A bowl flew out from the broken door and hit the floor on the first floor, splashing soup everywhere.
The guests near the stairs were so frightened that they quickly moved away their tables and vegetables for fear of being affected.
Song Yuehua felt that although this person had a bad temper, at least his sense of taste was normal.
Hou Wu came over quickly and whispered, "This is the county magistrate's youngest son. No one can afford to offend him."
The county magistrate’s youngest son?
Song Yuehua remembered, was it the kid who had a fight with Xie Wenwu in the school?
The shopkeeper hurried to the room and said all the nice things he could, but the other party still didn't give him the slightest bit of face, and the group of people went downstairs in a hurry.
The man in the lead had disheveled hair, loose clothes, a long sword tucked crookedly on his waist, and two young men followed behind him.
The waiter took the purse, slammed it on the counter, and said arrogantly, "Check out!"
"Including the door, let's calculate how much silver it costs. But let me be frank. If you still dare to let people eat this kind of stuff, you can't do business in the restaurant anymore. Switch to selling slop!"
Song Yuehua agreed that the noodles were indeed not worth the price.
The shopkeeper came crawling over, his old waist almost bent to the ground, and said humbly.
"I won't take the money, I won't take it. Please be kind, Third Master. From now on, whenever you come to our shop, I'll give you a free meal!"
Yan Feng stopped in his tracks, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said sternly, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? If your ears are useless, I'll cut them off for you!"
Just as he was about to draw his sword, the quick-eyed and quick-handed servant stopped him.
The servant scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't care about your little tricks!"
The young man traveling with him also sighed, "With such a poor eye, he still wants to be the shopkeeper. I think he should resign and go home to farm!"
Seeing Yan Feng's increasingly impatient expression,
Song Yuehua and Guo Huaizhong whispered, "Hurry up and settle the bill. If you wait any longer, they will really chop down this counter."
Guo Huaizhong was hiding aside and trembling. When he heard this, he didn't think much about it and his fingers left afterimages.
After he finished the calculation, he said tremblingly, "Five bowls of noodle soup and a door, a total of eight taels of silver."
The servant took out eight taels of silver and slammed them down on the counter, cursing, "Why didn't you just say so earlier? You're making my master angry!"
Yan Feng saw several people leaving the restaurant.
I don’t know if it was Song Yuehua’s illusion, but after Yan Feng went out, he glanced in her direction.
Damn it!
Don't let this lunatic target you.
Song Yuehua called Hou Wu to leave quickly.
After leaving the house, Hou Wu knew without asking that there was no hope for Guo Huaizhong.
I cursed in my heart, this idiot, he was trying to please others and missed such a good opportunity, he deserves to be a bookkeeper for the rest of his life.
The last one is the old scholar from Daozhu Village.
Daozhu Village is quite far from the county town, so Hou Wu gave the address to Song Yuehua.
It’s getting late today. It’s not too late to go tomorrow.
After returning home that day, Song Yuehua went to Ma Ye's house to book a car for tomorrow. When she learned that she was going to invite a teacher, Ma Ye agreed without hesitation.
The next morning, the two drove a ox cart to Daozhu Village together.
It was rare for Master Ma to only bring one person along, so the two chatted along the way and asked about the enrollment. "Daya, how much does your school cost? Are there any requirements?"
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "People from our own village don't have any other expenses. The main expenses are on paper and ink. Don't worry about your request. Anyway, anyone can come in."
Master Ma grinned happily and said, "Really? That's good! That's good!"
When Master Ma was in a good mood, he cracked his bullwhip loudly.
Daozhu Village.
Almost everyone knew about the old scholar's situation. Some said good things about him, while others said bad things about him.
The people who said it was good were because the only scholar in the area came from their village, and the villagers were proud of it.
Those who speak negatively of him do so because the old scholar always failed the imperial examinations and spent all day at home reading books without doing any work, and his children worked hard to support him.
Apart from the name, there is no other benefit from it.
Seeing is believing.
Now that Song Yuehua is here, she must meet someone.
The old scholar's surname was Sun. His children were not at home. It was Sun's old wife who opened the door. When she heard the purpose of Song Yuehua's visit, she was immediately delighted.
Song Yuehua and Master Ma waited in the main hall for a long time before Mr. Sun finally arrived.
"I heard that you want to invite me to be a teacher in the village school?" Sun Xiu asked Master Ma slowly.
"That's right," Song Yuehua continued, "Do you have any intention in this regard?"
Seeing that it was a child who was talking, Sun Xiucai frowned and scolded, "Why are you interrupting when the adults are talking? Are you the one who is in charge?"
Knowing that he had misunderstood, Master Ma smiled awkwardly and said, "Master is right. Miss Song is the boss, and I am just a coachman."
Sun Xiucai's expression changed, and he said unhappily, "Where did you come from, little kid, to dare to play tricks on me!"
"No, no..." Grandpa Ma quickly stood up and was about to explain.
Mr. Sun waved his hand and was about to leave.
"Master Sun, we come here to invite you sincerely..." Master Ma explained hurriedly.
"Letting a child talk to me is called sincerity?" Mr. Sun asked back.
"Mr. Sun!" Song Yuehua stood up and said calmly, "The village is building a school, and we really came to invite Mr. Sun sincerely. How can we say it's a joke!"
"Master, you didn't ask the reason, didn't distinguish right from wrong, and just made a rash judgment because I was too young. We are the ones who disturbed you this time. Grandpa Ma, let's go!"
"Hey! Hey!"
The scholar's old wife rushed in, grabbed Song Yuehua and begged.
"Don't be angry, girl. This old stubborn man has no ill intentions. Just talk it out and have a good conversation."
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