The villain heroine just wants to grab the country at the beginning

Chapter 8 Shop
"lady!"

A little maid who was arranged by Mrs. Rong Anhou to serve in Lu Jiana's yard stumbled into Mrs. Rong Anhou's yard and rushed into the house.

Mrs. Rong Anhou was about to talk about the dinner, and she was suddenly bumped into her, and her face was filled with anger, "What kind of recklessness is there! Did Lu Jia know that he was wrong?"

The maid didn't care about being scolded, so she knelt down, "Ma'am, Third Miss Lu's wet nurse is dead."

Madam Rong Anhou was taken aback.

All the servants in the room were taken aback.

The servant girl swallowed, and said: "Miss Lu took her nurse back and brought her into the house, leaving her maidservant to watch out at the door. After a quarter of an hour, Miss Lu asked the nurse to kneel on the floor outside. Then, the wet nurse fell to the ground just after kneeling for less than a cup of tea, and the servants stepped forward to sniff her, and she was already out of breath."

Good guy!
It was less than a day after entering the mansion, and he killed his wet nurse?
Mrs. Rong Anhou was not good at making suggestions on how to deal with it, so she could only go to the old lady's side immediately, but after a while, the whole house knew that the new Miss Lu family's third lady killed a person as soon as she arrived.

The news spread in the whole mansion.

The old lady sat calmly on the kang, "There's no need to worry about it. The order will be passed on, saying that the woman knew that she was guilty of harming the master and committed suicide in fear of crime. They are not allowed to chew their tongues anymore."

"But why don't you just ignore Lu Jia?" Mrs. Rong Anhou said.

The old lady glanced at her, "Of course we have to take care of it. She has been frightened so much, so of course she needs to be comforted."

Mrs. Rong Anhou even felt that the old lady was joking, so she couldn't help but raise her voice, "She took a life!"

The old lady glanced at Mrs. Rong Anhou, "It's just a lowly maid, are you going to use that old thing to win over Yan'er?"

Madam Rong Anhou paused.

The old lady sighed and gave her a white look, "If you want to use Lu Jia, just be nice to her and let her listen to you. What, do you think her temper is afraid of you? What do you want? punish her according to the rules? Are you not afraid that she will turn around and run away?

It doesn't matter if she runs away, how can we go back and organize us?

Besides, she is Wei Wei's sister after all, if something bad comes out about her, won't it affect Wei Wei?

She is also going to be a grandmother, why is she so disorganized when things happen, she is only a little girl of fifteen or sixteen, you use some tricks to coax her, obey your words submissively, less trouble is better than nothing .

If you can really use her to win over Yan'er, it will be considered a blessing. "

Although Xiao Yan is the grandson of the old lady, but Xiao Yan's mother died that year.
Compared with the family relationship of blood, the old lady hoped that Xiao Yan would accomplish nothing and be in the palm of her hand forever, so that the Rong'an Hou Mansion would always be peaceful.

What happened back then will never be revealed.

After being reminded, Mrs. Rong Anhou suddenly understood, "Daughter-in-law understands."

Leaving from the old lady, Madam Rong Anhou immediately ordered people to bring two sets of masks, several boxes of nutritional supplements, and a bunch of miscellaneous gadgets, and took seven or eight people to Lu Jia's yard in a mighty manner.

Good life to comfort her.

As a result, Mrs. Rong Anhou went, but Lu Jia was not there.

"What about people?"

Mrs. Rong Anhou felt outraged and unbelievable.

It's only been less than an hour since a concubine of fifteen or sixteen came out of the mansion, so why are there so many moths!
The servants serving in the courtyard said: "The servants don't know either, Miss Lu San doesn't allow the servants to follow."

Kyoto.

Drum Tower Street.

Lu Jia, who had just lost his life, took Chun Bao to eat and walk around.

"Hey, miss, there is a shop for sale over there."

Chun Bao took a bite of a pepper chicken in his hands, and before the charred fried chicken skin with sesame seeds mixed with chili powder was in her mouth, she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the left side.

Lu Jia looked in the direction Chun Bao pointed, and sure enough, he saw that the door of the shop was half open, and no guests were coming in or out.

There is a plaque on the door: Jingchun tea.

It is a tea house.

"Go and have a look."

The wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

"Is anyone there?" Chun Bao swallowed the pepper chicken in her mouth, and poked her head to look in. There were a few sesame seeds on her greasy mouth, she licked it with the tip of her tongue, and rolled it into her mouth.

Behind the counter, a man with an old face looked up, his voice was hoarse, as if his throat was blocked with a rag, "Tea will not be sold anymore."

Someone will do.

Lu Jia pushed the door open and walked in, "The owner's transfer?"

She asked, looking up and down the teahouse.

There are two floors, not too big, each floor can accommodate eight or nine tables, and there is a special table for storytellers on the first floor.It is a place to pay attention to at first glance.

Hearing this question, the man had a moment of hesitation and astonishment in his eyes, "Are you going to take over?"

Chun Bao snorted, "Why is the boss still judging people by their appearance? Who do you look down on? Afraid we won't be able to pay?"

The man immediately waved his hand and came out from behind the counter, "No, no, no, the girl misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

He was not very tall, almost a head taller than Lu Jia. From his cheeks to his calves, his whole body was thin and thin.

The redness in the fundus became more obvious as the person approached.

"I didn't look down on the girl, it's just that my shop has killed people, are you sure the two girls want to take over?"

"Human life?" Chun Bao's eyes burst into excitement immediately, "Expand and talk about it?"

The man:
The expression on his face froze, and he glanced at Chun Bao in astonishment, thinking for a moment that he was in a trance, or could he still see a wave of excitement on the girl's face?

The man coughed, looked away from Chun Bao, and said to Lu Jia: "Two months ago, my wife and my two daughters came from this store one after another without seeing anyone alive or dead."

His eyes were hollow, and the blood-red fundus seemed to be unable to shed tears, only weeping blood.

"The neighbors in the neighborhood watched them enter the store, but when I came to the store, I couldn't find them, the door was still locked inward, the windows were closed, and there was no one inside.

The government also came to investigate, saying that it was a murder in a secret room, but they couldn't find any clues to the crime, not even the range of suspects.

The Criminal Ministry and Jing Zhaoyin took turns to investigate for more than a month, but nothing came out.

The unsolved case was settled, and the government gave me some pension. "

Two months ago, he was a wealthy businessman who owned a two-story tea house in the most prosperous area of ​​Kyoto.

Two months later, he was haggard.

When talking to Lu Jia and the others, his voice was very hoarse, but without the slightest ups and downs. This is what kind of despair in his heart can grind a middle-aged man to such an extent.

Lu Jia and Chun Bao looked at each other.

Lu Jia said: "We want to open a tavern here. After looking at a street, we will transfer your shop. Since you sincerely want to transfer this place, let's negotiate a price."

Lu Jia would not say words of comfort.

Compared with despair, who is better off than whom?

In the dark corners where the sun can't shine, everyone is covered with abscesses and dark scars.

(End of this chapter)