Great Tang Idyll

Song Jinggong is a liar. He always thinks that he is the most powerful. He does not think about other things at all, and he does not know how to communicate with his peers. It can be said that he is self-sufficient.

Zhang Xiaobao is just grabbing this kind of psychology, and he keeps cheating money. Every time he is a little, even the porter is used.

After Song Jinggong went back in the morning, the more he wanted to get angry, the more he took revenge. In the evening he took the money and hurried back. He met the porter. With the morning experience, this time he has not waited for a speech. The silver handed over.

It’s about half or two, which is nearly double that of Zheng Gongzi’s in the morning. The porter really smiles and smiles. He took the money and flew in like it. After a while, he turned back and showed helpless expression.

Said: "Song Gongzi, management is checking the account, today may not be able to meet with the son, it is better to come early tomorrow."

"Then your wife can be there?" Song Jinggong spent half a pair of silver, is really distressed, so much money, to the concierge.

At this point, I can't talk to the manager, and I will make new demands.

I know that I just heard the words in the right doorway, and the face suddenly became gloomy. I said coldly: "My wife doesn't care for the son, but the son asks."

Song Jinggong stunned and suddenly thought that there are still two children to feed. At this moment, it must be a milk baby. It’s too rude to ask yourself. I look so sad, I don’t dare to make more words, I laugh a little, turn around. I am leaving.

After walking out of dozens of steps, I found that I was going to borrow the house yesterday, think of the meal, and change direction, and go to Wangjiazhuangzi. Who knows who is looking for a clean house, say it, People have to pay for ten books, and the food expenses have doubled.

I think that this food can be better, and I will recognize it when I bite my teeth. After all, I came to Zhangjiazhuang to deceive. It’s not good to go to Gejiazhuang. Who knows that dinner is delivered, it is actually a plate of scrambled eggs, not as good as that egg. Stir-fried leeks, the dish is better in eggs.

Lying on the bed where the boards are hollowing out, the thin layer of scorpion is covered with thatch, and the one that is tied is called a discomfort. The light is just that, and there are mosquitoes flying in the house.

Sleeping last night, the family also gave him a rope made of mugwort to repel mosquitoes. Today there is nothing. This room is next to the yard.

The broken half-window window can be seen from time to time by the bright moonlight, and there are things screaming in the wings and wandering around. Song Jinggong doesn't even dare to take off his clothes. He can cover his face with a blanket that doesn't know what taste, and can't sleep at all.

The buzzing sounds outside the window kept on, and I still had a taste in the past. Today, there is even more flavor.

The night was deep, the vegetables in the yard, the fruit trees planted, and the moisture kept coming to the house. Song Jinggong felt that his hands and feet were cold, and turning over and over to make the body a group could not solve this coldness.

"Old Zhang, old Zhang, open the door, discuss things."

Finally, Song Jinggong, who couldn’t stand this torture, got up and came to the side of a room, gently buckled the door and heard the question inside, which made it clear.

"What's the matter, don't sleep so late?" The person who opened the door was fifty years old and yawned, and asked some dissatisfaction.

"Old Zhang, my house is too cold, I wonder if there is a thin one to borrow and cover me?" Song Jinggong did not expect a villager to dare to speak to him like this, and sadly sighed in his heart and discussed.

"Why are you being shackled? They are all collected. I am going to find you in the middle of the night. It’s a night. What did you think earlier?" The old man refused.

"Really do not have?"

"Not at all, there is a new bed, for the grandson's wife, it is placed in a conspicuous place, spent a whole two or two people to do." The old man said that he sighed the master's home, even this Calculated.

"I bought, one or two silver, I bought it." Song Jinggong's eyes are red, what is a silver or two? Is it satin?

"It still has to work hard to get it." The old man complained that he did not move.

"Add ten extra money." Song Jinggong increased the price.

"Wait." The old man snorted and closed the door, thinking that he was going in and looking for it.

After a full quarter of an hour, I wandered from the inside, and stuffed a group of things together into Song Jinggong’s arms and turned and closed the door.

Song Jinggong held the quilt and felt warmer. He returned to his house and was opened and covered. He couldn’t sleep, so he had to look at the moonlight.

When I looked at it, I saw that I was on the top. The more I saw it, the more I felt that it was wrong. I don’t know if the moonlight was white, or if it was a problem with the color, it was close to the eye, and it was made of thick silk. Even if it is more expensive, it is more expensive than fifty, and it costs a couple of dollars.

This is also the case, but I can see that the dyed place is obviously washed away, and it is also a new one.

Song Jinggong was so angry. After thinking about it, he simply didn't sleep. He stood up and walked to the window. He pushed the other window away and draped the night view.

******

For a few days, Song Jinggong spent a lot of money, and it was removed from Zhang Xiaobao. It added up to a dozen silver coins, including accommodation, eating, drinking and giving gifts. However, he only saw Zhang’s management side, and things were said to be only a partnership. Be a profitable business.

Zhang said that he could not be the master, and he needed to know with his wife.

Who knows this, it’s another few days. If he didn’t spend so much money, he would have gone back. Who is here? I can spend money, don't do things well, he is not reconciled. Today, I finally decided to live in Gejiazhuang, not spending this money.

******

"Xiaobao, have been here for twenty days?" Wang Hao, sitting at the end of a seesaw in the shade of the tree, pressed hard and pressed Zhang Xiaobao over it, then asked.

Zhang Xiaobao shifted his weight and lifted Wang Hao. He replied: "No, it’s just 19 days. After another ten days, the chicken will come out. I haven’t grown up yet. I put it in the Zhuang household toilet, oh The huts, if you eat it, don’t care if you bury it, you are afraid of falling into the pit and drowning, you need to feed some food."

"The sauce is also fast?"

"It’s early, it’s still going to be twenty days.” Zhang Xiaobao estimated the days of the two cows.

"Are you sure someone can buy it? It's nothing but spicy. There is meat inside." Wang Hao also pushed hard, then lifted Zhang Xiaobao, used this to practice the strength of the leg and the strength of the waist, and exercise while playing.

"Absolutely no problem, wait for the sauce to come out, even with the method of making vegetables with sauce, send them to those restaurants, and there are small shops. They sell well, they have to buy sauces, rest, an hour, legs. They are all worn out.

After a while, let Xiaohong go to the kitchen and ask them to make some kelp big bone soup. Didn’t they buy kelp for the first two days? Adding nutrition, it’s not good to drink milk. ”

Zhang Xiaobao came down from the seesaw and walked to the place where there was sunshine outside, soaking up the sun.

Wang Hao also came over, Xiaohong rushed to the kitchen to make things, and came back to give a small slump, placed in the center of the courtyard, hold an umbrella, hide under the shade, look at the two Little ancestors, thinking about their own thoughts.

Usually a little idle, she will make clothes, do it for herself, and do it for Xiaoqi. This time, she said that she didn’t dare to say anything. When she saw her seeing a child, she even took needlework, so no one could help her.

"Xiao Bao, don't always lie down and see how much we have." Wang Hao turned over and asked him on the chin.

"There is not much money, things are accumulated, wait, wait for the autumn harvest."

"You want to dry up in the autumn harvest? I always feel that you are not well." Wang Hao did not know what Zhang Xiaobao was playing at this time.

"How do you say that you can't be safe, you can do it with good intentions, depending on which angle you understand."

"For example?" Wang Hao guided.

"For example, if traders make money, is it good or bad? If you want to make a profit, you can only buy low and sell high." Zhang Xiaobao thought and said.

When Wang Hao, who was there, heard this, he sat up and stared at Zhang Xiaobao and said, "You want to buy food? Do you want to hoard?"

"Don't be stupid, how much money can I have, but also hoarding. I want to buy food locally. Today's harvest is good, food is cheap, and I will sell it elsewhere next year and make a lot of money." Zhang Xiaobao finally said the purpose.

"Where?"

"You can't say first, if you speak with anyone, the secret is no longer a secret." Zhang Xiaobao refused again.

"I don't ask in the future, you think about the Song liar, how can he lie."

"I am not a god, not a monster, wait, let Zhang control things come out tomorrow, the soldiers will block."

******

On the following day, Song Jinggong came to the yard again. Once a day, he had become a habit. He thought that there would be no gains today. Who knows that the concierge took the money he gave him to inform, and Zhang Guanwu actually came out personally. .

"Oh, Song Gongzi came here, waiting for a long time? Come with me." Zhang Guanwu enthusiastically led Song Jinggong into the living room, so Song Jinggong was a little unaccustomed.

When the two people sat down, the next person sent the boiled tea and drank a few mouthfuls. Zhang said, "The Song Gongzi is here for many days. Is it important to do it? Today, it takes a few days for my wife to go out to work. Back, everything in Zhuangzhong was handed over to Zhang, and Song Gongzi said something."

Song Jinggong heard the words of Zhang Guanzhi, and in his heart, he tempted and asked: "Can money be the master?"

"Rather, my family has been managing things for Zhang family for generations, and the money is dispatched in the district. It is all right." Zhang Guanji said a little proudly.

"Oh, so to speak, Zhang Guanzhi is also very respectful in this family, and congratulations to Zhang." Song Jinggong flattered.

"Well, let's say, Song Gongzi still said what to do here." Zhang Guanyin eyes squinted, it seems to be boastful.

"That's good, Song said this, I have a shop in Sanshui County, specializing in antique calligraphy and painting." Song Jinggong said softly.

"Oh? But let me buy some calligraphy and painting?" Zhang asked.

"No, it is another matter of doing business and making money." Song Jinggong finally said what he thought was tempting. 2k novel reading network