The day passed quickly.
Erzhu held a book in his hand, flipping through it repeatedly under the oil lamp after taking a bath.
"Father, it seems the Gu family hasn't come out yet..."
Chen Xian nodded: "Rest, reading at night is bad for your eyes."
Dazhu seemed to be staying in a room with a courtyard for the first time. He looked around at the stars outside, when he suddenly heard a soft snore from next door: "Father, who's next door? A servant who looks after the courtyard?"
Chen Xian chuckled and said, "You know him? It's too late now, let's talk about it another time."
This only intensified the curiosity of the Chen brothers.
The next day, as dawn broke.
In the morning, the Chen family would use poplar wood toothbrushes sprinkled with salt to brush their teeth and wash their faces.
Then he got up and practiced his boxing.
Chen Dazhu and Chen Erzhu did indeed learn quite a few moves from Su Wenhao.
There is a rock the size of a washbasin in the yard.
The two brothers slightly parted their feet and then slowly pressed their entire bodies and arms against it.
It actually looks quite convincing.
He actually picked up the stone.
Chen Xian's eyelids twitched violently at the sight.
He also practiced boxing with the two brothers and tried to lift a stone, his face turning slightly pale.
The stone remained completely still.
Erzhuzi asked with a smile, "How is Father?"
Chen Xian: "Nothing special."
Erzhuzi pursed his lips slightly.
Someone next door had already opened the door.
Chen Erzhu turned his head and exclaimed, "Grandpa Zhao, it's you!"
Chen Xian invited Old Man Zhao to have breakfast, but the old man refused.
I randomly picked a stall, ordered two steamed buns, and went back inside.
Chen Dazhu shook his head and said, "Grandpa Zhao is too stubborn."
Chen Xian: "Yesterday during dinner, I called him, but he didn't want to."
Erzhuzi suddenly remembered something, "Not necessarily, maybe it was arranged by my father. I remember he has a grandson who is also studying in the village."
That's right.
Perhaps he didn't want to do what he didn't want to do, but he was also worried that his father would use means to expel his grandson from school.
I've always been conflicted about how I do things.
The three of them ate six meat buns, six golden and crispy fried dough sticks, and a bowl of oil tea each.
Clear division of labor.
It was noon.
Chen Xian glanced at the sky, thinking that his two sons were going to have worked for nothing again.
Dazhu hurriedly said, "Father, a young master came out of the Gu family. He was pale and handsome. Is he Gu Er?"
They're heading towards Baiweilou.
Chen Xian calmly said, "I'll go and confirm if it's him first. You go and gather Erzhu and Old Man Zhao together, and wait for me to come back."
"yes."
Chen Xian left but returned.
He patted his eldest son on the shoulder with a smile.
"Well done, boss."
"Hehe, Dad."
Chen Xian asked earnestly, "Uncle Zhao, is there any problem now?"
Old Zhao let out a long sigh and smiled helplessly: "Since I learned this skill, this is the first time I've done something like this."
Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I've already got the information from both of them.
Since I've already promised you, I might as well help you to the end.
Chen Xian was slightly surprised. Good heavens, he had underestimated this old man. In just one month, he had mastered the voices of two people, especially by imitating and memorizing them from a distance.
It's absolutely terrifying.
Chen Xian instructed, "Erzhuzi, put on some makeup, find an opportunity, and send a letter to Gu San, asking him to go to the VIP room and say that Wei Yihong, the head of the Wei family, wants to see him and asks him to come over."
"good."
Erzhuzi's calligraphy flowed like dragons and snakes. He had changed into a servant's outfit, smeared a layer of ginger juice on his face, and huddled up, looking like a skinny monkey.
Then Chen Xian, Da Zhu, and Old Man Zhao also changed into luxurious clothes, and their faces were also covered with a layer of ginger water-like substance. Their abdomens were stuffed with coarse cloth, and Chen Xian and Old Man Zhao immediately looked bloated.
Then Chen Xian went to the pharmacy and bought a few packets of sleeping pills, saying he couldn't sleep at night. At first, the shop assistant asked around and insisted that Chen Xian write down his address.
Chen Xian decisively wrote down: Wei the old man of the Wei family, Wei Guang, the steward of the Wei residence.
Finally, Chen Xian couldn't resist taking out more silver, and the matter was finally settled.
Chen Xian moved extremely quickly, rushing out of the cloth shop in a flurry of activity.
Uncle Fu was checking the storeroom in the backyard when he noticed Chen Xian wasn't there. He asked curiously, "Shuisheng, where did the second manager go?"
"I don't know, maybe he had something urgent to attend to and left in a hurry."
"That's strange."
...
Chen Xian arrived at Baiweilou Restaurant.
I was lucky.
Neither the "Di" (地) nor the "Ren" (人) grade rooms were reserved.
Chen Xian found the steward and said, "Serve the dishes in these two private rooms right now. I don't care what methods you use. I'm starving and I'm entertaining my guests."
Nine dishes and a soup, prepare them for me in fifteen minutes.
The manager was a little embarrassed and smiled apologetically: "Sir, no, we simply don't have enough time to prepare two tables in a quarter of an hour."
Chen Xian: "Why don't we just go and snatch the food from the other tables that haven't been touched?"
The manager shook his head and said, "No, that won't do. We don't have that rule. It's always first come, first served."
Chen Xian laid out the silver and said in a deep voice, "And now?"
The person in charge seems a bit inflexible.
They just won't budge.
Hearing the commotion, Manager Jiang quickly came over with a smile and said, "Sir, it's like this, our shop does have such a rule, otherwise there would always be people coming later. It wouldn't be appropriate for them to want to eat early, would it?"
Chen Xian tossed out a silver note, but Manager Jiang remained unmoved.
He took it out again and apologized with a smile.
Chen Xian had a toothache.
Chen Dazhu glanced indifferently at the solid wood counter, slowly bent down, then stretched out his arms, his fingers hooked into the gaps in the wood, and pondered for a moment, which startled the shop assistant who was leaning over the counter to do the accounting.
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