Outside Jiang Haibu's office, He Bin sent Tang Ji and Tang Ji off with a smile on his face.
In fact, his heart bled.
Just now in the building, he brought out three different quality satin fabrics for Tang Ji to choose from, but the other party didn't know the goods and picked the cheaper two.
Just when He Bin was thinking about saving some money, the beautiful girl who came with Tang Ji pointed out the differences between the three types of silk and satin, and asked him to choose the most expensive Yun Jinsha.
I made two sets of clothes and had the girl measured.
With a sad look on his face, he counted on his fingers and sighed: "Three sets of clothes will cost me my life. Alas, I must not have looked at the almanac when I went out today. What a bad luck!"
Although he said this verbally, there was a hint of joy in his heart. Tang Ji was the accountant of the Chamber of Commerce at such a young age, and might become a deacon in the future. If he could get support from the other party, wouldn't he be stable in his next life?
Immediately, he turned around and walked back to the building, planning to sell more cloth and increase his revenue. Fortunately, at the end of the month, he would ask for more money from the chamber of commerce.
On the street, Jiang Ran asked: "Is it really okay for us to bully Shopkeeper He like this?"
"Don't worry, that guy is so cunning and cunning, he will definitely not suffer!" Tang Ji waved his hand casually. If Jiang Ran hadn't been here today, he would have been plotted by that guy again, and of course he would have to suffer some losses!
He glanced down at the candied haws in Jiang Ran's hand. The icing on it had long been licked clean, leaving only a few ugly hawthorns. He couldn't help but smile: "Of course, do you like sweets?"
Hearing this, Jiang Ran lowered her head shyly, as if her little secret had been discovered, and nodded lightly.
"Then let's buy some ingredients and make dessert for you!" Tang Ji went to his mother's cake shop in his previous life and learned a lot of dessert recipes, but he didn't know if he had enough ingredients at the moment.
Jiang Ran was about to refuse, but Tang Ji was already walking towards the bustling market, so he could only sigh and chase after him.
Half an hour later, the two of them returned to Linxi Lane carrying dozens of bags of ingredients, large and small. Seeing that the courtyard door was closed, Tang Ji asked curiously: "Why hasn't Jiu'er come back yet? Brother Zheng's bun shop should be closed in the afternoon.
Bar!"
Jiang Ran pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Every mid-month, she goes to the Qingyun Teahouse in Huaiqing River to hear stories about books. I'm afraid she will go there too today."
The two of them walked into the courtyard one after another. Tang Ji put things into the kitchen and continued the topic: "What about you? Do you live such a boring life every day?"
Forced by the overlord contract to perform for free, if it were him, he would have fought that unscrupulous madam with a knife!
Jiang Ran looked indifferent and said: "It's not boring at all. In fact, I still prefer playing and singing."
While talking, she washed her hands with water, calculated the time, and then continued: "It's getting late, I'll go call the wine back."
Tang Ji, however, was a step faster, walking in front of her, and said with a smile: "I'll go, you've been tired for a day, so take a rest!"
Seeing this, Jiang Ran didn't argue anymore and sent him outside the door before turning back.
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Huaiqing River, the largest branch of Yunhuai River, runs through the southeast corner of the city. There are five large and small bridges built on the river. Two very prosperous commercial streets, teahouses, restaurants and so on have sprung up on both sides of the river.
Two naughty boys were lying on the guardrail beside the river, kicking pebbles under their feet into the river. Some lazy fish were frightened and fled in a hurry.
"Where is it?" Tang Ji stood on a small bridge and looked into the distance. The river clearly outlined his reflection.
I searched around but couldn't find Qingyun Teahouse. Could it be that Jiang Ran remembered it wrong?
Suddenly, his eyes focused on a gray flag with white characters, and the four characters "Qingyun Teahouse" were clearly visible.
Tang Ji didn't have any ink marks either, so he took steps and walked over.
Soon, he entered the teahouse.
This teahouse is not large, but the decoration is gorgeous. There is a red carpet at the entrance, the tables and chairs are polished to a shiny finish, green plants are planted in old vases placed everywhere, and two red lanterns are hung on both sides of the counter.
side.
At the end of the left hand side after entering the door, there is a small platform one foot high. Standing on it is an old man with gray clothes and white hair. He is mumbling words and making constant movements with his hands, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.
Tang Ji stood on tiptoe and searched for a while, and finally saw Jiu'er in the corner who was entranced. He squeezed through the crowd and said, "Let's go, go home!"
Jiu'er looked at the palm that fell on his shoulder and subconsciously raised his palm to grab the opponent. But after seeing the person clearly, he swatted his hand away and said: "Master Tang, let's listen to this story for a while longer.
I haven’t finished speaking yet!”
Tang Ji looked at her pitiful look and couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that the usually fierce little maid still had such a side, so he had no choice but to nod and agree: "Okay, but isn't there an empty seat in front? Why don't you sit down?"
"You have to pay to sit on the chair. I don't have any money." Jiu'er replied with a pout.
Tang Ji shook his head, took her hand and walked straight to a small table in the middle, sat down quickly, pointed to the chair on the other side, and reminded: "Sit down quickly, don't disturb the people behind."
Jiu'er didn't have time to think about why he became so bold, and sat down on the chair.
The waiter standing on the side saw this and bowed to greet him: "Sir, do you want anything?"
Tang Ji glanced at the other party and asked: "Bring me a pot of tea, by the way, are there any pastries?"
"Yes, yes, do you want a plate of the freshly made peach blossom cakes?" the waiter replied.
"Okay, let's have a plate." After Tang Ji answered, he leaned lazily on the chair.
After waiting for the waiter to leave, Jiu'er lowered his voice and reminded: "Two positions, a pot of tea plus peach blossom cake will cost at least 20 yuan. Are you going to steal money again?"
Tang Ji ignored him and instead listened to the story told by the old man on the stage.
After all, money cannot be wasted!
Jiu'er snorted coldly and didn't ask any more questions.
After a long time, Tang Ji put down the tea cup in his hand and yawned a little boredly. The old man was telling some boring love stories, such as Erzhu and Cuihua fell in love with each other, but were separated by their families, and finally eloped with his wife.
...It's not interesting at all. I really don't know why these people still watch it with gusto.
He turned his head and glanced at Jiu'er who was nibbling on the peach blossom cake. He saw tears flashing in her eyes after hearing that Erzhuzi was willing to get into someone else's crotch to treat Cuihua. He couldn't help asking: "Is this story interesting?"
"Hmph, don't you think Erzhuzi and Cuihua are pitiful?" Jiu'er wiped her tears and took a big bite of the peach blossom cake.
Tang Ji disagreed, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "I have a story, do you want to hear it?"
"Huh? Tell me!" Jiu'er saw the storyteller accepting rewards from the audience and turned to look at him.
Tang Ji cleared his throat and said: "It is said that a long time ago, the world was divided into Dongshengshenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanfangbuzhou, Beijuluzhou..."