Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

When the night fell, Taipingju lit up the lights, but there were no guests in the hall.

The two men were leaning on the counter, looking at the lanterns fluttering in the wind in a daze, and there were occasional carriages and horses passing by on the official road not far away.

"It seems that no one is coming." The man said, standing up straight and stretching, "Close the door."

"Snack at the nightclub, in case there are people at night." Another said.

"This is the official road leading directly to the capital. It's neither far nor near. The gate of the city is closed. There are still people in the middle of the night." The man before said.

The two were arguing when someone walked in from behind.

"Third Brother." They hurriedly called out.

Xu Maoxiu nodded.

"Close the door," he said.

The two men responded, got up and put out the lights and installed the door panels.

Xu Maoxiu turned around and entered a room beside him. There were three people in the room. Li Dashao and an old man stood up to meet them.

Xu Maoxiu sat down and looked at Fan Jianglin's account books.

"Take inventory every day?" He smiled, "No need."

Before Fan Jianglin could speak, Li Dashao spoke first, a little uneasy.

"My boss, yes, it's because it just opened, but now, the business is, yes, it's not very good." He murmured.

"You need to raise your popularity. The Drunken Phoenix Tower has been raising people for several years before it can take care of people," said the old man.

This is the old shopkeeper introduced by Li Dashao.

"Master Wu." Li Dashao hurriedly said in a low voice, winking at the old shopkeeper, "Listen to what my boss has to say."

Don't always remind Fenglou.

It is good for the elderly to have experience, but the bad thing is that they always talk about the past.I always like to compare with past clubs.

Xu Maoxiu smiled and nodded.

"Business Manager Wu is right." He said, "You need to grow your popularity, and it's best to get together slowly."

Shopkeeper Wu chuckled.

"Master understands, at the beginning..." He started to say, before he finished speaking, Li Dashao stretched out his hand and punched him, and the words Zuifenglou went back.

Fan Jianglin and Xu Maoxiu just pretended not to see their little moves, and listened with smiles.

"... Dalang's cooking skills have been around for many years. The food is fine, but the popularity of the place has been blown away because of the fame of Shenxianju, so you have to take it easy." Shopkeeper Wu continued. .

Xu Maoxiu nodded.

"It's getting late, you guys should go to rest too, I'm very worried in the store every day." He laughed.

Both Li Dashao and Wu shopkeeper withdrew.

"They are more nervous than us. I'm afraid the store won't be able to continue." Fan Jianglin said with a smile.

"No wonder they're nervous." Xu Maoxiu looked at the account book and said with a smile, "Looking at it this way, I really can't keep going."

"It's mainly because of popularity." Fan Jianglin said, "If we can't attract popularity, we can't help my sister. I'm really sorry that she entrusted us with the business."

Xu Maoxiu was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Brother. Actually, my sister didn't want us to help her." He said, "Is she helping us or thanking us."

"I know what we can do for her who only know how to fight." Fan Jianglin said, and smiled wryly, "Wrong. It should be that we don't even know how to fight."

"What we can do to help her is to guard the shop calmly." Xu Maoxiu said, "Didn't she say that we should do what we should do? What we should do is to be the owner of the shop steadily and firmly. If we can't, we must do it." Think about it and worry about it, but it will cause her trouble."

Fan Jianglin smiled.

"That's right, that's right. Let's guard this shop for my sister. It's not popular now. If it's guarded, it will become popular in the future. If something happens, we'll guard it even more." He laughed.

However, I don't know if there will be a day when Xiao Xiaolai's jealousy will cause trouble, or if that day comes, they will still be able to move.

When the sky was getting dark, the servants of the Zhou family were already busy.

In the servant's room of the laundry room, Banqin was the first to get up, but she was also the last to go out.

First cover the charcoal fire in the room, then arrange the combs and mirrors thrown by other girls, and then carefully clean up the room, and then come to the eating place, when the others have already finished eating and dispersed , the wooden barrel for the rice is still there, and there are messy dishes and chopsticks piled up on the other side.

First, he picked up a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, scooped out some leftovers from the wooden bucket and ate them in a hurry, then packed up the bowls and chopsticks piled up by others and sent them back to the kitchen.

These are all things she is used to doing every day. Lifting the bowl and chopsticks frame, she doesn't feel strenuous anymore. She can finish these in the time of going back and forth with a cup of tea, and then start what she should be doing. work.

It's just that when she walked out the door today, she heard someone screaming her name.

"Half celery!"

Banqin hurriedly put the box in her hand on the ground carefully, so as not to damage the dishes, her monthly payment is not enough to compensate, so she hastily responded.

"Sister, what's the matter?" she said, looking at the two girls standing by the laundry sink.

A girl turned her head and looked at her angrily.

"You made the clothes yesterday?" she asked.

Banqin nodded, she did most of the work in the washing yard.

"Look at what you've done!" another girl screamed, reaching for a piece of clothing from the pool.

Banqin took a few steps forward, her skirt was colorful in the morning light.

Banqin's eyes widened instantly.

"This, this, what is this?" She said, and stepped forward a few steps, ignoring the biting cold water to pick up another one from it.

The original plain skirt has been dyed colorful.

"This is Madam's favorite dress. They are all washed separately. When is it your turn to wash your bastard?" the first girl shouted, and she slapped her hand.

Banqin was caught off guard in a panic and was slapped and fell to the ground, clutching her naked dress and falling on her body, she was immediately soaked.

"Come on, come on, come on, something happened."

The shouts of the girls rang in my ears, and the sound of footsteps rushed towards me.

Banqin sat on the ground, ripping the dress in her hands indiscriminately, her eyes were full of colors, she couldn't see or hear anything.

How could this be?How could this be?

There were quite a few people standing in the washing yard, whispering to each other and pointing at the room.

A woman left the dress in her hand on the ground, looking at the kneeling Banqin with a heavy expression.

"What's going on here?" she asked.

A servant woman stood up hurriedly.

"Mother Jiang, it's all our laundry room's fault." She said with a disturbed expression.

"It's not your fault, or is it our fault?" Mother Jiang shouted coldly.

The servants on both sides were silent and did not dare to speak.

"You can't hide this matter from Madam, what do you girl say, think about it for yourself." Mother Jiang said lightly, and walked away.

Other people in the room hugged and sent it out, and two other servants picked up Banqin to follow.

Along the way, a group of people attracted a lot of attention, and they couldn't even hear their comments. She walked staggeringly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

What should I say?What should I say?

She made a mistake, what should I say?

"You were wrong. You shouldn't have said so much by yourself at the time."

"What should the servants do?"

"Say, you don't make the decision yourself, let them come to me."

"Why? How can I push the lady?"

"Because I am your wife."

She was ignorant when she was caught wrong last time, but she was taught by the lady.

This time when she encountered a mistake, she remembered what the lady taught, but she didn't have a lady to rely on.

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