When night fell, the lights were lit in the Taiping House, but there were no guests in the hall.
The two men were leaning on the counter, staring blankly at the lanterns fluttering in the wind outside. Occasionally cars and horses passed by on the official road not far away.
"It seems no one is here." The man said, standing up straight and stretching, "Close the door."
"Nightclub late-night snackers, what if there are people at night?" another said.
"This is the official road leading directly to the capital. It's neither far nor close. The city gate is closed, so there's no one there in the middle of the night." The man from before said.
The two were arguing when someone walked in from behind.
"Third brother," they called hurriedly.
Xu Maoxiu nodded.
"Close the door," he said.
The two men responded, stood up, turned off the lights, and installed the door panels.
Xu Maoxiu turned around and entered a room on the side. There were three people in the room. Li Dashao and an old man stood up to greet them.
Xu Maoxiu sat down and looked at Fan Jianglin's account books.
"Do you take inventory every day?" He smiled, "No need."
Before Fan Jianglin could speak, Li Dashao spoke first uneasily.
"My boss, it's because it just opened. Now, the business is not so good." He murmured.
"Popularity needs to be nurtured. It took Zuifeng Tower several years to support people," the old man said.
This is the old shopkeeper introduced by Li Dashao.
"Shopkeeper Wu." Li Dashao hurriedly whispered, winking at the old shopkeeper, "Listen to what my boss has to say."
Don't always mention Fenglou.
It's good for the old man to have experience, but the bad thing is that he always likes to talk about the past and compare himself to his past employers.
Xu Maoxiu smiled and nodded.
"Shopkeeper Wu is right," he said, "Popularity needs to be cultivated, and it's best to gather it slowly."
Shopkeeper Wu laughed.
"My boss understands that back then..." he started to say, but before he could finish his words, Li Dashao, who couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out his hand and punched him, and his words of "Zui Feng Lou" were swallowed back.
Fan Jianglin and Xu Maoxiu just pretended not to see their little moves and listened with smiles.
"... Dalang's cooking skills have been around for many years. There is no problem with the food. It's just that the reputation of Shenxianju has come and gone, which has lost the popularity here, so we have to improve it slowly." Shopkeeper Wu continued.
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Xu Maoxiu nodded.
"It's getting late, you should go and have some rest. You have to worry a lot in the store every day," he said with a smile.
Li Dashao and shopkeeper Wu both quit.
"They were even more nervous than us when we arrived. They were afraid that the store would not be able to open." Fan Jianglin said with a smile.
"No wonder they are nervous." Xu Maoxiu looked at the account book and said with a smile, "Looking at it like this, it's really hard to open it."
"The main thing is popularity." Fan Jianglin said, "If we can't attract popularity, we really can't help our sister. We really feel sorry for her for leaving her business to us."
Xu Maoxiu was silent for a moment and smiled.
"Brother, actually, my sister didn't expect us to help her." He said, "Is she helping us or thanking us."
"I know how we, who only know how to fight, can help her." Fan Jianglin said, and smiled bitterly, "Wrong, it should be that we don't even know how to fight."
"What we can do to help her is to guard this store calmly." Xu Maoxiu said, "Didn't she say that we should do what we should do? What we should do is to be the owner of this store steadily. If we can't do it, force ourselves.
If I try to worry, it will only cause trouble for her."
Fan Jianglin smiled.
"Yes, that's right, let's guard this store for my sister. It's not popular now, so we'll guard it. When it becomes more popular in the future, we'll have to guard it even more if something happens." He smiled.
However, I wonder if there will be a day when Xiao Xiaolai becomes jealous and causes trouble, or if that day comes, will they still be able to move?
When the sky was dark, the servants of the Zhou family were already busy.
In the laundry room, Banqin was the first to get up, but she was also the last to leave.
First, he covered the charcoal fire in the room, then put away the combs, mirrors, etc. that the other girls had thrown around, and then carefully swept and tidied the room, and then came to the eating place. By this time, the others had already finished eating and dispersed.
, the wooden barrel for serving rice is still there, and there are messy dishes and chopsticks piled on the other side.
First, he picked up a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, scooped out some leftovers from the wooden bucket and ate them in a hurry, and then packed up the bowls and chopsticks piled up by others after finishing and sent them back to the kitchen.
These are things she is used to doing every day. She doesn’t find it difficult to lift the bowls and chopsticks racks. She can finish them in two trips and a cup of tea, and then she starts what she should be doing.
work.
But when she walked out the door today, she heard someone screaming her name.
"Banqin!"
Banqin hurriedly put the frame in her hand carefully on the ground to avoid breaking the dishes. Her monthly money was not enough to compensate, so she hurriedly responded.
"Sister, what's wrong?" she said, looking at the two girls standing by the bathing pool.
A girl turned back and looked at her with an angry look.
"Did you soak up yesterday's clothes?" she asked.
Banqin nodded, she did most of the work in the washing yard.
"Look at the good thing you did!" Another girl screamed, reaching out to fish out a piece of clothing from the pool.
Banqin took a few steps forward, and her wet skirt was colorful in the morning light.
Banqin's eyes widened instantly.
"What, what, what is this?" she said, taking a few steps forward, not caring about the cold and biting water, and picked up another one from it.
The originally plain skirt has been dyed in various colors.
"This is Madam's favorite dress. They are washed separately. When will it be your turn to wash it, you despicable thing?" A girl shouted first, with a slap in the face.
Banqin was caught off guard and was so confused that she was slapped and fell to the ground. She grabbed the wet dress in her hand and fell on her body, which was soaked immediately.
"Someone come quickly, someone come quickly, something happened."
The shouts of the girls rang in my ears, and the footsteps came in confusion.
Banqin sat on the ground, pulling the dress in his hands randomly. His eyes were full of colors, and he could neither see nor hear anything.
How could this happen? How could this happen?
There were many people standing in the washing yard, whispering and pointing towards the room.
A woman left her dress on the ground and looked at the kneeling Banqin with a heavy expression.
"What's going on?" she asked.
A maid next to me hurriedly stood up.
"Mother Jiang, this is all our laundry room's fault." She said with an uneasy look.
"Isn't it your fault, or is it our fault?" Jiang's mother shouted coldly.
The servants on both sides were silent and did not dare to speak.
"You can't hide this from Madam. Whatever you girl said, think about it yourself." Mother Jiang said lightly and walked away.
The other people in the room rushed him out in a noisy manner, and two maids set up Banqin to follow.
The crowd attracted a lot of attention along the way, and Qin couldn't even hear the comments. She staggered as she walked, tears rolling down her face.
What should I say? How should I say it?
She made a mistake, what should I say?
"You were wrong. You shouldn't have said so many words at that time."
"What should I do, slave?"
"Say, if you don't make the decision yourself, let them come to me."
"Why? How can I push it on my wife?"
"Because, I am your wife."
The last time she was caught in the wrong, she was ignorant, but she was taught by her mother.
When she encountered a mistake this time, she remembered her mother's teachings, but she no longer had a mother to rely on.
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