The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 545 Inviting the King to Come Together (1)
"I just learned from Lu Qing early in the morning, don't laugh at me, I'm stupid..." Jing Xiaoqiu got up and gave up the chair she was sitting on: "Boss, sit down!"

"En." Su Xiazhi stared at the ledger, mentally calculated the data on that page, and sat down with a bow.

"When did those flower girls leave yesterday?" She only copied four or five lines on the account book, and she quickly finished the calculation. After giving him an appreciative look, Su Xiazhi asked about those Japanese.

"Hehe!" Jing Xiaoqiu covered her mouth and laughed when she heard Su Xiazhi call a few rough men beggars, "Let's go? They didn't go, aren't they all in the shop outside?"

"Ah?" Su Xiazhi's buttocks bounced up again as soon as they landed on the chair: "You're still so steadfast if you haven't left? You won't be buying up all the dried noodles in our shop again..."

While talking, Su Xiazhi got up and walked out, Jing Xiaoqiu hesitated and wanted to follow her.

"Go ahead and copy the accounts, you wrote very well just now..."

Watching the petite woman come and go like the wind, Jing Xiaoqiu was in a daze: I did the calculations all morning, but she actually said that my writing was very good, and I didn't see her doing the calculations. Me?

However, it doesn't matter if my boss is trying to bully me, I have to work hard, so I can't embarrass her, we are old acquaintances...

Thinking of this, Jing Xiaoqiu pursed her lips into a smile, sat sideways with her legs tightly closed, and carefully copied the receipts for the accounts.

The bluestone floor in the shop was cleaned cleanly, and it was close to the wall. A few flower girls sat on the ground with their backs upright and said nothing, staring straight at the dried noodles on the counter and the various sauces on the shelves. class, and then watch these things being bought by others.

They have money, and they exchanged it specially for Daliang Tongbao, but they can no longer buy out the dried noodles and sauce they urgently need, because Mr. Right has sent someone to hand over the words: If they buy other people's shop so that it cannot be operated, then they will buy it. The person you want to take back the most doesn't have to go back!

Jiang Wen's threat is more effective than Han Luqing's mouth-worn words. The flower girls need noodles that are easy to carry and mature, but they need a popular coach, so they dare not make mistakes.

Standing at the side door connected to the shop and looking into the shop for a while, Su Xiazhi walked in slowly.

"Taijun?!" Several flower girls shouted with their tongues out, seeing her suddenly.

"Yoxi..." Su Xiazhi nodded in a grand manner: "Follow me first..."

"What about after Mixi Mixi?" the flower girl who could speak a little bit of Daliang dialect asked.

"After the mixie, you will go back wherever you came from. Is it possible that you still want to be mixi in my shop for the rest of your life?"

Su Xiazhi's words made several flower girls look at each other in dismay.

When the young man explained it to them again in Japanese, they immediately showed undisguised disappointment on their faces: "Your Prime Minister forbids us to buy more, but we really need these sauces and vermicelli!"

Although disappointed, the young man still did not forget his dying struggle, and begged Su Xiazhi very politely.

"How much can I sell to you?" Su Xiazhi squatted down, looked at those people and said, "How many of you are fighting? I just want to evacuate my shop and let you take a boat away." How long can you eat the dried noodles?"

"It's not that I don't sell to you, but that it doesn't make sense to sell you more."

She squatted on the ground, her eyes were level with them, and she did not look down at them like ordinary Daliang people, which made Hojo Shin feel comfortable.

"Taijun, why do you say that?" He moved his body and asked Su Xiazhi.

"No matter how much noodles and sauce you buy, you will have to eat it one day, and your war is still going on, so these things are a drop in the bucket for you."

"So, please go back, I think I've made my point clear."

"A drop in the bucket?" Hojo Shin was unfamiliar with this new word, he repeated Su Xiazhi's words, and he learned it very similarly, and he actually pronounced these four words perfectly.

"The sage said: 'Benevolence is better than non-benevolence. It is like water is better than fire. A person who is benevolent today is like a fire with a cup of guns and a cart; if it is not extinguished, it is said that water is stronger than fire. , and will eventually perish.'" Su Xiazhi stared into his eyes and said word by word: "So, your problem now is not how much noodles you have, but to end the war as soon as possible."

Hojo Shin was silent for a long time, then got up, and bowed respectfully to Su Xiazhi: "I understand what Taijun said!"

"Go back when you understand." Su Xiazhi also stood up slowly and said with a smile: "If you want to eat noodles, come to my place. I dare say that even the entire imperial capital can't find a shop better than mine. A noodle restaurant with better noodle soup!"

"Yes!" Nobuo Hojo bowed in response, and walked towards the door with a few samurai who came with him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Phew... it's gone!" Fanning her cheeks with her hand, Su Xiazhi wondered whether she should also take a fan when she went out in the future?
But it’s fine if it’s as valuable as Mrs. Ji’s. Although flashy things look good, they’re not very useful. Su Xiazhi doesn’t like such things at all. She never needs these things to decorate her identity. .

"My master, what you said is really good!" Jing Xiaoqiu, who didn't control her legs, followed quietly, clapping her hands and walking towards Su Xiazhi with great reverence: "It's just...it's just that I didn't understand. what did you say..."

"..." Su Xiazhi looked at him expressionlessly: "I don't understand why you slap me? Are you booing?"

"Although I don't understand the meaning of your words, I can see them all! They're gone, right? That's the effect of your words!"

"There is such a sentence in the opera we sing: One word can be worth a million soldiers! I am sure I read correctly, Master, from now on, Xiaoqiu will be yours!"

"Stop!" Su Xiazhi waved her hand, stopping Jing Xiaoqiu's chattering words.

"You can keep the first few sentences. Anyway, I know that they are all flattering words. Let's forget about the last sentence. It's so scary. Those who don't know it will think that I bought you."

(End of this chapter)