Zongwu: Longevity starts from marrying a wife down the mountain

Chapter 4 Drunken Cloud Residence!
The afternoon sun is warm and the time is quiet.

Qin Cang lay comfortably on the deck chair in the courtyard, bathed in pale golden sunlight.

The future can be expected to lie flat, this is the most comfortable state.

Xiang Ling, who was wearing a turquoise dress, was sitting beside Qin Cang, staring at the account book in her hand with a pair of watery eyes.

This is Zuiyunju's account book.

Zuiyunju's daily expenses, revenue, net profit, etc. are all recorded by her.

After training Xiangling to a certain level, Qin Cang became the hands-off shopkeeper and handed over the management of Zuiyunju's accounts to Xiangling.

"Ling'er, what's the income of Zuiyunju these few days?"

Qin Cang looked sideways at Xiang Ling who was working seriously, and said lazily.

In the past two days, he has introduced several new dishes, all of which are very good with wine.

"Young master, you are really amazing!"

"In the past few days, Zuiyunju's income has increased again, and it can make a net profit of about 30 taels of silver every day."

Xiang Ling's beautiful eyes showed deep admiration, and she smiled sweetly.

"The net profit of 30 taels of silver is not bad."

Qin Cang looked calm and nodded slightly.

In this world, 15 taels of silver is almost enough for an ordinary family of four to spend for a whole year.

Zuiyunju can have a net profit of 30 taels of silver a day, which is definitely not a small amount.

If Zuiyunju could have made such a profit in the past, Qin Cang would definitely feel worried, afraid of being targeted by someone with a heart.

But after becoming an eighth-rank martial artist, you don't have to worry so much.

The eighth-rank domestic merit cultivation base, coupled with the identity of the former Huashan sect disciple, can deter most of the young people.

"Originally, the net profit would be more, but..."

Xiang Ling pursed the corners of her lips lightly, looked at Qin Cang and hesitated to speak.

"Just what?"

Qin Cang frowned slightly, and asked aloud.

"My lord, that senior brother of yours, Nie Sheng, has been frequenting our Zuiyun Residence for the past few days, and he keeps accounts."

"I have been here for four consecutive days, and I have recorded 26 taels of silver."

Xiangling replied truthfully.

"Nie Sheng..."

Qin Cang's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard the words, and he fell into deep thought.

After staying in Huashan for three years, he made friends with many fellow disciples, including Nie Sheng.

Qin Cang was quite impressed with Nie Sheng who was in Yongning City with him.

This is a complete gambling dog.

Originally, he had a certain cultivation talent, and after three years of steady cultivation, he would surely become an eighth-rank martial artist.

But he was addicted to gambling, and often secretly went down the mountain to play in the casino, abandoned his cultivation, and failed to enter the eighth rank for three years.

He left the Huashan School a year ago and is considered his senior brother.

This person used to come to Zuiyunju often, but he didn't know how to keep accounts.

Qin Cang guessed that Nie Sheng must have come to Zuiyunju to play Qiufeng after he knew that he had also left the Huashan faction.

Or... Zuiyunju was targeted by someone with a heart.

"I'll go to Zuiyunju, it's not an option to let him continue to keep accounts."

Qin Cang got up from the recliner and said so.

Gambling with dogs and keeping accounts, it must be meat buns beating dogs and never returning.

If this kind of person is not dealt with, it will only become more rampant.

Or the person behind the scenes is getting more and more rampant.

"Well, son, go early and come back early."

Xiangling nodded, and obediently responded.

Immediately, Qin Cang walked towards the courtyard gate.

Zuiyunju is not far from home, just across the street.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians on the streets covered with bluestone slabs, and all kinds of cries keep ringing in my ears.

Not long after, Qin Cang came to Zuiyunju at the end of the street.

Zuiyunju is not too big, there are seven or eight tables arranged neatly in the lobby on the first floor.

It was mid-afternoon at this time, and although it was past time for eating, there were still many diners in Zuiyun Residence.

"Boss, you are here!"

As soon as Qin Cang entered the door, a young boy in gray immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Master."

Uncle Shou, who was ordering wine at the counter, also spoke respectfully.

Although Shoubo is the housekeeper, most of the time there is nothing to do at home, so he often comes to Zuiyunju to help.

"Shoubo, Ergou, you are busy with your own business, so don't call me."

Qin Cang waved his hands.

Afterwards, Qin Cang went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

After looking around the second floor, his eyes locked on a table by the window.

There were four people sitting at that table, and the table was full of good wine and good food.

One of them had thin cheeks and was wearing a yellow-brown robe. It was Nie Sheng.

At this time, the few of them were pushing cups and changing glasses, drinking in full swing.

"Brothers, just eat and drink, today I am a treat for you."

Nie Sheng waved his hand magnanimously, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hey, Brother Nie, why are you so rich today? Could it be that you won money again?"

The scar-faced man sitting on Nie Sheng's left smiled and said.

"Win a fart, I lost today, what a fucking bad luck."

Nie Sheng put down his wine glass heavily, his face was full of anger.

"Then where did you get the money to settle the bill?"

Another man at the table asked curiously.

Nie Sheng glanced at the man, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I have to spend money to treat guests? This restaurant is opened by my junior brother Qin, and I just come here for a meal occasionally. I have this face."

The scar-faced man picked up the jug and poured it for Nie Sheng, and said with a smile, "Brother Nie, strong, you are indeed sent by Huashan. I will obey you with just a few brothers."

Nie Sheng picked up the wine glass again and drank it down in one gulp, and said slightly drunk: "Fuck you, you're just an outcast from the Huashan sect."

"However, my Junior Brother Qin is worse than me."

"I just didn't cultivate steadily, so I didn't break through to the eighth rank."

"He has been cultivating hard for three years, but he hasn't broken through to the eighth rank."

Speaking of this, Nie Sheng, who was a little bit drunk, grinned: "Hey, it's because he didn't break through to the eighth rank and became an abandoned disciple of Huashan that I dare to come here for free."

"Just eat, he will never dare to do anything to us..."

Listening to these harsh words, Qin Cang's face gradually became ugly.

Originally, for the sake of the same sect, he planned to cancel the previous account, as long as the other party did not come here again.

But now it seems that doing so would be too cheap for him.

As an eighth-rank martial artist, it is still very easy to deal with a ninth-rank martial artist and three ordinary people.

"Senior brother Nie, please stay safe."

Qin Cang stepped forward, raised his palm with inner strength and patted Nie Sheng on the shoulder.

"hiss……"

Nie Sheng, who was talking loudly, gasped, only feeling a burst of pain in his shoulder.

Just as he was about to respond, he realized that it was Qin Cang who was patting him on the shoulder. His pupils shrank slightly, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Qin... Junior Brother Qin!"

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, for becoming an eighth-rank martial artist."

Nie Sheng was stunned for a moment, the drunkenness quickly subsided, and then a slightly stiff smile appeared on his face.

From the slap of internal force just now, he has already noticed that Qin Cang's internal strength is at the eighth rank.

"You want to eat free food?"

Qin Cang pressed Nie Sheng's shoulder and said lightly.

"No, absolutely not. I was just joking just now, so I can't take it seriously."

Nie Sheng quickly argued.

"Yes, Boss Qin, Brother Nie was just joking with us just now."

"That's right, I was just joking."

The other three people panicked and echoed.

An eighth-rank martial artist is definitely something they can't afford to provoke.

"Since it's not a free meal, then settle the bill first."

"By the way, the accounts from the previous few days have also been settled together."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about fellowship."

Qin Cang looked at Nie Sheng, who was smiling stiffly, and said casually.

The voice was soft, but with a hint of indisputable meaning.

(End of this chapter)