Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 743
Mu Xiang picked up another peanut and flicked it on Mu Qingyang's rosy face, "Did you enjoy today's wine?"

"Well, happy, I haven't been so happy for a long time." When they were talking, Mu Qingyang had already drank the two jars of wine on the table. It would look different, it was no longer a double image, but like a hundred flowers blooming, That is a beauty!
To be precise, he sees everyone as beautiful and happy now.

Mu Xiang said again: "Since you've had a good drink, don't you have to pay the bill?"

"Pay the bill? I didn't bring any money, let the shopkeeper go to the mansion to get it tomorrow?" Even if he was drunk, he still knew how to go home to get the money.

Mu Xiang shook a finger, "No, I will treat you tonight's meal, so that you can sign the form and go home to sleep, and the store won't say you owe him money , such a way to have the best of both worlds, why not do it!"

As she said that, she handed the written document to Mu Qingyang, "Come on, sign it quickly, after signing it, you can go home and sleep under the quilt!"

"Huh? What is this?" Mu Qingyang was not so confused yet, or the cautious character in his bones supported him, and he didn't listen to the thief woman's words.

He took the paper, looked left and right, up and down, but he refused to sign.

Mu Xiang's patience was running out gradually, she gritted her teeth, with a smile uglier than crying, "Are you signing or not!"

The drunk handsome man, because he was sitting here drinking, the clothes he had arranged had come loose again, his expression was lazy and charming, "What are you signing? What is this? I can't see clearly."

Wu Qing saw that Mu Xiang was about to erupt, which would bring disaster to Chi Yu, so he kindly reminded Mu Qingyang, "Just sign your name here, otherwise you may not be able to go home tonight, and you may be divided into pieces!"

Mu Xiang smiled sinisterly, "No, no, I won't let a horse cut him up, I'll let those women in the brothel cut him up!"

The big bad wolf took off his coat, revealing his evil true colors.Wu Qing suddenly felt very cold, and the temperature in Xiaoxiaojiu's house dropped several degrees.

"The brothel? Divided into corpses by five horses?" Mu Qingyang was startled by these words, and was sober for a moment, but for some reason, seeing Mu Xiang's face, he only felt dizzy even more.

"Yes, yes, if you don't obediently sign, I will immediately throw you to the brothel, and let the women in the brothel strip you naked, leaving no bones left," Mu Xiang said ambiguously , the eyes are very evil.

Mu Qingyang shivered, "I don't want to go, I will sign, I will sign right away."

It was the same as before, the women that Mu Xiang had given him, scared him so much that he had to lock the door three times at night, so that he could sleep peacefully.

He was in a bad mood today, and wanted to drink in a crowded and noisy place.

But even in the brothel, he didn't invite any women to accompany him to drink.

It's not all because of his cleanliness, the most important point is that he can't stand those women's fake smiles.

With a few strokes, Mu Qingyang signed his name in a smooth manner.

Just when she put down the pen, Mu Xiang suddenly grabbed his hand, quickly made a small cut on his finger, and then pressed a bloody handprint on the paper amidst Dead Wood Qingyang's exclamation.

After doing all this, she was happy, Mu Qingyang also woke up a lot because of the pain, he covered his bleeding hand, and stared at Mu Xiang with resentment and dissatisfaction, "Why did you cut my finger? , and, what am I that you just asked me to sign?"

Mu Xiang smiled and stood up, "Oh, you said this, it's your contract of sale."

"What? The deed of sale?" Mu Qingyang stood up violently, with too much movement, he turned over the things on the table and smashed them to pieces on the ground.

The storekeeper heard the movement and hurried over, "What's the matter, what's wrong with the guest officers, what's the matter with you?" He thought these people were going to use force.

Mu Xiang smiled smugly, "It's okay, the matter is over, I should leave, Wu Qing, give him five hundred Wen."

"Five hundred Wen? But didn't you say, five hundred..." The shopkeeper stammered anxiously.How did the 500 taels become [-] wen? He even suspected that he was dreaming. He was secretly happy just now. Today, he made a fortune, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Wu Qing counted five hundred taels from his pocket, and threw them to him without missing a penny, "500 taels? You're not mistaken, right? You can buy three stores like yours for 500 taels. I think you want money. Are you crazy, are you daydreaming, or do you think that we are being deceived?"

Wu Qing imitated Mu Xiang's tone, and with only a few words, he was speechless, only suffocating and sullen.

The shopkeeper looked at the five hundred papers on the table, couldn't accept the fact, and said angrily, "You...you wait!"

Mu Xiang sneered, "What are you waiting for? Do you want to make trouble with the people in the Prince's Mansion? Don't forget, you are open for business. I am in a good mood today and I don't want to argue with you. Otherwise, you think you can still Stand here and talk to me?"

Seeing the hostility in her eyes, the shopkeeper's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground, "The villain is wrong, please forgive me! Please forgive the villain!" It doesn't matter if you don't have money, but you can't lose your life, How dare he offend the people in the Prince's Mansion.

It wasn't until Mu Xiang and Wu Qing walked a long way outside the store that Mu Qingyang suddenly came to his senses and rushed out crookedly, turned around on the road several times, but didn't see the voices of the two.

Standing in the cold wind, he was always thinking about the contract of selling his life, "It must be because I drank too much and had hallucinations. It must be like this. After waking up, everything will be fine."

He comforted himself like this, leaning on the wall all the way back to the house.

In the middle of the night, thousands of miles away at the border, there is still a scene of wind and snow, snowflakes wrapped in sand and stones, blowing on people's faces, hurting like a knife.

But anyone who has left the camp must wear a helmet and wrap themselves tightly, otherwise, within a few days, the face will become hard and painful, and a thick layer will form. thick shell.

In the garrison tents of the Southern Jin State at the border, although it was late at night, the oil lamps were still burning.

(End of this chapter)