The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

"Master, that's what happened, you see..."

In Huixian Juli, Shopkeeper Xing told the story in full about Mo Yan's refusal to trade the secret method and Mo Yongshou's proactive approach in the morning, looking uneasily at his ancestors who had made him want to die these days.

"Well, it's interesting!" The jade bone fan was placed on his smooth and beautiful chin. Yan Junyu's narrow eyes were filled with a fox-like cunning light: "But, one thousand taels is not enough. You can bring 10,000 taels over tomorrow and take another photo. Let him leave a certificate based on what he said today."

"Ten thousand taels -" Shopkeeper Xing was shocked and didn't understand why the ancestor would do this: "Sir, this Mo Yongshou clearly wants to frame his cousin's niece with nothing, and the secret method doesn't even involve Ying'er. Without you, I'm afraid the ten thousand taels of silver would have gone in vain, it's not worth it!"

In his opinion, no matter how good the vegetable secret method is, it is just for growing vegetables. Compared with his other industries, it is like useless. Instead of spending so much energy and money to get a secret method, it is better to use it again. Open a Huixianju!

Yan Junyu did not explain, but turned around gracefully and looked at Shopkeeper Xing with a smile, the sharpness in his eyes flashing away.

Shopkeeper Xing trembled all over. This look was all too familiar to him. It was a calculated look. He quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to question it again.

Yan Junyu's smile became even thicker, and he was obviously very satisfied with his knowledge: "Do as I say, and if you do it well, you won't have to go to Mangzhou to celebrate the New Year. If you don't do it well... your eighty-year-old mother won't even think about staying here. In the capital!"

Shopkeeper Xing silently shed a handful of bitter tears for himself. Her bitter face looked like that of a young girl who had been forced into prostitution by an old madam.

Yan Junyu was in a good mood after bullying his subordinates. He ordered several dishes in succession and asked Shopkeeper Xing to tell the kitchen to cook them.

Shopkeeper Xing silently noted down and found that four of the six dishes were vegetarian. He couldn't help but secretly guess that this ancestor, who was fond of meat, hated vegetarian dishes the most. Could it be that Mo's vegetables suit his appetite? Is that why you want to get it?

Yan Junyu didn't know his subordinates' unbridled thoughts, so he leisurely opened the jade bone fan and fanned the cool breeze. His dark hair danced in the wind, and his increasingly lazy aura now seemed to have a more ethereal feel. .

If Mo Yan were here, he would definitely complain with disdain: Pretending!

Shopkeeper Xing looked at the fan with twitching eyes. He was obviously a noble man with a face as beautiful as jade and the bearing of a nobleman from an aristocratic family, but this man's preferences were really unflattering.

I saw two large peonies with bright colors painted on the fan. On the blooming peonies, there were several equally gorgeous large butterflies flying gracefully. If it were a woman holding the fan, it would be okay, but if it were a grown man, the scene would be too beautiful to look at!

…

At two quarters on the second day, all the vegetables were sold out. Mo Yan and Lin Meng were about to take the car back after packing their things.

Brothers Mo Yongshou and Mo Yonglu did not rush to get in the car like before: "Girl Yan, we brothers have something to do, so we won't go with you."

After hearing what Mo Yongshou said, Mo Yan found it strange that these two people followed Lin Meng and the others by car back to Liuyang Village every day just to save a few pennies on the bus.

Facing Mo Yan's doubtful gaze, Mo Yonglu couldn't help but take two steps back feeling a little guilty.

Mo Yongshou felt nervous, worried that something would be seen, so he quickly dragged Mo Yonglu aside and left without looking back.

"Little boss, why do I feel like there's something wrong with these two people!"

Mr. Xiong frowned as he looked at the backs of the two people leaving in a hurry.

"It was the same yesterday. He left without packing his things. He looked guilty just now. Could he have gotten into some trouble?"

Zhou echoed the guess.

Mo Yan thought carefully about what the two brothers did today, and soon remembered that Mo Yongshou had been absent-minded in doing things. She only thought that what happened yesterday made him unhappy, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

But now she couldn't determine what it was, and no one was running away, so she had to say: "Don't worry about them for now. Let's take a look in the next two days."

"Um!"

A few people nodded and secretly decided to keep a close eye on the two brothers in the past two days. The four of them put aside the matter for the time being and went back talking and laughing all the way.

…

In the teahouse, Mo Yongshou stared at the stack of banknotes handed to him with straight eyes. He took it with trembling hands. When he looked at the top banknote with a denomination of one hundred taels, he felt as if his head had been hit by a mountain of silver. Dizzy.

He carefully counted three times, and there were exactly one hundred!

Mo Yongshou couldn't believe it. He fell into a dream, and there were only three words in his mind: Get rich!

"Third brother, have you counted clearly? How much silver do you have?"

Mo Yonglu was illiterate and had never seen a banknote, but he knew that there would be a lot of money this time, so he couldn't help but bump into Mo Yongshou.

Mo Yongshou came back to his senses, but did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at the old shopkeeper across the tea table, and was a little confused: "I wonder why shopkeeper Xing gave so much?"

Why, you ask me, I ask who is going?

Shopkeeper Xing roared in his heart, resisting the pain in his body and trying not to look at the thick stack of banknotes: "If I can successfully get the secret method, it will be worth so much!"

The implicit meaning is that if you can’t get it, just wait for me!

It's a pity that Mo Yongshou was completely blinded by the 10,000 taels of silver, so he couldn't even think about it!

He accepted Shopkeeper Xing's words and put the 10,000 taels of silver notes in his arms with peace of mind. There was a big bulge in his chest. He pressed it again and again until it felt more natural.

When Shopkeeper Xing saw this, he didn't say anything. He just took out a note from his sleeve pocket and said, "I've already given you the money, but I haven't gotten the secret method yet, so you have to sign this note, otherwise I won't be at ease! "

Mo Yongshou was a little unhappy, but he also knew that he couldn't do it without signing, so he took the receipt and glanced at it, and saw that it said that he promised to sell the secret method of vegetables to Huixianju, with a cash receipt of 10,000 taels.

This matter was a conspiracy between him and Shopkeeper Xing. He believed that Shopkeeper Xing would not betray him, so he wrote his name and pressed the bright red fingerprint!

After the matter was successfully completed, Mo Yongshou and Mo Yonglu walked out of the teahouse in high spirits with ten thousand taels of silver in their pockets.

Shopkeeper Xing looked at the paper in his hand and smiled sarcastically: I don't know who I am plotting this time!