Seeing Master Liu coming from a distance, Nie Ling'er and Nie Fan quickly stood up from the stone bench.

"I've met Mr. Liu."

Nie Ling'er took two steps forward, then leaned over slightly to salute. There was no flaw in etiquette.

Master Liu is nearly forty years old. Perhaps he has held great power over the years, which has allowed him to develop an unwarranted dignity. This dignity is not like Qin Jue's, but comes from within. Instead, it is on the surface, reflected in his expression.

And the look in the eyes is intimidating.

"Yeah."

Master Liu responded without raising his eyelids. In recent days, not many people came to submit the opening documents for opening a new store, so Master Liu couldn't help but glance at Nie Ling'er with his peripheral vision, and then looked at Nie Ling'er through his nose.

He hummed: "What's your name? What's your business?"

Nie Ling'er lowered her head slightly, not looking at Master Liu, and responded softly: "My little girl's surname is Nie, her name is Nie Ling'er, and she is in the pickle business."

Looking at this chubby appearance, he really makes a living by eating, Master Liu thought to himself.

It's just that Hou's pickles have already monopolized the market in Changling Town. If this little girl opens a pickle shop rashly, she may be eaten up.

But he won't talk too much. What does the life and death of others have to do with him? The more shops in Changling Town, the better. The more shops there are, the more prosperous they are. When the master is happy, he feels at ease.

A hand stretched out in front of Nie Ling'er's eyes. Upon seeing this, Nie Ling'er quickly took out the document from her sleeve pocket.

Master Liu took it and opened it for a look, and then he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and said in a faint tone: "Is this shop at West Street Entrance the ancestral property of Wu Yuan's family?"

Obviously, Mr. Liu is familiar with the information about the shops at various street corners in the town, and he can immediately tell without hesitation that the shop belongs to Yuan Wu.

"Exactly." Nie Ling'er responded quickly.

Master Liu raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Nie Ling'er across the paperwork, and then said: "The shop in this location is not cheap. It may cost more than a hundred taels of silver in a year."

It could be heard that Master Liu was talking to himself, but Nie Ling'er lowered her head and did not respond to these words.

After a long while, Master Liu gently closed the document, lowered his head to give Nie Ling'er a face, and said: "Our master has a lot of trivial matters on weekdays. This document is usually stamped once every few days. You

There are still many people queuing up here. Come back to the house in a month to get your receipt."

If I come back one month later to get the receipt document, Master Liu is just deliberately trying to manipulate Nie Ling'er.

Nie Ling'er is such a smart person. Since it is her first time to come to the Pavilion Chief's Mansion, she has already made all preparations.

At that moment, he calmly took out a money bag from his body and offered it with both hands: "My little girl is here for the first time. She will inevitably have to rely on Master Liu to take care of her in the future. These coins are my little thought, and I hope Master Liu will accept them."

His manners were skillful and his tone was even more natural, which made Master Liu couldn't help but look at Nie Ling'er twice.

This chubby little girl is really wise. She just made a sideways comment, but she actually understood it.

And judging by the weight of the purse in her hand, it was obvious that she was well prepared. Maybe she would reach out and show her respect without having to say anything.

At present, there is no one else around except the boy beside Master and Nie Fan behind Nie Ling'er. Even if there are others, no one dares to comment on Master Liu's work.

I saw Master Liu reaching for the money bag, weighing it in his hands habitually, and then curling his lips with a smile, obviously very satisfied with the weight of the money bag.

When he spoke again, his tone was much softer: "Looking at how difficult it is for Miss Ling'er to open a shop for a little girl, I will secretly make it convenient for you. Just come back in three to five days to get the receipt."

A bag of silver directly shortens the time for receipt of documents from one month to three to five days. It can be seen that in this era, we cannot escape the law of 'money can make the world go round'.

However, Nie Ling'er has made preparations in advance, which means that she has accepted this rule in her heart. She is just a businessman, and in the eyes of the officials, she is just a servant. Is it possible that she has to break up with Master Liu on this matter?

Bullshit?

That's just a mantis trying to make trouble for himself.

Nie Ling'er would never do such an overestimating thing.

After leaving the pavilion chief's mansion, Nie Ling'er did not forget to remind Nie Fan: "Brother Fan, don't mention today's matter to Brother Yong."

If Nie Yong knew that he was paying homage to Master Liu by spending money on his business, he would definitely offer to share the money. He himself did not have much silver to invest in the shares. If he shared the money, he would not have any shares left.
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Nie Fan nodded, thinking of everything that had just happened, he couldn't help but mutter: "Master Liu doesn't know how much money he has taken from our people in a year, Ling'er, you just gave too much, that money

The bag contains twenty taels, right?"

"We think it's too much, but Mr. Liu may not like it." Nie Ling'er said: "The reason why he is satisfied is because for me, a pickle seller, twenty taels is enough sincerity."

"If we change it to a cloth seller or a casino operator and give him twenty taels as a filial piety, do you think he would be satisfied?"

So Master Liu also divides the dishes among others, which is quite fair. Otherwise, if she is asked to pay a hundred taels to the person who buys pickles? Then it would be better to just close the shop.

And since we plan to use money to buy convenience, it is better to do it in one step and win some favor from Mr. Liu, so that he can provide her with more convenience in the future.

This is the reality, but Nie Ling'er sees it thoroughly and is more adaptable.

Nie Fan nodded belatedly and grinned stupidly: "You still think clearly."

Because there was no carriage today, Nie Ling'er didn't buy anything. Instead, he went to Uncle Soy Sauce and ordered six more cylinders of soy sauce. He also paid for the freight and asked Uncle Soy Sauce to take the soy sauce to the entrance of Shijie Village.

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When the time comes, she will pick him up at the entrance of the village and take him home.

Because we will be pickling pickled cucumbers in a few days, we need a lot of soy sauce.

After finishing this matter, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and there seemed to be signs of rain.

Nie Linger and Nie Fan did not dare to delay any longer and hurried to the village.

When the villagers who built the road saw that the weather was bad, they immediately stopped work to protect the site. Everyone worked together to cover the unused river sand with raincloths, and the flattened road was also covered with raincloths, and they were covered with two layers.

, so that rainwater will almost not seep in, and the surrounding stones will be used to hold it in place to stabilize it.

Building roads is not easy, and everyone doesn’t want to lose all their efforts because of the weather, so whenever the weather is not right, they will immediately stop working and protect everything. This is also the case when they finish work every night.
Chapter completed!