Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

Chapter 179, servant, dead soldier
The day before the opening, a busy day.

Fill the shelves full of modern atmosphere.

Even the strings of incense were stringed together, and Wang Duojin used his hands worth tens of thousands of taels of gold to string up a day's supply.

Feng Minsheng has prepared some cups made of bamboo, and every guest who enters the door will get a cup of Sprite made of pine needles or a drink of various flavors brewed with jam.

The decoration is full of modern atmosphere. Just looking at the interior, I thought it was back in the 21st century.

everything's ready.

The next day, Feng Jinfeng Minsheng had already returned to the shop before dawn.

Things to prepare for opening.

Without firecrackers, Wang Duojin wrapped a drum around his waist worth tens of thousands of gold and let him beat it hard.

Even a big red flower was tied on the chest, for a festive look.

"The icing on the cake is a happy opening. Customers who enter the store today will receive a cup of special tea for free, and free preserved fruit snacks!"

Feng Zheng talked about the discounts in the store, and he adapted to his identity more quickly than Wang Duojin, who looked a little uncomfortable at the side.

To be a qualified dead soldier is not only to kill, but also to obey the orders of the master.

Everything has to be done perfectly.

Even if you are an accountant, you have to look like an accountant.

Of course, under normal circumstances, no one would let a dead man become a servant...

The sound of drumming quickly attracted customers to watch at the door.

There was no retreat, and the big servants came out wearing uniform gray gowns, each holding two bamboo cups.

The color of the tea outside the bamboo cup was all kinds of strange. When the people standing behind saw it, they couldn't help frowning.

We have never seen a drink before, and we also know what the fat house slow water tastes like.

This is the first time I see tea that is the same as the tea in common sense, and there is no reaction at all.

As long as you have tasted it once, you will doubt that the ancients are too good to get rid of being dominated by slow water.

"Guest officer, if you want to try it? It's the cash register. Those are all made from low-quality jams, and the taste is very good."

A big servant raised a smile and tried hard to sell the drink in his hand.

The smile is a little stiff, but it is also the result of my practice countless times.

I've found that being a boss is less of a challenge than hacking!
Under normal circumstances, a dead warrior is a martial artist whose sole purpose is to fulfill his master and kill the one who deserves to be killed.

Is it a drink?

Slash over with a knife, cut off the arm first.

The seventh time I asked, I must have drunk it.

"Whether you drink it or not, the purple tea should be poisoned!"

A middle-aged woman shook her head vigorously, she really accepted that color.

"Try it! It's blueberry jam, which was specially delivered from a neighboring country. It took two months to make, and it tastes better than eating blueberries directly!"

Whether or not the dead man drew a knife to slash someone, he earnestly persuaded him.

"blueberry?"

When the middle-aged woman heard the word blueberry, her eyes were a little confused.

Have you ever heard the name of that kind of dried fruit?

"That's a very rare fruit, if so, try it?"

The dead man hurriedly held the purple tea water behind the face of the middle-aged woman, and watched eagerly.

Humble to mention is moving a knife, cutting is touching.

I just hope that the other party can prostitute a cup of tea for nothing.

"Here, try it!"

The middle-aged woman was still curious about the taste of the fruit that she had never heard of, but when she took the bamboo cup, her face was somewhat disgusted.

The dead man watched the middle-aged woman take the cup, and continued to smile stiffly.

Such a scene appeared under the bodies of more than a dozen servants and maidservants of Fengjin's family.

That is to say, Wang Duojin seems to be doing it himself, all he needs to do is beat the gongs and drums, it's just a joke!

Hey, dignified dead man!
A frightening dead man!

Laughing mode is on.

"Huh? That taste is amazing, it fades into a really fruitless taste, sweet and sour!"

"What is that transparent tea? It feels like your tongue is numb. If you say it tastes like it comes out, it's delicious!"

"The tea really doesn't taste like apples!"

"There is no peach-flavored tea!"

……

Those who drank the tea hated the taste.

It is usually children and men, before they drink drinks of various flavors, they rush out of the shop directly.

It is said that there must be many more delicious things waiting for us!
In the blink of an eye, almost everyone who had had a drink retreated into the shop.

The outside of the shop is also very slow to be full.

As soon as they left the shop, everyone took a deep breath.

What smell, so tempting?

Walking along the smell, you can see red oil spread outside various small iron square pots, there are dozens of areas, and various skewers are cooked outside.

A big guy stood by, ready to help the guests get skewers at any time.

They are all cooked skewers, you can take whatever you want, and check the number of sticks at the front to check out, and the efficiency is also slow.

"You want that, that, that..."

The strong spicy and delicious smell permeated the outside of the store. How hungry Xiaojia was, his stomach stopped growling in an instant.

It’s also a matter of whether it’s early or not, just end the selection of skewers.

Some children and men crowded behind the shelves, looking at all kinds of snacks eagerly, but sometimes no one bought snacks.

Busy Feng Minsheng, Feng Jin and Wang Wu rolled up their sleeves.

For a while, the silence was ordinary.

Inside the shop.

Old man Feng was pulled by Feng Dalian, stopped in the shop, and looked at the crowded shop from a distance.

The clothes the two of them were wearing looked dirty, some were torn, and they were not repaired.

It is because the old house of the Feng family has become so impoverished.

It's because there are too few things to do in the old house of Feng's family. Before Feng Minsheng and Feng Jin took charge of the old house, the housework outside the house was basically left to the oil bottle Yangmei who came with Li Juan.

After all, Yang Mei is a boy who has grown up from a big job to a young boy. Although he is favored, he is also not favored.

In addition to washing clothes, there is no other housework, so we can only carefully throw water outside to wash and dry.

Over time, the clothes look dirty under the clothes, as if they are always clean after washing.

"Da Lian, what are you doing here!"

Mr. Feng glanced in the direction of the store, a look of longing flashed in his eyes, but it soon became intense.

The shop seemed to be very sparsely populated.

But what has nothing to do with me?

It's just a lowly businessman.

My son will take an official career in the future, so his status is naturally lower than that of a businessman.

"Father, when will he be able to persuade mother to be so gentle, don't be slow to scold Feng Minsheng, that shop was opened by Feng Minsheng! That day he knew how to make more or less taels of silver!"

When Feng Dalian said that, there was no complaint in her tone.

If your parents are too stubborn, you will live the life of the eldest sister of the little family now that you say yes.

As for the trouble caused by magistrate Lin, Feng Dalian subconsciously ignored it.

Throw all the questions to Mr. Feng.

"What? Was it driven by the beast?"

Mr. Feng's words blurted out.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket.

　　


(End of this chapter)