

As he spoke, he cast a sidelong glance at Zaichun.

Zaichun's eyes were red and he was shaking with anger.

The servant girl Lin didn't even look at the trays and medicine bowls on the ground, and went straight away.

"I can't hold things steady, how can I do things!" Cook Liu scolded Zaichun, "Clean up soon, go to work!"

Zai Chun pursed his mouth, held back his tears, and knelt down to put away the medicine bowl.

Steward Chu stood on the southernmost side of the second floor, leaning on the railing to watch the scene in the backyard.

Watching Zai Chun pack up his things and get up to leave, Guanshi Chu snorted coldly, when he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the stairs.

"Chu Guanshi!" The man saw Chu Guanshi, and ran up step by step, "Chu Guanshi, someone came to look for the lady again, this time there are a lot of people! Several teams!"

He said and handed over the notebook in his hand: "Look at it."

Manager Chu took a break not long ago, took a sip of tea and came here to blow the wind for a while, tiredly took the book, and said, "When will shopkeeper Cheng come back, you go to remind me."

"Okay," the clerk replied, "But for these few, you can line up a row for Guanshi Chu, and the people below are waiting for my reply."

"Let's just stay the same. My boss is still discussing things. It's not necessary to see my boss. Then I'll meet shopkeeper Cheng, and the rest will come in order."

"But this," the clerk flipped through a few pages of the book in Steward Chu's hand, and said, "These people want to jump in line. They are very fierce, and a woman takes the lead."

Steward Chu looked down and said, "Madam Yan? Who, why haven't I heard of such a character?"

"They seem to kill people," the man said in a low voice, "They have a murderous look on them."

"Then you have to wait for me," Chu Guanshi closed the notebook, "Murderous, don't bring murderous looks when you come to find someone to do something, or show them the air!"

Zhao Ning sat by the window, drinking tea slowly.

The sky is burning with billowing thick smoke, which comes from Yong'an Imperial City.

Although there is still Jingzhao Mansion in the capital, which can temporarily control the overall situation, but the imperial city is really too big, and there is not so much manpower to take full care of it.

There are daring gangs constantly rushing in, burning, killing, and looting, and as long as one person returns from the imperial city with a full load, it will inevitably attract more jealous and jealous people to rob. Up to now, more than 100 people have died. The servants and maids in the palace were left behind, and several palaces were set on fire, and no one even tried to put it out.

Looking at the thick smoke, Zhao Ning gently turned the teacup under his lips with his fingers, his gaze was far away.

The two men on the opposite side kept talking, trying not to look at Zhao Ning's missing lips, but the more this happened, the more involuntarily they looked.

When they finally finished speaking, they paused and looked at Zhao Ning, not daring to ask if the other party was listening.

"Okay," said Zhao Ning, "how much money do you want?"

"There are too many stocks, we mean, this number..." The other party held out his finger.

Zhao Ning looked over and said, "30 taels?"

"No, no, it's 3 taels." The fatter man said hurriedly, afraid that Zhao Ning would stop talking.

"3 taels?" Zhao Ning raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"However, if you want to cash in silver, you can convert it into gold." The man said, carefully observing Zhao Ning's expression.

Misfortune is inevitable, hoarding these goods will owe a huge debt, but there is no way, these goods cannot be taken out of the capital, and it is very likely that they will be snatched up, so it is better to change how much money can be exchanged.

"It's really not possible," the man said again, "How about some food instead?"

"Cash in cash," Zhao Ning said, "It must be in cash, 5 taels, how about it?"

The man was taken aback, and he and his companion looked at Zhao Ning in puzzlement, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

Zhao Ning had already put down the teacup and went to get a pen and paper.

The two men saw that she was really writing in black and white, and they didn't dare to ask why. When the payment was about to be signed, Zhao Ning raised his head and asked, "Are you sure you want to discuss this business?"

"Yes, yes." The fat man said.

The companion also nodded.

"Okay." Zhao Ning replied, and signed the pen.

There were three in total. She signed her name and pressed the ink pad of her thumb.

The two men also left their names and pressed their fingerprints one by one.

After finishing it, the two men finally breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left without asking any further questions.

The downstairs lobby was full of people, many of them frowned displeasedly when they saw two men in fine clothes coming down.

This is too long, so how long do we have to wait.

The two men were very good at reading faces, smiled awkwardly at everyone, and walked out.

When they passed the southeast side of the hall, they were attracted by the people on the side and turned their heads to look.

There is a woman sitting in the middle, covered with a blue satin dress, some hair is slightly pulled, the rest is long, her face is covered with gauze, her eyebrows are beautiful, but her eyes are not full like a girl's, and there are many fine lines around her.

Some... familiar.

Seemingly noticing their gazes, the woman looked up, her eyes were cold.

The two men hurriedly looked away and left the lobby.

"It seems that we have to wait for a long time," said a man behind Yan Qinglin, "madam, may I talk again?"

"Go." Yan Qinglin said.

She didn't have much time, and she really didn't have the patience to wait.

At this time, a clerk came from the inner hall with a book, and shouted while reading the book: "Sorry, sorry, who is the shopkeeper Zhai?"

"I, it's me." A man of some age stood up.

The man was about to pass, the man behind Yan Qinglin shouted loudly: "It's us!"

As he said that, the man went out, looked at the shopkeeper Zhai, and warned with his eyes: "This manager, can I help you?"

　Thank you yunerzw for your reward, (ω), meme!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)