Speaking of going to Diao’s house yesterday to ask for money, Xiao Qiao got angry when he remembered. How could a dignified concierge like a shrew, he pulled a rope on the beam when he was in a hurry. He stretched his head in and said, "If you want money, you will die. If you don't have money, you will lose your life if you don't have any money."
After that, the guy actually kicked the stool under his feet. It was the first time Xiao Qiao saw that there was such a person in this world who wanted money and life.
Since they are not even calling for their lives, what can I do with my lady
"Ugh… "
"Why are you sighing when you are young!" Wu Zheng asked.
"Uncle, I..." Things are too messy, and Xiao Qiao doesn't know where to start, so he asks: "Uncle, do you think Linghu Deshuo will accept this IOU?"
Wu Zheng thought for a while and said, "It should be! You think about the burning of Wanhuatai, he dare to clearly mark the price. Although we gave an IOU, it is still a million taels of silver! He! Can't you be heartbroken?"
Xiao Qiao said: "But the one million taels have to be obtained from Diao Wumao's iron and fair hands to get money! If you don't have money, it is a piece of waste paper."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "If we don't answer it, it doesn't mean that our right-hand man also won't answer!"
"If this is the case, aren't we at a loss?" Xiao Qiao said with regret.
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Fool, you can buy a life with a million taels of silver, so you won't lose sight of it!"
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Gong Shumei rushed to You Xiangfu with the IOU given by Wu Zheng and knocked on the door of Xiangfu. The door that opened the door looked like a Gong Yimei, and his expression was disgusting.
But when I heard that the public loser Mei said that he came to give his grandfather's money, and it was still a huge sum of one million taels, the door's face immediately changed, and he smiled and invited the public loser into the mansion. And the butler personally entertained them in the flower hall of the Fuzhong.
The housekeeper of the right physiognomy family is a very talkative person. The sentences in the chat with Gong Shumei are all silver, but the word silver is not mentioned in every sentence.
This kind of speaking skill doesn't have the ability to defeat Mei in public. I really can't bear to fight with the butler here and simply hand out the IOU in his arms.
This is really the style of a science man. The straight line between two points is the shortest, so people who know this principle do things so straight.
The butler who got the IOU, opened it and saw the smile on his face immediately stiffened.
After looking at the public loser, he also looked at the IOU in his hand. Let's say that this brave silly boy will be beaten out by Luanbang! But this IOU in his hand is indeed worth a million taels of silver.
One million taels! That was not a small amount. The housekeeper couldn't be the master for a while, so he had to ask Gong Shumei to wait for tea in the flower hall, and ran to the backyard to see what his master meant.
Gong Shumei saw the old butler hurriedly to the backyard. He was already ready to be beaten to death by someone else, and finally saw a glimmer of victory in his heart.
"Does the teacher really lie to me this time? You can get your father out of the death jail in Dali Temple with an IOU?"
Mei was a little excited in the public loss, and her hand holding the tea bowl began to tremble involuntarily. Over the past two days, I have been exhausted because of my father's affairs. It is more uncomfortable than death. Now I finally see a glimmer of hope.
Linghu Deshuo did not roast quail in the Changchun Garden, but roasted quail in an ordinary yard, because the opposite side of this yard was his son's yard, and the door of the yard was open just to see his son's house.
The son is about to go to Hangzhou to take up his post. He hopes to roast quail together before his son leaves.
Nie Chunniang, who was in charge of Linghu Deshuo's daily life, prepared a plate of quail exquisitely, except that a pot of Huadiao wine that had been carefully prepared was replaced with a pot of clear tea, a good tea before the rain.
At this time, Linghu Deshuo put the quail aside, making tea attentively.
This is truly good tea, almost equivalent to gold, and he can't help but not be so serious.
The housekeeper A Shi rushed over with the hem of his robe, and saw his master cooking tea in the rain corridor. He had to slow down and walked over cautiously. (End of this chapter)