"You lose my kerchief! You lose my kerchief!"
"Uuuuuu, everyone is here to comment, this good road is not going, I have to hit my stall, now it's all right, all the good veils have fallen into the mud, how can you sell me!"
Yan Shi, who was grabbed by his clothes and refused to leave:...
Yan Jiu endured a smile and looked at Yan Shi with a helpless look. He reluctantly stepped forward and said to the woman: "This lady, this matter is indeed our fault. Please calm down first and we will definitely compensate you. You Wipe your tears first and add up the losses. We have a lot of money. What do you think?"
The veil on the ground is not a good material, and Yan Jiu shouldn't be fooled by this thing.
He simply took out an ingot of gold from the purse and handed it to the woman, "Is this enough?"
The woman who was still crying was suddenly unable to move her eyes away by the golden ingot flashing in front of her.
In fact, the veil on the ground can still be sold if you take it back and wash it.
But the man certainly didn't understand these principles. She collected the money, and no matter how dirty she was, she quickly picked up the veil on the floor, planning to close the stall and go home.
This ingot of gold is enough for her whole family to chew for several years. How could she not be happy in her heart? !
Yan Shi breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave Yan Jiu a thumbs up, "Yan Jiu, you still have a way."
Yan Jiu rolled his eyes, "You can have a snack! The solution that can be solved with money, can it still be a trouble?"
After all, Yan Shi was urged to get in the car quickly, so they rushed to the post house to rest. The horrible weather in Dianzhou is not only unbearable to the eleven people, but he is not much better!
It was too late to say that it was fast, and the carriage had just returned to the right track, and suddenly a woman's voice came from the side.
"Sister Chen, what's the matter? Why did the veil fall into the mud?"
The woman's voice was lightly rippled, listening in the winter, becoming more comfortable, Yan Jiu couldn't help but look more.
Suddenly heard Yan Liang's voice from inside the carriage, "Stop!"
The voice was no longer calm, the car door was pushed open, and countless fluctuations surged under the face that looked like an immortal.
"The son?"
Yan Liang ignored him, opened the small window and looked at the place where the woman was talking.
Yan Jiu scratched his head and didn't understand what the son had heard. The reaction was so big.
But Yan Shi had lived with Yan Liang in Taohua Village for more than half a year, and he was stunned when he heard the woman's voice.
This, why is this voice so similar to Madam Mu
Su Kui let out a sigh of vain, and walked forward to help the woman. After finishing the packing, she heard the woman say: "Ah, it's also bad luck. The stall just set up was knocked over by a carriage." She pounded her sore waist, raised her hand and pointed, "Hey, that's the one!"
Su Kui smiled, "It's okay if people are fine, and the money can still be earned," he said, raising his eyes to look in the direction of the carriage.
At this sight, I was stunned.
It was a pair of eyes that were as deep as a sea of ink, with emotions surging up and down, as if stormy waves, all hidden in his eyes.
Su Kui was shocked not by his eyes, but by his extremely familiar face.
"Young Master Yan?"
When the future has time to react, the name has been blurted out.
Yan Shi was overjoyed, "Mrs. Mu, it's really you!!"
A quarter of an hour later.
A teahouse somewhere in Dianzhou.