Poisoned female doctor concubine

Chapter 79

Are you the manager of the pharmacy? "

Feng Qingye took the opportunity to ask the doubts in his heart: "I remember that the manager of the pharmacy was not an old man, why did he become you?"

The coquettish woman felt that Feng Qingye's questioning was a little troublesome, and she didn't bother to perfunctory: "Of course there was an accident, so I replaced it. What's the matter with the girl? If you didn't come to buy medicine, please ask the girl to go aside." .”

If the pharmacy is a teahouse or restaurant, her expression was wasted in vain.

The coquettish woman's eyes almost rolled to the sky, Feng Qingye questioned: "What's your attitude?"

"I don't have any attitude, girl. If you buy medicine, just tell me your name, and I'll find it for you. If you ask questions, please forgive me."

Yueya was very angry when she heard it, and was about to step forward to reveal her identity, Feng Qingye signaled her to be calm.

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me where the previous steward went."

"Why should I tell you that this is our shop's business."

I think Feng Qingye is here to find fault with the coquettish woman, and her tone is getting worse.

"How presumptuous!"

Yueya took three steps forward and took two steps to grab the coquettish woman's hand, and the coquettish woman let out a scream like killing a pig, she didn't expect this thin and small girl to be so powerful.

Feng Qingye looked at the coquettish woman: "Now we can talk about it."

"Fine, I said."

The coquettish woman was so painful that her facial features were distorted.

Feng Qingye looked at Yueya: "Yueya, let her go."

Yueya snorted coldly, and then let go of the alluring woman.

The coquettish woman shrank her neck, and said to Feng Qingye: "The former steward has been ill recently, and it's quite serious, and he can't get out of bed, so, so, his son is temporarily taking the steward's position."

"Where did his son go? Then what is your identity?"

Feng Qingye looked the coquettish woman up and down again, and saw that the coquettish woman was dressed very coolly, with pearls and emerald jingle on her head, obviously she was from that place.

The coquettish woman was a little apprehensive, but she could only tell the truth: "I went to the brothel."

Feng Qingye breathed a sigh of relief, well, I didn't expect that the shop would look like this if she didn't come for a while.

Feng Qingye felt a little angry, took out the shop deed from the shop, and slapped it directly on the table.

The coquettish girl saw that it turned out to be the shop's lease, and looked up at Feng Qingye: "Miss, who are you? Could it be..."

"Could it be something, I am the owner of this shop."

"Oh, girl, it's really none of my business."

The coquettish woman suddenly realized something, and quickly separated the relationship: "I was only entrusted by the old steward's son to take care of this shop temporarily. If you want to look for them, look for them, don't look for me."

"Okay, go and show me the store's account book."

"Yes."

Seeing that Feng Qingye didn't pursue her intentions, the coquettish woman hurriedly found the account book and presented it with both hands respectfully.

Feng Qingye took a look at the account book and felt that there was something wrong with it. It seemed that she had to check it carefully, so she asked the coquettish woman, "Then do you know where the old steward's home lives?"

The coquettish woman naturally knew about it, but she thought of the advice of the old steward's son, so she hesitated to say it.

When Feng Qingye was about to put pressure on the coquettish woman again, another store clerk came over, and he recognized Feng Qingye: "Boss, it turned out that you are here, why didn't you notify us in advance when you came to the shop?" One sound, so we can serve you a cup of hot tea."

"Hot tea? How dare you manage the shop like this."

Feng Qingye's tone was reproachful.

The clerk had a bitter face: "Boss, we can't blame us for this. Since the old steward fell ill and recuperated at home, his son continued to take over the shop. We were not convinced at first, but his son is used to playing tricks, so we all have to deal with it." Can't beat him."

"His son? What is his son's background, how dare he be so arrogant."

Even if the old steward is sick and can't work, she should appoint a new steward. When will the old steward's son take over the shop directly without her consent.

The clerk asked Feng Qingye to sit down, poured another cup of tea for Feng Qingye, and then slowly said: "He is the only son of the old steward, because he is the only son, and he is an old son, he is usually called by the old man." The steward held it in his hand and put it in his mouth."

"All the neighbors in the neighborhood suggested that the common people take good care of their son, and don't let him sit around all day long and do some thieves, but the old steward didn't listen. He thought he was just such a son, so he should be taken care of."

"But as a result, I was spoiled. I have been doing all kinds of evil since I was a child, and the old manager couldn't take care of things. Later, he came to our shop as a manager. He was obviously in good health a few days ago. He checked the accounts to see that there was no leak. He was very serious about things, but I don’t know why, but this person is always sick when he says he’s sick, maybe it’s because of the legendary sickness that comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread.”

Listening to the buddy's emotion, Feng Qingye felt more and more that there was a problem. The old steward was originally in good health, but he suddenly fell ill when he said he was sick, and now his son took away his job and stayed at home recuperating from his illness. Could it be that son's fault?

Feng Qingye had no choice but to be overwhelmed, so she asked where the buddy, the old housekeeper, lived.

The reason why the guy knew so much was because he happened to live near the old steward, so he was considered the old steward's neighbor.

The man told Feng Qingye the address of the old steward, and Feng Qingye took Crescent Moon to visit the house where the old steward lived.

According to the buddy's description, Feng Qingye came to a broken brick house.

The house is very dilapidated, the paint on the door is peeling off, the door is not locked, it seems that someone is at home.

Feng Qingye knocked on the door.

"Who."

The old steward's voice came from inside, and it sounded really sick, completely different from the previous one.

Feng Qingye had dealt with the old steward before, knowing how much the old steward had changed, she was surprised.

She said loudly: "Old steward, it's me. I heard that you are sick, so I came here to visit you."

"So it's the boss, come in."

The old steward greeted him in the room.

Feng Qingye opened the door and walked in. The room was empty, not even a canopy bed. The old steward slept on a simple bed made of messy hemp. The quilt on his body was dark and had a strange smell. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years.

Crescent Moon really couldn't bear the musty smell in the room, so she couldn't help fanning it with her hands.

Feng Qingye also wrinkled her nose.

The old steward's eyes were cloudy, and he saw in a daze that it was indeed Feng Qingye: "Boss, the room is very messy, you can sit wherever you want."

As he spoke, he coughed uncontrollably.

Feng Qingye walked in and looked around: "Old Steward, you live here."

(End of this chapter)