Mu Zili, however, only poured himself a cup of tea, lowered his head to smell it, then put the tea cup down, smiling silently.
"You...you stupid idiot! Don't pretend to be stupid! You couldn't help him move the tables and chairs just to show me?! Then what's going on with this mahjong?"
Meng saw that there was a smile on his lips, but he didn't speak and became more and more angry.
Fortunately, Gong Bo Long Hai was very smart. Hearing what the master said, he immediately understood that the master wanted to play mahjong. He quickly turned around and called the attendant Shi Hai who was waiting in the corridor, and said: "Shi Hai, sit down! The day before yesterday
Do you still remember the rules I taught you?"
Shi Hai hurriedly walked up to him, raised his hand and scratched his forehead, and said with a naive smile: "Remember it, Young Master!"
"Just remember, hurry up and sit down!" Shi Meng stepped forward and pressed Shi Hai on the chair. He also hurriedly sat down, grinned, and said: "Quickly! Shuffle the cards! Why are you standing still?
?Waiting for the candy? But we have agreed in advance that we will always play with money, and we are not allowed to cheat!"
Seeing that she no longer had a frown on her face, Mu Zili slowly moved the tea cup away and followed her example in placing the cards.
Although Gongbo Longhai's master and servant movements were slower, they still managed to code the mahjong tiles crookedly.
But when Shi Hai heard her talk about playing with a piece of money, his expression immediately changed. You must know that his monthly salary is only ten pieces of money, but Simeng is the master of the young master. He didn't want to say it but didn't dare to say it.
, I had to hold it in my heart.
Just when he was struggling whether to tell the young master, he heard Shi Meng, who was sitting opposite her, shout, "What a fool!"
Shi Hai's heart was in his throat, and the cards in his hand fell to the ground. Before he could ask, Shi Meng had already pouted to indicate for them to look at the cards she had pushed down in front of them, stretched out her hands and said with a smile: "Look at it.
All in one package! Fifteen strings per person! Come on, come on! Get the money! Don’t cheat!"
When Gongbo Longhai and Mu Zili lowered their heads to take the money from their arms, they heard Shi Hai fall to his knees with a "pop" sound, kowtowed to Simeng and said: "Miss Meng, please be kind, I will give you one month's money."
I’m only ten thousand dollars, and I have a family to support, and I really don’t have that kind of cash, so please kindly ask Miss Meng to help me keep accounts first.”
When he knelt down, the situation suddenly became awkward. Simeng hurriedly lowered himself down to help him up, patted the back of his hand gently and said, "Okay, okay! I'm joking with you, just for fun."
Oh, I'm just happy. How can I really ask for your hard-earned money! Sit down quickly! This one doesn't count, you have just learned it, you are still unfamiliar, start over!"
As she said this, she pushed down all the cards in front of her and recoded them. Shi Hai saw that she was serious, so he sat back down again. At this time, Gong Bo Long Hai, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and whispered in his ear.
He whispered, "Play well with Master. If Master is happy, he will be rewarded by you. In addition, I will pay for you if you lose, and if you win, it will be yours! Don't be a spoiler!"
With the young master's words, Shi Hai felt like he had been given a shot in the arm, and his condition immediately changed.
In the next three laps, I could almost only hear his voice calling Hu. Even Mu Zili, who had never cared much about money, began to look at the unremarkable attendant in front of him in a different light.
Not to mention Xi Meng, who was originally chatting and laughing about starting over, but when she handed the last piece of money she had to Shi Hai in the fourth round, she finally lost her composure, "Are you the God of Wealth?
! Hey! It must be the case. This girl is crazy. If she continues to lose, she will lose all the money she has to buy clothes on the street tomorrow."
Shi Meng was not originally a superstitious person, but for her, a master of the hemp altar, the current situation could only be explained by the theory of gods and monsters.
Because of the previously agreed upon rules, although Gong Bo Long Hai was a little displeased, it was hard for him to attack Shi Hai. After all, he had earned the money back through his own efforts. He could only blame the three of them, his master and his apprentice.
Skills are inferior to humans.
In the next few days, Xi Meng never mentioned playing mahjong again. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to lose, but he felt that his skills were inferior to others and he didn't dare to ask for trouble anymore.
Although she lost a pastime, it did not hinder her mood at all.
She still slept until three o'clock in the morning every day, ate some simple porridge, and then dragged Mu Zili and Gongbo Longhai to accompany her around. Every time she went out on the street, she would leave empty-handed and return with a full load.
If he didn't know her very well, Mu Zili would really doubt whether she wanted to buy the entire Xuanyang City.
He knew that she didn't really like those clothes and jewelry, she just liked the feeling of buying things. It had been nearly three months since she came to Xuanyang from Bingzhou, and she had always been wearing those two clothes and the things she bought back.
Most of them were given to the maids who served, and even the aunts who cooked in the kitchen also had a share.
But in addition to clothes, there is another item that she particularly likes to buy. Unfortunately, there are only two stores in Xuanyang City that sell this item.
In addition to Gongbo's Wanfuju, there is also a bronzeware specialty store opened by Shangguan's family, another wealthy family in Xuanyang.
Wanfuju is like a grocery store, selling all kinds of food and clothing, but Shangguanjia's bronzeware specialty store only specializes in all kinds of bronzeware.
Not to mention swords, there is a separate room dedicated to the sale of bronze cauldrons. This cauldron is not a sacrificial cauldron, but a cauldron that every household uses for cooking.
Calling it a tripod was not entirely true. It was not as tall as the tripods she had seen before, and its shape looked more like a rice cooker from her world.
But the boss was 100% sure with her that it was used for cooking, and the tripod used for cooking corn rice was in another shape, like a sugar bowl.
There are various types of cooking pots in the store, some are open, some are round, and some are just like the frying pans used by Westerners.
She was originally someone who loved to show off her cooking skills, but she suddenly bought most of the cauldrons from other people's stores.
Because the shopkeeper recognized her as a friend of the young master of the Gongbo family, he almost thought that she was sent by Mr. Longhai to mess up the business. Fortunately, her bargaining skills were surprisingly good, and she was stunned and confused.
Seeing her move all the fine tripods away at the low price of ten guan.
Afterwards, when the shopkeeper came to his senses, he stared blankly at the ten guan of money in his hand and the empty shop, feeling a burst of regret in his heart.
Unfortunately, the most important thing in business is integrity. Since you have already sold, there is no reason to regret it.
Knowing that he was losing money and had no way to explain it to his employer, he could only silently make up for it from his own wages.
That day, Mu Zili helped her move more than twenty cauldrons into the kitchen, which shocked all the cooks to widen their eyes, wondering why.
But Simeng turned a deaf ear to this and took it upon herself to give the cooks a day off. She hid in the kitchen and tried making different dishes using different cauldrons.
That night, in Gongbo Longhai's courtyard, more than 20 people from top to bottom, thanks to the blessing of those tripods, had the honor to dine with him in the side hall.