Chang’an Peasant Girl

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It's just that she was quiet and didn't care, anyway, it was someone else's business, and it had nothing to do with her.

Seeing Liu Yingen and Liu Sizi walking past them chatting and laughing, An Jing did not say anything to Xiao Changyi immediately, but waited for the two to walk away, and An Jing said: "Look at this, Uncle Liu really gave him a dream. ."

Xiao Changyi said lightly: "Not necessarily."

Quiet startled for a moment, then asked sensitively, "Do you know something?"

Xiao Changyi didn't answer immediately, but when the two returned home and entered the house, he lightly explained the scene where he had met Aunt Hongxia and Liu Yingen before.

An Jing immediately understood: "Isn't Liu Sizi-"

Before the quiet words were finished, Xiao Changyi cut off her words: "I just suspect." After all, there is no conclusive evidence.

Quietly understood, and said nothing.

On September 11, Wang Youbao came with a smile on his face.

It has been more than 20 days since Wang Youbao came last time. Seeing that Wang Youbao is so happy now, An Jing and Xiao Changyi think with their toes, and know that Wang Youbao must have made a lot of money.

"Changyi, Quiet, thanks to the fermented bean curd recipe you gave me, my Baicailou business has improved again." Wang Youbao was grateful and happy. "I listened to your words. There is no fermented bean curd in every dish, but limited supply every day. Haha, you didn't see it. Some people came to my restaurant early in the morning to line up, and they were afraid they would not be able to eat."

Wang Youbao lost an estimated ten pounds again. Now, no matter how much Wang Youbao smiles, at least the flesh on his face will not wrinkle any more.

It seems that Wang Youbao is still insisting on losing weight during this time.

Quiet and reassured, he couldn't help but smile: "That's not bad, you don't have to think about closing your restaurant."

"Naturally, it won't be turned off now, thanks to you guys." After speaking, Wang Youbao took out a few silver bills from his arms and handed them to Xiao Changyi with a smile: "This is the money earned from selling grain husks, after removing the cost, we five Five points, this is the six thousand taels you deserve."

An Jing thought she heard it wrong, "How much did you say?"

Wang Youbao: "Six thousand taels."

Quiet:""

Seeing that Xiao Changyi didn't accept the bank note, Wang Youbao immediately burst into tears: "This is what you deserve. I made 6,000 taels of Gulong myself. If you sell it yourself, I won't even be able to make a penny."

After a pause, Wang Youbao's voice became even lower, and he looked very aggrieved: "You gave me the recipe for fermented bean curd, and my restaurant is also making money now. You made me earn this money in vain, and now you even belong to Gulong. I don’t want to accept the money, do you really consider me a friend? Why do I feel that you are giving beggars alms?”

The more Wang Youbao said, the more wronged he became, the more he said it, the more inappropriate it was. An Jing and Xiao Changyi looked at each other, and finally decided to accept the money.

"Okay, don't do this, we'll just accept it." As soon as Jingjing said so, Xiao Changyi took the silver note and then handed it to Jingjing.

When Wang Youbao saw that they had received the money, he was happy again.

An Jing silently looked at the sky, and then looked down at the banknotes in his hand. There were six banknotes, each of which was 1,000 taels. Jingjing had never seen a banknote before, and this was the first time I saw it, so I can't say how I felt. , I just feel that this is much better than modern paper money.

However, no one here dares to imitate this, because it is the crime of beheading.

An Jing did not immediately put away the banknotes, but asked curiously, "How did you sell it to make so much money?"