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The long-lost warm sun returned to the earth, penetrated the dust and shone into the ancient capital, finally giving Yongan some brilliance after the violent and long snowstorm.
The back kitchen is filled with the aroma of medicine and soup.
Zaichun poured the medicine, carefully put it into the tray, picked it up and left.
The newly hired cook Liu from the backyard came back from the back door carrying a freshly killed black-bone chicken. When she saw this, she shouted: "Stop!"
Zai Chun seemed not to hear, so he walked out quickly.
"I told you to stop!" Chef Liu strode over and asked others to stop her.
After hearing this, the maid Lin who came over also shouted "Stop" and went straight to snatch the tray from Zai Chun's hand.
The hot soup splashed out, and Zai Chun held on to the tray tightly: "What are you doing! Let me go! The medicine is about to spill!"
"Who told you to touch the medicine!" Lin's servant girl raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Have you finished the work given to you?"
"I want you to control it, let go!" Zai Chun wanted to snatch the tray back, but in terms of strength, he was no match for Lin's wife.
When the two refused to give in, Lin's wife suddenly used force and knocked over the entire tray.
The medicine bowl fell to the snow, and the medicine poured out a puff of white smoke on the frosty snow.
"What are you doing!" Zai Chun shouted with a cry.
Servant Lin wiped her hands on her skirt and coat, and said to Servant Zeng who came from behind: "The medicine has been spilled. Go fry another bowl. Watch carefully and don't let anyone who shouldn't touch it touch it."
As he said that, he glanced sideways at Zai Chun.
Zaichun's eyes were red and he was shaking with anger.
Maid Lin left without even looking at the tray and medicine bowl on the floor.
"How can you do anything if you can't hold things securely?" Chef Liu scolded Zaichun, "Hurry up and get to work!"
Zai Chun pursed his lips, trying not to cry, and knelt down to put away the medicine bowl.
Manager Chu stood on the southernmost side of the second floor, leaning on the railing and looking at the scene in the backyard.
Seeing Zai Chun put away his things and get up to leave, Manager Chu snorted coldly, when he heard footsteps coming from the stairs on the other side.
"Steward Chu!" The waiter saw Steward Chu and ran up a few steps at a time, "Steward Chu, someone is looking for my wife again. This time there are many people here! Several teams of people!"
Then he handed over the book in his hand: "Take a look."
Not long after Manager Chu had rested, he took a sip of tea and came here to enjoy the breeze. He tiredly took the book and said, "When will Manager Cheng come back? Go and hurry up."
"Okay," the waiter responded, "but these few, Manager Chu, please line them up. The people below are waiting for my reply."
"Let's keep it as usual. My boss is still talking about things. We don't have to meet him, so I'll meet with Shopkeeper Cheng. The rest will be in order."
"But this," the clerk opened a few pages of the book in Manager Chu's hand and said, "these people want to jump in line. They are very fierce. They are led by a woman."
Manager Chu lowered his head and said, "Mrs. Yan? Who is it? Why haven't I heard of this person?"
"They seem to be capable of killing people," the waiter said in a low voice, "They have murderous intent on them."
"Then you have to wait for me," Manager Chu closed the book, "If you have murderous intent, don't bring murderous intent when you come to people to do things, otherwise you will show off your airs to them!"
Zhao Ning sat by the window, drinking tea slowly.
Thick smoke billows from the horizon, coming from Yong'an Imperial City.
Although there is still Jingzhao Mansion in the capital, which can temporarily control the overall situation, the imperial city is really too big and there are not that many manpower to fully protect it.
Emboldened gangs are constantly breaking in, burning, killing and looting. As long as one person returns from the imperial city with a full load, it will inevitably attract more jealous and jealous people to join forces to rob. Up to now, about a hundred people have died.
There were only chamberlains and maids left in the palace. Several palaces were set on fire, and no one even tried to put them out.
Zhao Ning looked at the thick smoke, gently turning the tea cup under his lips with his fingers, his eyes far away.
The two men opposite have been talking, trying not to look at Zhao Ning's missing lips, but the more they do this, the more they can't help but look at it.
After finally finishing speaking, they paused and looked at Zhao Ning, not daring to ask whether the other party was listening.
"Okay," Zhao Ning said, "How much silver do you want?"
"There is too much inventory. What we mean is that this number..." The other party held out his finger.
Zhao Ning looked at it and said, "Three hundred thousand taels?"
"No, no, it's thirty thousand taels." The fatter man said hurriedly, fearing that Zhao Ning would stop talking.
"Thirty thousand taels?" Zhao Ning raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid of losing money?"
"But if you want silver in cash, you can convert it into gold." The man said, carefully observing Zhao Ning's expression.
Miserable losses are inevitable. If you hoard these goods, you will owe a lot of debt. But there is no way. It is impossible to take these goods out of the capital, and they will most likely be robbed. It is better to exchange them for how much money you can get.
"It's really not possible," the man said again, "How about changing to some food?"
"Cash the money," Zhao Ning said, "It must be cash, fifty thousand taels, how about it?"
The man was stunned, and he and his companion looked at Zhao Ning in confusion, suspecting that they heard wrongly.
Zhao Ning had put down the tea cup and went to get paper and pen.
The two men looked at her writing in black and white, and did not dare to ask why. When they were about to sign the payment, Zhao Ning raised his head and asked, "Are you sure you want to discuss this business?"
"Yes, yes." said the fat man.
The companion also nodded.
"Okay." Zhao Ning responded and wrote down the signature.
There were three in total. She signed her name and pressed the ink pad with her thumb.
The two men also wrote down their names and pressed their fingerprints one by one.
After it was done, the two men finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and left without asking any more questions.
The lobby downstairs was full of people. When they saw two men in rich clothes coming down, many people frowned in displeasure.
This is too long, so how long do we have to wait?
The two men were very good at reading their faces. They smiled awkwardly at everyone and walked out.
When they passed the southeast side of the hall, they were attracted by a few people on the side and turned to look.
There is a woman sitting in the middle, wearing a green satin dress, some of her hair is slightly pulled up, and the rest is long, her face is covered with gauze, her eyebrows are beautiful, but her eyes are not as full as those of a girl, and there are many fine lines around them.
Something... looks familiar.
As if noticing their gazes, the woman looked up with cold eyes.
The two men quickly looked away and left the lobby.
"It looks like we have to wait a long time," said a man behind Yan Qinglin, "Madam, may I go and talk to you again?"
"Go." Yan Qinglin said.
She doesn't have much time and really doesn't have the patience to wait.
At this time, a waiter came from the inner hall with a book and shouted while looking at the book: "Sorry, sorry, who is the shopkeeper Zhai?"
"I, it's me." An older man stood up.
As the guy was about to pass, the man behind Yan Qinglin shouted loudly: "It's us!"
With that said, the man walked out, looked at shopkeeper Zhai, and warned with his eyes: "Manager, could you please help me?"
