Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 501
In the end, I could only nod in agreement with tears in my eyes.

So the man took out twelve small silver ingots from the cabinet and handed them to Si Zhengping.

What Si Zhengping picked up was heartbreaking, he just wanted to change a soft couch for his aunt, he didn't want money!
But he dared not speak, for fear that his aunt would be unhappy.

Seeing that Si Zhengping had collected the money, Si Qing took out a bank note from his pocket and patted it on the counter.

It's a pity that she is short, and she is destined to miss the imposing action of clapping the banknotes. Instead, she has to put the banknotes on the counter on her toes.

But there is a saying that goes well, you don't lose if you lose.

If the action is lacking in momentum, let the voice come together!Si Qing's soft and soft voice said with a bit of arrogance: "At this price, buy me a high-quality mahogany couch!"

Hearing her arrogant words, the man was about to say that mahogany is expensive, but when he lowered his head, he saw a bank note with a denomination of one hundred taels.

man:……

He suddenly understood why Si Qing insisted on buying a soft couch with his own money, because she didn't like a soft couch worth 20 taels of silver at all, okay?

After throwing out the hundred taels of silver bills, the middle-aged man immediately called the old carpenter in the shop without hesitation, and asked Si Qing to explain his request for the soft couch.

Then I wrote a receipt, and after half a month, I will personally deliver the finished soft couch to my door.

Both parties signed and pledged, Si Qing put away one of the receipts and stuffed it into his bosom, then walked away from Mengji with Si Zhengping.

The middle-aged man looked at Si Qing who was leaving, with a trace of complexity in his eyes.

The old carpenter beside him couldn't help but say: "Master Chen, why didn't you let me recognize her just now? She is our real boss. This shop is clearly owned by the Si family, but it was taken over by someone surnamed Meng. Long time, I've had enough!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand to signal him not to say any more: "Now is not the time, don't tell others about today's matter, there are not many people left in the old club, if you and I can't calm down, not only the property can't be kept , the Young Master’s family will also be in danger.”

The old carpenter stopped talking when he heard the words, but the expression on his face was still sad and indignant.

Seeing the angry look on the old carpenter's face, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly in his heart: "I know you have been greatly favored by the old boss, but now is not the time, have you forgotten about congratulating the old man?"

The old carpenter did not speak.

The middle-aged man continued: "At the beginning, old man He wanted to report to the government because he couldn't hold back his anger. As a result, his whole family was poisoned. His sons, granddaughters, and daughters who went back to their natal family to visit relatives were all gone. The old woman was also poisoned. Old man He was the only one left to escape, but was kicked out of the inn, and could only support his family by selling wontons on the street.

Old Zhangtou, I know you are not afraid of this, but if you think about it carefully, if we are all driven away, the things of the old club will completely fall into the hands of that surnamed Meng.

I don't have any skills, and I can't keep the property of other shops. This carpenter's shop is the last one I can hold for my old owner. "

The old carpenter's eyes were red when he heard the words, his lips smacked a few times, and his voice was hoarse: "I know. Old man He's wife passed away some time ago, do you know?"

Shopkeeper Chen nodded: "I asked my son to go and see it quietly."

The old carpenter sighed: "That damned bastard surnamed Meng, if the old boss has a spirit in the sky, bless him to be struck to death by lightning when he goes out!"

Shopkeeper Chen twitched the corners of his mouth. The old carpenter said this almost every day, but unfortunately it was useless.

The theory of ghosts and gods is too illusory, it is better to come to reality by yourself.

He told the old carpenter: "You must make the soft couch that the young master wants, and use the best wood in the shop to make it."

(End of this chapter)