Chen Jinjun arrived at Chen Mansion early in the morning.
As soon as she opened the door of Chen's mansion, she saw Yang Qing watering the flowers.
Yang Qing heard the sound and turned around to look at her: "My boss is here."
Chen Jinjun nodded: "How are you? Are you feeling better these days?"
Yang Qing put down the kettle in his hand and patted the water drops on his hand.
"I would also like to thank my employer for taking me in," he let out a long sigh. "I have never married, and I have no children. I am so erratic. If my employer hadn't given me a place to stay, I would have died sooner."
The streets will freeze to death at this time.”
Chen Jinjun raised his eyebrows: "I don't live here for free. I want to keep Boss Yang. Naturally, I also like Shopkeeper Yang's craftsmanship."
Yang Qing smiled bitterly: "What skills do I have?"
"Why not?" Chen Jinjun asked him, "If I hadn't mastered tea making very well, I wouldn't have been able to write that recipe."
Yang Qing quickly clasped his fists and begged for mercy: "My boss, please don't mention that prescription again. If possible, I really hope I have never written down this prescription."
Chen Jinjun smiled and said: "Since Cai Ying is dead, this matter is over, and Boss Yang doesn't have to worry about it."
Thinking of Cai Ying's death, Yang Qing couldn't help but recall the scene on the execution ground that day.
He quickly shook his head to get this scene out of his mind.
"I often dream about the scene of the execution ground that day. It was a sunny day, but in my dream, red snow fell on the execution ground."
Yang Qing's tone was calm, as if he was not talking about himself.
Chen Jinjun thought for a while: "Boss Yang should rest well. He can work as a tea-frying master under Zheng Wen. If he is not busy, he will not think about these things."
Yang Qing waved his hand: "How do I deserve the title of master? I have given birth to a lot of babies over the years. I'd better start as an apprentice slowly. In the end, I will live up to my boss and give me a place to stay."
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"Fu Le Teahouse... has been sealed. When the government completes the investigation, I will ask someone to buy Fule Tea House back. By then, Shopkeeper Zheng will have his own shop."
Yang Qing had no objection to her idea: "It is indeed a good location. I just hope that in the future, I can live in peace and not get involved in these dirty things again."
"I hereby promise to Boss Yang that our Chen family will never engage in the tobacco business."
Her eyes were particularly firm. Yang Qing was startled and said with a smile: "I have always belonged to the Xin Dong family, otherwise I wouldn't have been so desperate to bet that the Dong family could bring down Cai Ying."
While the two people were talking, another person hurriedly walked in from outside the door.
"Is there anyone there?" He knocked on the door with a disheveled look, dressed in coarse linen clothes and dusty clothes.
Yu Ce saw the person coming first and hurriedly invited him in.
Chen Jinjun looked back following Yu Ce's voice and quickly stood up to greet him: "Oh, why are you here in person?"
As she spoke, she diligently took the visitor to the back room and hurriedly called for tea.
Yang Qing approached Zheng Wen and asked curiously: "Who is this?"
Zheng Wen was not surprised at all by Chen Jinjun's reaction, nor by Yang Qing's curiosity. He explained to him in a low voice: "Do you know Shi Shailei? The one who built the Imperial City."
Yang Qing's eyes widened: "Could this be..."
He looked at the old man sitting opposite Chen Jinjun with a shocked expression.
Zheng Wen shook his head: "No, Shi Shi Lei works for the royal family. This is Shi Shi Miao who was named after Shi Shi Lei."
Yang Qing had never heard of Shi Shimiao's name and looked at Zheng Wen with some curiosity.
Zheng Wen patiently explained to him: "At that time, the Holy One preferred style thunder, and no one knew about natural style seedlings."
Yang Qing nodded, and he somewhat understood that although the Miao family was also a style maker, it was the emperor's thought that led to the gap in reputation between the two families now that Style Lei was more popular.
Chen Jinjun personally poured a cup of tea for the visitor: "You just asked the junior below to run over and deliver the things. Why do you do it yourself?"
Miao Yu took the tea cup and took a sip, then took a deep breath and said, "How can those boys explain it so clearly?"
As he spoke, he raised his chin towards the door of Chen's mansion.
Yu Ce had sharp eyes and quickly opened the door.
There was a whole motorcade outside the door. Although it was not as grand and grand as Chen Jinjun's wedding, or even comparable to the Chen family's ordinary merchant team, Chen Jinjun's eyes widened in surprise as soon as he took a glance at it.
"Are you bringing the entire Miao family to Yongzhou?"
Miao Yu let out a long sigh: "You don't know, I can't stay in the capital anymore."
He took a deep puff of cigarette and shook his head, with a sad look on his face.
Chen Jinjun pursed his lips: "What happened to the capital?"
"It's so chaotic inside and out. Get out of there and calm down as soon as possible."
Miao Yu smoked his pipe on the stone slabs on the ground, looked at the Miao family's motorcade outside the door, and sang loudly and loudly: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Take off your things and show them to your boss.
You little bastard without eyes."
Although Miao Yu looks young, his actual age does not look much younger. From these powerful words, it is not difficult to see that he has a very strong body.
But the shopkeepers of the Chen family were all used to it. It was not the first time they had done business with Xiang Miao to build a house. Everyone knew Miao Yu's temper. Wu Jiang happily bared his teeth and went out to help the Miao family.
Move things inside.
Miao Yu sat on the Taishi chair opposite Chen Jinjun, holding a cigarette and directing the younger members of the Miao family to put Jupiter together piece by piece.
Yang Qing stared at Yang Jing, looking at an entire pear orchard rising from the ground in the yard.
Although it is only a reduced model, its exquisite workmanship and elegant appearance demonstrate the professionalism of Style Miao.
In an instant, Yang Qing understood why in the early days of the Qing Dynasty, Shizi Miao was able to compete with Shizi Lei.
Chen Jinjun looked at the model on the ground: "You have wasted all your efforts."
Miao Yu waved his hand: "This is the last thing I will do, so naturally I have to do it well."
"Why, are you going to retire from the world?"
Chen Jinjun filled the tea cup in front of Miao Yu again.
Miao Yu took a sip from his pipe, and his whole face was shrouded by the smoke coming out of his mouth. He looked quite enigmatic: "It's not like retreating into the world. It's just that I'm getting older. It's time for Gai Jing to calm down and take care of these boys."
It’s better to wait for the day when I really can’t do it anymore, and the inheritance of the Miao family will be cut off in my hands.”
He laughed happily: "At that time, I will truly be shameless to meet my ancestors."
Miao Shi'an, who was busy installing tiles on the theater model at the side, was unhappy and looked at his old man helplessly: "You, old man, please stop saying a few words. You have been traveling for so many days and take good care of yourself."
Maintaining good health is better than anything else.”
"Look, you are annoying me, aren't you?" Miao Yu raised his pipe as if to hit Miao Shi'an, but he just raised it high and put it down gently, still muttering, "My pipe is worth a lot of money."
Well, it would be a loss if I hit you."
Chen Jinjun calmed Miao Yu and said, "Okay, take a break and watch them do it."
Miao Yu snorted and kicked Miao Shi'an again: "I'll let you go just for the sake of Dong Chen's family."
Miao Shi'an smiled helplessly, he was not the rumored Master Miao, he was obviously an old naughty boy.