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Where is Xie Zheng at the moment?

He is in the office behind Liao Zhai. I have been away for several months, and many things have been waiting for him to review, such as the whereabouts of the money during this period, such as the R&D center has made some weird things...

Just after reading a report, he closed the booklet and threw it aside. He was about to pick up another one and check it out. When the corner of his eyes swept away, he saw Anfu who was standing by the door.

He asked casually: "Has Anping handled it?"

An Fu's lips moved, and he cautiously said, "Anping is still waiting."

Xie Zheng paused, frowning: "No one came out?"

An Fu smiled bitterly: "Still wandering around in the shop."

Xie Zheng:...

He asked like a ghost, "You said, the child is awkward, how can I coax it?"

"Huh?" An Fu was dumbfounded. He glanced at Xie Zheng and found that he actually seemed to be asking him. He immediately scratched his head and said, "Minions and slaves have never seen a few children..." The most familiar is his Royal Highness, but his Royal Highness played a small child It's quiet and not at all disturbing. He has no experience at all!

Xie Zheng seemed to have turned around and waved at him: "Forget it."

Seeing him pinching his eyebrows, An Fu seemed to be really worried. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Children, don't you all like snacks and pastries? Buy some of these to coax you?"

Xie Zheng moved for a while. The little girl seems to really like snacks? I just started a shop or a dessert shop, a sugar water shop...

"Which store in the capital has good dim sum?"

An Fu was dumbfounded again.

"You don't know?" Xie Zheng said with dissatisfaction. "Aren't you buying gifts in previous years?"

An Fu bitterly said: "If you ask the minion which package is good and the gift is decent, the minion can still answer..."

"Then pick a few more, pick some delicious ones, add the things in Anping's hand, and send them together."

Where to send it, he didn't say, but An Fu immediately understood.

He hesitated.

Xie Zheng swept his eyes coldly: "Don't you go?"

An Fu shivered, and went out in a hurry.

***

Liao Zhai.

Zhu Yuanhao walked through the entire bookstore in his spare time and picked a lot of books. After walking through the last gauze wall room, she and Xiao Man were full of books in their hands.

She looked around.

In each gauze wall room, there is a small book boy wearing a gray-blue scholar's shirt. A piece of ink "Liao Zhai" is sewn on the front and back of the shirt. At a glance, he knows he is in the bookshop.

As soon as Zhu Yuan's eyes swept over, the teenage book boy trot over briskly, arched his hands, and whispered to her that she was going to check out.

After Zhu Yuan nodded, he led Zhu Yuan through the doorway to the courtyard of the courtyard.

The Liao Zhai yard is large, and part of the atrium is an exquisite garden view, and even a small pond was built with a few small fishes in it.

There is a water pavilion by the pond.

The water pavilion is spacious, with a row of tables inside, and there are lines in front of each table. In addition to the book boy in a gray and blue shirt whispering to guide and maintain order, there are also several guards guarding the water pavilion.

Zhu Yuan was led here by a little book boy and handed it to another slightly older book boy.

Then she was led to the ranks of the female family members, standing behind the two little girls with Qian Lu and the maid.

The two little girls are empty-handed, and the books are in the hands of the maid. It was rare for Xu to buy so many books, and the two girls looked back at her.

Xiao Man was a little anxious, and whispered: "Girl, give me all the books to the slave and maid? The slave can move it."

Zhu Yuan smiled: "I can move it too."

Xiaoman: ...not that.

Before she could speak, she heard a clear voice coming from the other end.

"Gentlemen and predecessors, the theme of "Dayan Monthly" next month has been published, and you are welcome to contribute!"

"Brother Zhang hasn't seen you for a long time. This is the subject of our next issue. You are welcome to contribute again!"

"Hey, Mr. Lu, your last article was very popular. Will you still contribute this time? Look, this is our next issue. Do you have any ideas?"

...

I wish Yuanwen the prestige.

A young man with the words "Liao Zhai" in azure stitching is holding a stack of lists and sending out one by one. Hearing what he said, is it to promote the next issue of the monthly essay?

After sending other teams, the young man hesitated and walked over.

Most of the female relatives who came to buy books were younger, and most of them brought maids.

The young people were very obedient, nodding their heads and bowing their heads and calling the lady to be a girl, their mouths were loud, and the leaflets were stuffed into the hands of every maid and maid.

I wish Yuanren can't help but laugh.

Soon the young man walked over to her team, looked at Xiaoman next to her, and bowed his hands to the two of them: "The maid at the girl's house has a pretty face. Is it the first time to come here?"

Xiaoman, who was holding the book, looked at him guardedly.

I wish Yuan nodded.

When Zhuyuan talked to him, this person was immediately excited: "I am one of the stewards of Liao Zhai, surnamed Jiang." After he finished drawing out a piece of manuscript paper, he paused, and put it on Xiaoman's stack of books, and said with a smile, "Girl I have bought so many books, and it can be seen that I am an erudite person. If I have any poems for writing, I can come to us to contribute."

Last name Jiang? I wish Yuan secretly. What a coincidence?

She looked at this person subconsciously.

He is a handsome, white-faced boy. He is tall and straight, and he is not weak. The azure long gown covers him. He looks pretty...

"Our way of submitting papers is also very simple. There are boxes on both sides of the lobby over the door, so that people can throw the papers in."

Zhu Yuan returned to his senses and nodded at him.

The Jiang Guanshi once again bowed his hands and continued to promote his solicitation.

Zhu Yuan retracted his gaze with satisfaction. If this is Jiang Cheng... not bad.

Anyway, come to Liao Zhai casually, observe more in the future, find a chance to get to know each other!

Call for papers...

...

After checking out, Zhu Yuan and Xiaoman walked out together with a stack of books.

When I walked to the lobby, I saw Zhu Tingzhou craned his neck and looked around.

Seeing them, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly over, and took the booklet in Zhuyuan's hand.

"Why is it so slow?" he complained, "I thought where you went."

"Which is such a big shop, you don't have to take time to stroll around." Zhu Yuan didn't care. "Why did you come here? Don't come earlier. Come here earlier and you can help you settle the bill. You still owe me ten books. "

Zhu Tingzhou smiled: "The books here are very cheap, let alone ten books, I'll give you all your books."

"What you said~ Shame is a puppy!"

"it is good!"

The two talked and laughed and walked out of Liao Zhai.

Before leaving the house, Zhu Yuan also scanned left and right - there were really a few large lockable boxes on both sides of the lobby.

She curled her lips.

Ha ha ha ha, stinky dog ​​egg, wait for my sister, when you regret it!

When I arrived at Fumanlou, before the cold-faced Zhu Yue could speak, Zhu Yuan obediently apologized to all his brothers and sisters, and Zhu Yue couldn't say anything.

Eating and drinking, the younger ones got used to taking a nap, and started fishing unconsciously.

They were all children, and people waited for a while before the meal. Zhu Yuan was embarrassed to take people around again, so she proposed to go back to the house-just come out and hang around in the future, she didn't need to rush for a while.

After getting in the carriage on the return journey, she realized that she had forgotten one thing--

Where's the dog egg? Didn't he meet at Fumanlou?

She carefully recalled all the processes from entering the door to leaving, and confirmed that she did not see a suspect at all.

Is it because she is wearing a dew? Or play with her?

***

After walking all morning, Zhu Yuan was also tired, so he scrubbed and climbed into bed for a while.

When I woke up, the sun had already begun to sway westward.

She yawned and asked casually: "What time is it? Did your mother look for me?"

In March, there is still cold spring. Xiao Man Kuaishou put on a coat for her: "Sister Hongxiu has been here before, and I heard that you are sleeping, so I took a look and left."

"Huh? Did you say anything?"

"No, it's just that the lady was worried about the girl's face in the morning, and asked Sister Hongxiu to come and have a look."

"Oh, mother just loves to worry..." Zhu Yuan yawned again, "Help me get ready, I'll practice the calligraphy for a while, and I haven't practiced the calligraphy today.

"Yes."

Spread the paper and sharpen the ink, and start writing. Zhu Yuan was immersed in it soon.

Xiaoman made the bed, picked up a teapot, and went out quietly.

After a while, she came back again, except for a teapot filled with hot water in her right hand and a large bag of things in her right hand.

She put the teapot down first, and walked to the table holding the bag.

"girl."

"Huh?" Zhu Yuan didn't look up.

"Someone, someone just gave the slave and maid a bag of things and said it was for you."

Zhu Yuan stopped writing and looked up.

Xiaoman handed the cloth bag forward with anxious expression.

This routine is familiar. Thinking of the dividends of the previous two years, Zhu Yuan couldn't help but squinted. Gougan, is it possible that he still stuffed Zhu's home? How did such a big cloth bag come to her?

She put aside the pen, took the cloth bag, and dismissed Xiaoman: "Go to the kitchen and find me a container for burning paper."

"Hey." Xiao Man had just arrived with her for less than half a year, and she didn't know that she had the habit of burning paper. Although she was a little surprised at the order, she turned around and went out. When she left, she didn't forget to help her close the door.

When Zhu Yuan waited for her to leave, he walked quickly to close the door, then returned to the table and opened the cloth bag.

There is a greased paper bag inside, and a small square basket made of bamboo strips. The upper part is wrapped with string a few times and tied with a beautiful flower knot.

Apart from that, there is nothing else, not even a note.

Zhu Yuan first unzipped the oil paper bag, which contained more than one thousand taels of silver notes-about Mo was the dividend last year.

She put the silver bill aside with satisfaction, and then studied the bamboo stick frame.

I looked at it carefully, then picked it up and shook it—the sway was not obvious, but it was quite a fall, and there should be something in it.

Zhu Yuan carefully untied the rope and opened the bamboo strip basket——

The small baskets were filled with different tastes of pastries, squeezed and squeezed close to each other, not even visible.

Zhu Yuan:...

No, if you give a bonus, you give a bonus. What does it mean to stuff pastries?