Chapter 700 A small matter (reward for the leader of Zizhu Yueban is 910)

At the end of the sale, only about three bowls of mixed soup were left.

"Let's drink the rest by yourself. Son, you didn't taste my skills even when you came."

Chen Nian smiled and said, "Dad, diners are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are not lying. They spend money to buy food. Only when they are well-made will they come here often, not to mention that you have sold here for so many years."

"Hahaha." Song San felt that since he had a son, he had laughed more times than before.

"I finally know why I want to have a son or daughter now, and it feels so comfortable."

As he said, he leaned the pot over, then first scoop a spoonful of it on the surface, put it in a bowl and put it aside.

Then he stirred in the pot with a spoon, and then scooped two more bowls.

He gave these two bowls to Xu Erni and Chen Nian, and he went to drink the first bowl himself.

"Dad, let me drink your bowl. This thing has a bottom, and there are some chokes inside. Your bowl is pure soup."

"I don't like eating this thing, just drink a little soup." Song San waved his hand with a smile.

"You drink it." Xu Erni also said.

Chen Nian sighed, feeling a little moved. Although he had no worries about food and clothing when he was a child, and his father was a chef, he could always make some delicious food.

But now under such conditions, I only recognized my son yesterday, but today I really treated myself as my own son. Even though Chen Nian had a feeling of acting like a show-off, his eyes are still a little wet now.

"Dad, you guys are so nice."

Chen Nian couldn't help but say.

The old couple couldn't help but feel a little moved. Finally, Song San laughed and cursed again, "What are you saying this? I'm not good to my son, am I good to that poor scholar?"

As a result, as soon as these words came out, Fu Ting, who was standing by, was dissatisfied again.

"Song Laosan, what did you say? Want me to be your son? I am a scholar! I wrote three words yesterday and earned twenty entries. You can't make so much money even if you sold the messes in the morning, right?

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Song San listened to this and sneered: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. I don't want my son to give me money. Besides, what's so great about writing? My son can write, don't think that Xu Mansion was yesterday.

The housekeeper came to you, and Chen Nian told him how much you made yesterday?"

Chen Nian knew that this was the time to bring glory to his parents.

So he held the bowl and spoke: "It's also three words, twenty words, and it was the butler of Xu's house who personally sent the pen, ink, paper and ink to our house for me to write."

Fu Ting naturally didn't believe this when he heard this.

"You are the only one who can write? Who can I miss it? The Xu family is a wealthy family. I can't just give you money by just drawing it with a cat or a dog. I really don't even make a draft."

"I really made a profit, and writing is actually not difficult."

But just as Fu Ting was about to continue laughing, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "It was indeed my sending it to their house and asked him to write it, and the money was given in the end. Don't say this, so as not to go on.

Others say that our Xu family has no credibility.”

Fu Ting turned around and saw that the butler of Xu's mansion came here at some point.

"Really written?"

"It's true!"

The Xu Mansion Butler nodded.

But at this time, Song Laosan looked at the other party curiously again: "What are you here again? There is no miscellaneous soup."

The Xu Mansion Manager smiled and said, "I can't get used to your mixed soup. I really have something to look for you when I come here."

"What's up?"

The housekeeper looked around and saw that there was no one, then he leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Didn't our master ask me to make a hundred-character picture? Yesterday I searched all the people I could find in Yong'an County, and only wrote seventy

I didn't dare to look for the remaining masters in the county government. What kind of identity do they have? How could I write this for me? There are also Liu family and Zhao family, I didn't ask about them, their masters and our masters have always been here.

Not very harmonious, but the problem lies in the remaining thirty."

When Fu Ting heard this, he immediately reacted: "Okay, you actually want to fool your master and find someone to write it?"

As a result, the butler's face suddenly became stern when he heard this: "Shusheng Fu, I will tell you, if you dare to tell others about this today, I can make you unable to stay in Yong'an County, do you believe it?"

After hearing this, Fu Ting not only smiled but said, "What am I afraid of? At worst, I will pat my butt and take my wife and children away and go back to my hometown. On the contrary, you are old. If you offend Mr. Xu, I am afraid

You will be even more sad in the future, right?"

The housekeeper was very upset: "Just say you can accept it or not. For every extra one, I will give you five cents or twenty-five cents, but make sure your handwriting is different!"

"Come on, why don't you? I don't want the money delivered to you?" Fu Ting couldn't help but smile when he saw the butler surrender.

“How many can you write?”

"At least ten, you have to find someone else for the rest. Although I, Fu Ting, will not fool others. There are ten at most. If you can give me time to practice, you can still do it again.

Two or three more.”

“How long does it take to practice?”

"One day, but you have to provide the pen and ink."

"Okay, just one day, I'll give me thirteen tomorrow, and I'll give you money at that time!"

"One word is certain!"

After Fu Ting's side was solved, there were still seventeen left. The housekeeper turned to look at Chen Nian again: "Little brother, can you still write? Just follow the requirements of yesterday, but the handwriting is different.

OK, no need to have more, two or three is enough. I will think of a way to find someone else to help you, but even if it doesn't work, it's okay. I'll give you five cents later. You can keep this secret

Keep it for me.”

Chen Nian didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly. He only earned twenty cents yesterday, but today he actually had another business.

"Can I write! There are seventeen left, right? I've included all of these!"

Song San Lao couple didn’t have any feelings about these things, but Fu Ting heard them differently: “Seventeen fonts? Do you know how to write seventeen fonts?”

Chen Nian smiled: "You can't use seventeen fonts, as long as the handwriting is different, isn't it? As long as the handwriting is different, it's so simple, let alone the 17 types, you want fifty types, I'll all

Can write it for you."

This can be considered a trivial matter for Chen Nian. When he was in elementary school, Chen Nian did this kind of thing.

He collected money from other classmates and helped copy ancient poems.

In order not to be discovered by the teacher, Chen Nian deliberately imitated their handwriting to write, but in the end he was not discovered by the teacher.

Finally, Chen Nian spent all the money outside to buy spicy strips.

The housekeeper was also surprised and happy. He was happy that Chen Nian actually filled the remaining seventeen. He was worried that Chen Nian would agree to write so many things, but in the end he couldn't write them out, so he let him go

Dove, if this is the case, he will be passive.
Chapter completed!