Chapter 67: Clearance at Low Prices "He ran away with his brother-in-law!"...
The road that Gu Xiang had swept so hard in front of Yunlaixiang's shop was now even more shiny, but after one night, it was covered with even more dirt.
Sweep every day, every day.
"The snow has been falling for days, how come it's so thick? I walked all the way here and it's almost up to my knees."
The snow made a crunching sound when it was stepped on. Gu Xiang just stopped at the door of Yunlaixiang and shook off the snow on his trouser legs several times, shivering twice.
"Hurry up and go to the backyard to warm up the fire."
Wei Jinyun was busy with his work. "Walking through the snow now is like wading through water. My feet will get cold soon... Wait until the people under the Street Management Bureau finish sweeping the snow. There will be more people there."
She was making plum cakes by the clay stove at the door.
She had specially commissioned a blacksmith to make a cast iron plum blossom mold. Each mold bore eighteen five-petal plum blossoms, and several were placed on the clay ovens, now scorching hot from the charcoal fire. She slowly ladled the prepared flour paste into the mold, just enough to cover it a third of the way. Then, she scooped red bean paste from a bowl into the grooves, then filled them with batter.
She scattered a handful of plump glutinous rice balls, placed candied dates on each plum blossom, sprinkled raisins on top, drizzled some water on the iron plate, and covered it. She also prepared fillings for meat, sesame, and taro paste.
Soon, various aromas mixed with sweetness wafted into the air.
Gu Xiang stood there for a moment, watching Shopkeeper Wei's deft hands create a variety of pastries. She loved watching her work; she could always find ways to transform flour and glutinous rice flour into sweet and savory treats, like a fairy.
"I have to hurry and light the charcoal and build a few small clay stoves. Guests always come early during the New Year."
After looking for a while, she finally remembered and hurried to leave.
"Wait a minute, try a couple of leftovers."
Wei Jinyun glanced at some scraped-off corners left on the porcelain plate next to him, so he picked up some with chopsticks and handed it over.
Gu Xiang quickly moved forward and opened his mouth to bite it.
The batter has turned into a soft cake. When you chew it, you can taste the mellow aroma of sesame filling, the sour and sweet raisins, the sweet candied dates, and two soft and glutinous little dumplings left on it, which are very chewy.
She chewed with relish, and her brows, which had just been frozen by the wind and snow, curved up. "It's delicious. I can eat the whole plate."
"It smelled sweet as soon as I walked in. It seems Sister Xiang had eaten all the leftovers."
Chang Siyan's shoes made no sound as they stepped on the snow, but she could smell the sweet fragrance first. She moved closer to the plate, glanced at it, and joked with a smile, "If a guest came now, I couldn't tell them to wait a moment because they hadn't had enough cake."
Wei Jinyun was pouring the finished plum blossom cake into a plate warmed in the clay oven. He looked up at her face and said, "Xiao Chang, you haven't coughed much these days."
Chang Siyan immediately straightened his back, placed his hands on his chest and bowed, "That's all thanks to Manager Wei and all the sisters for loving me. A few days ago, I couldn't sleep because of coughing, and it was Sister Wanwu who made me pear soup, Sister Chaojiu who made me Sichuan Fritillaria, Sister Xiang who helped me dry my coat, and you even specially asked Sister Qi to copy a cough-relieving prescription for me. Chang is really..."
"It's even colder than the snow outside."
Gu Xiang couldn't help but shudder again. "Stop chattering away and save some energy to tell jokes to the guests later, or you'll cough so hard that you can't straighten your back."
"I don't cough anymore. It snowed so heavily this year, and I should have had a bad cough this winter. Thanks to the shop, I've had the best year ever. It's so warm inside, I just want to sleep."
Wei Jinyun stopped what he was doing and looked at her seriously. "Xiao Chang, does the doctor say your disease can be cured?"
"This is an old problem I've had since I was a child. The doctor says it's difficult to cure. But don't worry, Manager Wei. I know what I'm doing and I won't be late for work."
The smile on Chang Siyan's face faded a little and he shook his head.
"Follow me and I'll heal you."
Wei Jinyun smiled.
She now has someone to feed her the bitter medicine her grandfather used to feed her when she was little. Her grandfather has several wonderful prescriptions, and he is especially good at treating chronic diseases.
Chang Siyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Oh my, is Shopkeeper Wei trying to cure the disease with some snacks, or is our osmanthus honey actually a panacea?"
"You underestimate your boss, Wei. I'm a professional at making dim sum, and I'm also a professional at preparing food."
"That's good."
Chang Siyan came over to Wei Jinyun and ate a few scraps. "When it comes to being eloquent, Shopkeeper Wei is also a professional... I'm willing to be Shopkeeper Wei's guinea pig. You can drink my medicine or give me some acupuncture."
"Don't shout."
Gu Xiang pulled Chang Siyan's arm and said, "We run a food shop. What Little White Mouse said is not nice. If customers hear it, they will think Yun Lai Xiang is not clean."
"I learned this from Shopkeeper Wei. Besides, with the ingot here, there won't be a single rat in front of the entire Tianqing Temple."
Chang Siyan looked at Yuanbao, who was sleeping on his back in the rattan chair, and asked, "Is that right, Yuanbao?"
Yuanbao rolled over, meowed, and then rolled back to sleep on his back. He was now the raccoon king, and with just a meow the raccoons at Tianqing Temple would obey his orders.
"Don't delay Shopkeeper Wei from making plum blossom cakes. The dough at the back hasn't been kneaded yet. Prepare a few simple things and put them on the steamer first. Customers should be arriving soon."
Chang Siyan was pulled back, and he kept muttering, "Okay, okay, I can also make chestnut cake and golden taro."
Gu Xiang turned around and glared at her, "Go away, you can't even tell the difference between the amount of glutinous rice flour and water, why are you making trouble? Go light the charcoal fire."
"I really can."
As Chang Siyan walked, he said confidently, "Sister Xiang, I'm not just good at talking. I saw Sister Wan Wu do it twice a few days ago, and I memorized it a long time ago. I'm also a professional."
Wan Wu and Chao Jiu arrived almost at the same time. Wan Wu walked into the shop and went to the lobby first. She arranged the stools beside the table neatly as if she was familiar with the place, and then wiped the table surface twice with a towel.
Gu Xiang went to knead the dough, and Chao Jiu went to the door with a broom. The snow had not stopped yet, but the snow at the door was already very thick. She slowly swept along the stone road, sweeping out a narrow path for people to walk.
In the snow nearby, the two sisters and Meng Ge'er were still playing.
Wei Fuling and Meng Ge'er clutched snowballs, their arms clad in the hand warmers Wang Qiulan had newly sewn. These were long, tube-shaped muffs made of thick cloth and silk floss, and Wei Jinyun had wrapped them with oilcloth, which kept the wind out and the snow out. Tucked inside, their little hands were no longer afraid of getting red from the cold.
"Don't throw it on the stairs, or the guests will slip."
Wei Fuqiu didn't join in the fun, instead she sat on a small chair nearby and built a snowman. Luffa and Edamame squatted obediently beside her, slowly making them look their coolest.
For this family portrait, she piled all the small animals in the house into it, and she spent several days on this masterpiece.
Zhang's father sat on a stool at the entrance of the shop, holding a porcelain bowl of steaming rice porridge. A plate of pickled ginger and a few pieces of bacon sat beside him. He used his chopsticks to stir the top layer of porridge and slurp it down, chewing the bacon without much effort.
Looking at the three people playing in the snow, he felt a sense of melancholy in his heart. He wondered when Ren Bai would give him a grandson to play with.
"Grandpa Zhang, are you unhappy?"
After Wei Fuqiu finished counting one, two, three, she turned sideways and asked.
Father Zhang didn't even raise his head, still slurping down his porridge, layer after layer, his brow furrowed from the burn. "I'm not unhappy."
These two girls were the only ones in front of Tianqing Temple who called him that. Later, Meng Ge'er also changed his address from "Uncle Zhang". He had grown up completely.
I'm really used to it.
"But the corners of your mouth keep turning down."
Wei Fuqiu said seriously, "Lingjie and I are playing in the snow here, and I heard you sigh more than twenty times."
"Uncle Zhang, I haven't seen you open the door much today. Why haven't I seen Master Zhang and Aunt Xu recently? Usually at this time, I can always hear Aunt Xu drying cloth in the yard."
Wei Jinyun, who had just molded two batches of plum blossom cakes, heard the noise and started a conversation.
Father Zhang then raised his head and glanced at her while holding the bowl. "How dare you ask?"
If it weren't for Wei Jinyun, Renbai might have passed the imperial examination, married, and had a child.
"Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about? What did I do wrong?"
Wei Jinyun spoke slowly.
"Now, the pens, inkstones, and brushes in my shop can't be sold for a cent. What's the point of keeping this shop?"
Father Zhang put down the bowl heavily. The pickled ginger he always liked had no taste at this moment, and he felt only sour and stuffy in his heart.
"Uncle Zhang, are you... going to sell the shop?"
Wei Jinyun's eyes widened, and the confusion on his face became more real.
Zhang's father turned his face away and said in a stern tone, "No, no, why would I sell my shop for no reason?"
He was too embarrassed to admit that he wanted to sell the shop, and he didn't want Wei Jinyun to laugh at him. After all, his own stationery store had so many customers in the past, and Yunlaixiang was just a run-down shop.
Seeing that the customers were about to break down the door of her Yunlaixiang shop, the heartbreaking words they said that day were still vivid in her mind.
It was really unlucky for the Zhang family to meet her.
"Zhang Bo, would you like some plum blossom cake?"
Wei Jinyun didn't expose it, but picked up a piece of plum cake with a bamboo clip and shook it towards Zhang's father.
"I don't want to eat."
Father Zhang waved his hand, his tone very irritated. Seeing that Yunlaixiang was about to receive another customer, he thought about how his own stationery shop had been deserted for days, even the regular customers who used to come here were avoiding him. He felt even more depressed, "What's so good about this greasy sweet food..."
"Then I won't eat. But if you really have something on your mind, Uncle Zhang, please tell me. Your shop is in front of the Tianqing Temple, and there are many scholars and poets coming and going. It's a prosperous shop. If you really have any difficulties, maybe I can help think of a solution. After all, we are neighbors."
Wei Jinyun took her time and cooked the plum blossom cake over a slow fire, which also satisfied Zhang's father's anxious heart.
A handful of small dumplings were scattered down, and with a "sizzling" sound, Zhang's father's anger that had been building up over the past few days came out.
"Sell, I want to sell the shop!"
Father Zhang held it in for a long time before finally shouting out.
But after shouting, he lost his temper again, "I can't sell it! Who would be willing to buy my shabby shop nowadays..."
Wei Jinyun found out.
Too good to be true, it didn’t sell!
She picked up a piece of plum cake to taste.
So sweet!
I don't know what lawyer Zhan's friend said, but someone will definitely buy it for 1,400 guan. Ever since Wei Jinyun came to Pingjiang Prefecture, he's seen so many people with smooth talking skills, and they all have their own tricks up their sleeves.
I really want to learn a few tricks from the dealer.
Wei Jinyun continued, following Zhang's father's lead, "The shop isn't in a hurry to find a buyer, but Uncle Zhang, your shop is overflowing with pens, inkstones, and paper. I heard your hometown is in the north, and the journey is quite long. You're moving back for the New Year, carrying scrolls and inkstones, and it must be a tiring journey."
Her tone was gentle, as if she was trying to enlighten him. Mr. Zhang had been ignored for a while, and now someone was willing to talk to him. Even the person he always used to frame was touched by her, and after a few words, she sighed.
"Who says it isn't? I originally wanted to sell the things at a discount and get some money to take with me, but after asking several people, they either lowered the price too much or simply said they didn't want it. No one was willing to buy it."
Father Zhang sighed and nodded, and the porridge no longer tasted good.
Wei Jinyun finished a whole piece of plum blossom cake and leaned over to ask quietly, "Uncle Zhang, are you really determined to dispose of these things?"
Zhang's father lost the last bit of dignity on his face and nodded with drooping shoulders, "Yes, we've taken back what we can take. What we can't take is useless and will only be a burden."
"Then I can help you sell it."
Wei Jinyun smiled confidently, "You don't have to show up, and you don't have to run the shop anymore. I'll help you sell most of it in the next few days, and I'll sell it at a discount, and I'll give you a lot of money."
"What can you do? You're not going to sell my writing brushes and ink together with your snacks, are you? The Four Treasures of the Study can't be mixed up with these snacks!"
"Don't worry, we won't co-brand. It might just be bad for your reputation."
Wei Jinyun deliberately slowed down his speech, noting the slight change in Zhang's father's expression before continuing, "But since you're going back to your hometown soon, I guess you don't care about Pingjiang Prefecture's reputation anymore, right?"
She was also unwilling to form a joint venture with the Zhang family's stationery store. Not only did no one like to go to his store now, but she would also have to share the profits with him after the joint venture. Given Zhang's father's personality, she didn't know how much advantage he would take. This would not be conducive to letting the Zhang family leave.
The porridge in Mr. Zhang's hand was already lukewarm.
What reputation could the Zhang family still have to ruin? The news of Renbai taking Wushisan was posted on the government office notice and spread throughout Pingjiang Prefecture. Even several academies used it as a negative example to teach their students. When they ran into the shopkeeper they once knew, they would avoid him.
Now he doesn't even dare to look up when he goes out. He always feels that someone is talking about him behind his back. How can he care about his reputation?
Right now, he just wanted to clear out the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone in the shop, sell the shop at a discount, take the money and leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, and never set foot back in Pingjiang Prefecture again.
"As long as I can sell the things and get the money, I don't care about reputation or not. Do whatever you want, just don't let me get involved."
Sometimes he had to admit Wei Jinyun's ability in business.
However, if he were born with this appearance, he would definitely earn a thousand times more money than her.
"Then, after you finish this bowl of porridge, close the shop door and don't show up for the next few days. It will look to the neighbors as if you've already returned home with your belongings. Don't worry, I'll stay in the shop at night, and you can count the money you earn each day behind closed doors."
Wei Jinyun added, "These brushes, inkstones, paper, and inkstones will have to be sold at a discount. It might be a little less than you originally thought. After all, we need to clear them out quickly. Is this okay with you?"
Father Zhang did not hesitate any longer. He just wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible. It was better to have less money than to have it in his hands. He had no choice but to give it a try.
He picked up the bowl of porridge and said, "Alright, whatever you say. As long as we can sell it out quickly, I'll accept making a few cents less."
Father Zhang walked into the shop with an empty bowl in his arms. The door creaked shut and was locked, and there was no sound in the blink of an eye.
Gu Xiang had already put a batch of dim sum on the steamer, and was dusting the dim sum in front of the counter with a feather duster, and then greeted a few customers.
While she was standing at the door sweeping the snow, she heard the conversation between Wei Jinyun and Zhang's father.
"Shopkeeper Wei, the Zhang family is not easy to deal with. When I was buying groceries before, I heard others say that Shopkeeper Zhang was very gossipy behind your back. They said that you, a girl, were restless running a shop. They also made up all kinds of nonsense. They said that your business was so good that you didn't know how much you relied on Lord Lu, so why did you still help him sell goods?"
Gu Xiang knew about Zhang's Stationery Store.
My father said that his family was one of the first to sell the four treasures of the study before Tianqing Temple, and most of their customers were from Zhang's father's generation. When Zhang's father took over the shop, business was already booming, and all he had to do was look after the shop.
"I know."
Wei Jinyun smiled and said, "Your shopkeeper has long ears."
Chang Siyan came over and patted Gu Xiang's arm. "Sister Xiang, you don't understand our shopkeeper Wei. Lord Lu even said she was a rabbit with pericardium. I think she's a sesame dumpling. She looks warm on the surface, but if you bite into it, you'll find she's full of cunning thoughts, even more cunning than a fog demon."
"You and Shopkeeper Wei are talking in roundabout ways again. It's like you're playing riddles. I don't understand. I'll have to ask Sister Qi to teach me more words from now on."
Gu Xiang glared at Chang Siyan.
"Why wait for Sister Qi to teach you? Boss, haven't you seen that the dim sum shop has been getting more and more customers recently? Shopkeeper Wei must be counting money at night until his hands are numb. Boss, hurry up and teach us to practice our arms more. We need to expand the shop."
Chao Jiu smiled as he was making tea on the side.
"You know it again, and you don't sleep with Manager Wei."
Chaojiu pointed at Yuanbao, who was sleeping like a cat even as they were talking, and said, "I guess he didn't sleep at night and just listened to Manager Wei counting money."
Yun Laixiang didn't rest all morning.
The lobby was packed with people. Chang Siyan immersed himself in the crowd of guests, telling jokes while eating a snack. "Try this plum blossom cake. Eating my cake will definitely make you rich next year!"
Chaojiu was running back and forth with the Sun Tarts in his hand. Gu Xiang finished kneading the dough in the backyard and helped Wan Wu to make the mold. In a blink of an eye, Chang Siyan brought the new batch of plum blossom cakes to the lobby to tell jokes and sell them short.
The snow at the doorway was swept and piled up again, but it couldn't stop the people coming and going. Whether it was neighbors carrying food boxes to stock up on dim sum, or traveling merchants drawn in by the sweet aroma, all of them were spending lavishly for the New Year, applying for cards, ordering dim sum, and drawing blind boxes, all in one go.
It was not until the snow had subsided in the afternoon that Wei Jinyun sat down to drink some hot tea. Then he heard some talking and laughing coming from the door. It was his old friend who came as usual.
"Master Tang, Master Wu, Master Zhu! Come in and sit down. Have a piece of plum blossom cake. It's soft and glutinous and tasty. Do you want sweet or salty?"
Wei Jinyun immediately stood up to greet him.
"No, no, no."
Tang Yin quickly shrank back, fanning herself in front of him, and said with a bitter face, "Miss Wei, please don't do that. If Lord Lu sees me, he'll take me straight to the Inspection Office for questioning."
Wu Sheng stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Wei Jinyun, and asked gently, "Miss Wei, do you want our help again?"
"Mr. Wu is indeed clever, worthy of being a talented scholar from the prefectural academy."
Wei Jinyun smiled and nodded, leading a few people to sit at the table.
"You want to draw Meow Meow fanart again?"
Tang Yin waved his folding fan. "How about my painting of the misty sun? Isn't it very attractive to children? Look around Pingjiang Prefecture, which child doesn't have a sunflower to wear... Come to me this time, Miss Lu is busy."
"I'm not busy."
Lu Lantang's voice suddenly appeared behind Tang Yin, "I've already reserved the painting of searching for plum blossoms in the snow, so forget it. It's winter, and you're still holding a folding fan. Aren't you feeling cold?"
She calmly took a sip of tea and took a bite of the sweet plum cake.
Zhu Zhishan laughed at the side, "This is the sandalwood fan that Miss Shen gave to our brother Tang. It's not an ordinary folding fan."
"really."
Wu Sheng took a bite of the Sun Tart and said, "It has become his family heirloom fan."
Tang Yin turned around and quickly turned back, using his fan to support his head.
He suspected that Wu Sheng had been trapped. On the outside, there was Wu Sheng, and on the inside, there was a parrot, chirping and chattering, no longer any trace of the shy young man he once was.
“It’s not painting.”
Wei Jinyun brought a tea bowl and pushed it in front of the group enthusiastically, "I have a poem here that I'd like to share with you all."
Tang Yin and his companions had never read such shocking words in their lives.
The cold wind blew the snow and it hurt my face. At daybreak, a group of students from the prefectural school gathered in front of Zhang's Stationery Store.
Tang Yin and Wu Sheng were holding a red banner in their hands, which read: Zhang Dongsheng owed money and absconded with the money, abandoning the shop and running away.
Zhu Zhishan pulled a few young men from Zhang's company to stand at the front and shouted, instantly attracting the neighbors who were doing morning exercises and buying vegetables.
"Look, look, you don't pay back the money you owe!"
More and more people gathered around, and even Zhao Xiangping pulled Meng Ge'er to the outside of the crowd to watch the fun.
Zhu Zhishan cleared his throat and shouted the lyrics he had prepared. The young men joined in the chanting, and their voices were carried far away by the wind.
"Pingjiang Prefecture, Pingjiang Prefecture, Zhang Ji in front of Tianqing Temple has closed down! Pingjiang Prefecture's largest stationery store, Zhang Ji in front of Tianqing Temple has closed down!
Bastard, bastard Zhang Dongsheng, the shopkeeper Zhang, only loves drinking, whoring and gambling!
He owed two thousand taels and ran away with his brother-in-law!
We have no other choice but to use pen and paper to pay our wages.
The original price of pens, ink, paper and inkstones were two hundred, three hundred, and five hundred wen, but now they are all exactly one hundred wen!
One hundred coins, one hundred coins, one hundred coins in total, one hundred coins in total.
Zhang Dongsheng, you bastard, you bastard Zhang Dongsheng, you are not you are not you are not a human being.
......
Zhang Dongsheng, you bastard, you bastard Zhang Dongsheng, you are not you are not you are not a human being.
We have worked hard for you for several years.
You you you don’t pay me my wages, you please give me back my hard-earned money.
Give me back my hard-earned money!"
When the shouting became more and more lively, the people around were also excited.
Some would point at the closed door of Zhang's shop and talk about it, or ask the waiter if he really owed them wages. Some neighbors whose children needed to go to school would immediately squeeze forward when they heard that everything cost only a hundred coins, hoping to take advantage of the low price to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
The door was opened by the waiter, who was crying and wiping his tears while muttering that Manager Zhang was a piece of shit.
"Who is Zhang Dongsheng's brother-in-law?"
"How did you owe it? You didn't owe it for buying the Five Stones Powder, did you? I heard that stuff is very valuable!"
"This stack of rice paper is mine, I took it!"
"Did you know that these two wolf-hair brushes usually sell for several hundred coins?"
“…”
Seeing more and more people gathering, Tang Yin quickly put the banner aside and shouted with a smile, "Don't worry, everyone, pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all good things, first come, first served!"
I'm not very willing to go to Zhang's Stationery Store to buy things.
But now that Shopkeeper Zhang has run away and is away, the prices of things in the shop have been greatly reduced, enough to cover the wages of several shop assistants. Although people are not innocent, the pens, ink, paper and inkstone are innocent.
Then, go for it!
Wei Jinyun stood at the door of the shop watching the fun, holding the wall with one hand and holding her stomach with the other. She laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking and tears were almost coming out.
Gu Xiang came over, looked at the noisy scene in front of him, and asked in confusion, "Manager Wei, how did you know that Manager Zhang owed someone money? I haven't heard you mention it before."
"How would I know if he owes money? He just made it up. As long as I can sell the stuff, I'll gather people together first."
Wei Jinyun finally caught her breath and wiped away the tears of laughter.
"That's called giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Who made him gossip about our family's manager, saying he was restless and making up those nonsense? Now let him have a taste of what it's like to be talked about by others."
Chang Siyan heard it clearly from the side and immediately responded.
Wei Jinyun smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the young man in the crowd shouting "Give me back my hard-earned money" at the top of his voice. He couldn't help but laugh out loud again and waved his hands, "Let them keep shouting. I can't take it anymore. I need to take it easy. My stomach hurts so much."
Chang Siyan looked at her figure.
It seems that this shopkeeper Wei is better at making jokes than her.
He is very shrewd in business, but Lord Lu can't see through it.
When Wei Jinyun was smiling and drinking tea slowly, Lu Lan came in the wind and snow.
"The day for the Yangtze River inspection has been set. It's three days from now."
Seeing Wei Jinyun still covering her mouth with her hands while laughing, Lu Lan frowned slightly, "I'm going to Changjiang, why are you so happy?"
Wei Jinyun quickly stopped laughing and coughed twice to pretend, "Did I? Am I happy?"
"You have."
Lu Lan sat down at the counter with ease and familiarity. "I came here early in the morning to get those snacks."
“No, no.”
Wei Jinyun poured him some hot tea and said, "I was going to Changmen for something, so I'll take you to the Inspection Office on the way to save you the trip."
Seeing that she was still smiling, Lu Lan let her go, "Are you happy now?"
Wei Jinyun admitted with a smile, "I am very happy, but it is definitely not because Lu Lan is going on a long trip. I was thinking of doing something good while I am there."
"I know what's going on in your head. Those students at the prefectural academy are really willing to shout those words on your behalf in the streets."
"That's natural."
Wei Jinyun picked up the plum blossom cake and placed it on Lu Lan's plate. "They are old customers I met when I first set up the stall. We will be lifelong friends in the future. Helping them for a little bit is nothing."
"Then if I'm free tomorrow, I'll go and shout a few words for you."
"No, no, no! Lu Lan, if you open your mouth, let alone sell things, I'm afraid you'll scare the neighbors away. Lord Lu, just focus on your inspections and be a light to the people."
"Today, a rattan chair."
"You're so rude!"
In just two days, all the pens, ink, paper and inkstones in Zhang's shop were sold out.
Zhang's father stayed in the shop for two days, and the words "he ran away with his brother-in-law" and "give me back my hard-earned money" kept repeating in his ears. At night, he dreamed of a group of people chasing him and shouting "bastard". He woke up with sweat on his forehead.
When the shop was almost cleared, he ran to the brokerage firm with the silver and money, just wanting to sell the shop as soon as possible.
As soon as he entered the house, the broker yelled at him, "Hey, Manager Zhang, why are you still in Pingjiang Prefecture? The rumors on the streets the past two days were that you ran away with your brother-in-law and the money. I thought you were gone long ago!"
Zhang's father's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Don't talk nonsense. Is there a buyer for our shop in front of Tianqing Temple?"
"No, Shopkeeper Zhang, I just spread the news and haven't had time to find a buyer yet..."
The brothel owner rubbed his hands and sighed heavily, glancing at the door from time to time.
Before she finished speaking, footsteps were heard at the door, and Wei Jinyun, carrying a shoulder bag, seemed to be passing by.
"What a coincidence, Shopkeeper Zhang, you're here at the pawnbroker's shop too? I'm here to hire a few new assistants and, by the way, ask the pawnbroker if he has any suitable small houses. I need to buy one next year."
As soon as she saw Zhang's father, she greeted him.
The brothel owner's eyes lit up and he immediately moved over.
"Hey, Shopkeeper Wei, you've arrived just in time! Didn't you tell me a while ago that you wanted to find a shop on Shantang Street to open a branch? I don't think we need to bother with that. Look, Shopkeeper Zhang is planning to sell the shop in front of Tianqing Temple!"
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The author has something to say: The plum blossom cake is super delicious, soft, sticky, fragrant and sweet, both sweet and salty, and it is also shaped like a plum blossom. [Rainbow fart] Welcome my wife to eat it.
Note: The Jiangnan Leather Factory adapted from the paragraph, "Wenzhou, Zhejiang, Wenzhou, Zhejiang..."
Jinyun: There's nothing much to say, I just want to laugh [rainbow fart]
Mr. Lu: Why are you so happy that I'm leaving? [bursts into tears]
(I want to eat a plum cake with nutrient solution filling
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