Mao Jue is actually not a person with great ambitions. Just a month ago, his goal in this life was to buy a store, run a small shop, live a life of guaranteed income through drought and flood, marry a wife and have a baby, wait for the baby to grow up, retire by himself, find a beautiful place to relax, and then this life will pass.

However, in the island city, it takes him many years to realize his wish. Not to mention the store, he rents the places he lives in. Not to mention opening a store, buying a house is a long way off for him.

I really didn't expect that his dream would come true after more than four hundred years of time.

There are more than 400 square meters of three large tile houses on the street. If there is enough hotel for future generations to open, even if this island is at most suitable for the third- and fourth-tier cities in later generations, it is still not something Mao Jue could expect a month ago. It would be two or three million!

“Everything is moved away!”

Those who served in the army these days are still worthless. With a 100-year-old Wen Meng shouted, more than a dozen soldiers came to do miscellaneous work, and moved out all the soft and soft things in Lao Jiao Tou. As for the salt and alkaline goods left, there were actually not many left. Old Mr. Jiao returned to his hometown to retire and retire. On the other hand, Mao Jue bullied people too suddenly, and these things were not easy to deal with, so he simply threw them away.

The old and frustrated man had three carriages in his house and left miserably. The Wenyuan Pavilion and the straw sandals were excited to carry the glassware and carried it inside. Looking at the old man's look of turning around, Mao Jue felt a little soft. He grabbed He Siyong, who was planning to move the house next to him, and muttered in a low voice.

"He Laosi, we are not going too far. It's a bit like bullying an old man like this, so it's a bit like my Mao family!"

Twenty taels of silver are equivalent to less than 20,000 yuan in later generations, and 20,000 yuan is used to exchange for the store. If Mao Jue dared to say it out at that time, he would either be laughed out of his teeth or be beaten out as a lunatic.

However, looking at Mao Jue's look, He Siyong shook his head with a scammer and sarcastic look.

"Young master, twenty taels are all worth more. The only thing left in his store is seven or eight taels of silver. As for this store, it was originally from the Mao family, we just took it back! If it weren't for the young master's objection, we could have paid the store with ten taels of silver!"

"What?"

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This is really an unreasonable era. First of all, in name, the small towns in Pidao Town belong to Mao Wenlong. He was entangled with the defeated soldiers who fled after the battles of Sarhu, Liaoyang and Shenyang. He first set up a siege on the island and built these street markets. The houses belonged to the government, and Mao Wenlong was the government.

Secondly, Lao Jiao Tou's shop was not obtained by legitimate means. The old guy spent money to bribe the general army officials. Originally, the place was from several Liaodong soldiers' homes, but he sent it out and opened a store with it. In the past seven years, he had earned at least six or seven hundred taels.

When we arrived at Mao Jue, we just continued this greedy snake-like cycle.

After hearing this, Mao Jue finally felt a little relieved. The only little depression was that he finally opened a store, but the property rights were not his.

Fortunately, as long as Mao Wenlong can be saved, no other family can swallow him in one acre of three-point land on this Pi Island.

The store is not opened in one day. It has to deal with the remaining rags of old man Jiao and build shelves. The most important thing is how to share the money when opening the store. After moving the goods, I bought some food to send the soldiers to eat and drink outside. Just in the shop, a group of people set up another table at night.

"Tomorrow, I'll find someone to lay these shelves and other things on them, and then create a golden signboard. Master, what's the name for our shop?"

They were all from landlords. When the Later Jin Dynasty conquered Liaoyang, they were all doing well. They were so down and had a shop again. The Wen family and He Siyong and several relatives were all very happy, especially Wen Meng, who had another layer. Mao Jue was his sister's child. He was in his forties and had no family. Mao Jue, his nephew, was also considered his closest junior. Mao Jue is a little bit good now, and he, the uncle, was actually happy.

Hearing him holding up the wine glass and shouting, Mao Jue really pinched his chin, hesitating for a moment before slapping his forehead: "We are a glass seller. Since that's the case, let's call Linglongzhai. I'm the major shareholder. Half of the input is mine. The rest, you guys have no objection, right?"

Brothers are clear about the accounts, so it is best to talk about this before opening a store. Mao Jue has seen that several relatives of their neighbors were bleeding to make a fortune in order to share the accounts.

"Thank you for your kindness and reward!"

Hearing this, Wen Yuan Pavilion, Wen Shao and others couldn't help but raise their glasses and thank them.

It was really Mao Jue’s kindness. He took the money and the skills he made. The opening of the store is different from the previous ones. He can earn more money in the future. Everyone knows that Mao Jue is giving the Wen family a way out.

"Wen Shao, don't do that shameless thing for ancestors. You should be the shopkeeper. You cousin and stay in the glass shop. My uncle and He Laosi, we must be jealous of making money. You two are responsible for staring at our shop and glass shop, especially the glass shop. We must not steal our secret recipe!"

"Young Master, please take a look!"

He Siyong is an expert in stealing the dog. He patted his chest with alcohol and made a guarantee with him. As for Wen Meng, he even put his waist knife down with his tongue.

"Who the fuck dares to touch our secret recipe? I will just chop him up!"

The words are not only for outsiders, but also for these Wen family members. After all, the birds are big and there is no forest. But now, everyone wants to make money, and this just makes a few people nod and applaud.

Mao Jue really suspected that he had entered the wrong career in his previous life. He drank all night last night and negotiated a order worth tens of millions of yuan. Tonight, he gave the company employees and drank until about seven o'clock in the evening. Mao Jue felt that he was a little bit over the top, so Wen Meng simply led the horse and sent him back.

"Haha, I'm happy tonight, Master!"

It was rare that I hadn't seen Suyi for a day. When I came in through the corner gate, Mao Jue was confused while whispering lines to show off to her for a while. He walked past the second gate without realizing it. However, in front of the courtyard, the fire suddenly caught his eyes, and there was also the familiar crying. Suddenly, Mao Jue's wine woke up more than half.

"Simple clothes!"

With a bang, the gate of the yard was kicked open. More than 20 servants in the yard suddenly turned around and looked inside. Mao Jue's eyes were almost spitting fire.

A pair of delicate little hands were tied up behind her back, and her hands were tied to purple. At first, Mao Jue thought it was washing clothes, but at this time he asked the plain clothes to kneel on top. The two servants were still holding bamboo strips and constantly tugging at her. Red marks on her back and buttocks were revealed.

Next to him, Mrs. Chen sat there crossed her legs, while Chen Qian, the head of the servant who asked her to clean up, was serving her with a little pride.

"Who the hell asked you to touch the people in my room, stop me immediately!"

"Young Master!"

Seeing Mao Jue come in, his eyes swollen like peaches were crying and simple-blooded, immediately sobbing and shouting at him, and Mao Jue immediately roared in anger.

"Young Master, be careful, this is the third lady, elder!"

Seeing Mao Jue angry like a wild beast, Chen Qian was extremely happy and hummed proudly.

"And, there are rules in our mansion. The previous young master just taught the younger one. This simple romance stole the treasures and silver from the mansion. The third lady also acted according to the rules. You should know the general matter!"

"Young Master, Suyi didn't steal anything! That mirror still has silver..."

"I give it to you and the money, so let it go immediately!"

As he said that, Mao Jue simply bumped upwards, but then a few servants pulled his arm and pulled him back. Half of his face shining with fire was extremely feminine, and Chen Qian was even more proud.

"The young master is eager to protect his servants. The young man understands, but rules are rules. Come on, I'll kill you!"

"You fucking try again, dog slave, I've plowed your dog skin!"

"Damn, I haven't given you enough to get the scumbag the day before yesterday. If this person becomes scumbag, then he will always be a scumbag! Let me go as a slave for the rest of my life!"

He became more and more angry, and Mao Jue's words became more and more ugly. At first, Chen Qian didn't care, but as he listened, his face became more and more ugly. Seeing this, Mrs. Chen snorted softly. Chen Qian immediately rushed up with great excitement. Taking advantage of Mao Jue being grabbed, he slapped him in the face.

"Young Master!"

He was beaten to the stone and shouted in horror. At this moment, Mao Jue was pulled out more than one meter. As soon as he sat up, he vomited half of his mouthful of blood.

"Damn, young master? It's just a concubine's son!"

He stepped forward and stretched out his feet to hold it. Mao Jue turned over. Chen Qian smiled wildly with a ferocious face: "I really can't see your identity clearly. A prodigal son, a star who defeated my mother, what's the fuck you? You're trying to tell me!"

"Chen Qian, you are a slut. No matter how high your tail is, you will still be a damn slave in the Mao family! I will kill you sooner or later!"

"court death!"

He staggered up while covering his chest, Mao Jue roared angrily again, but this sentence was piercing Chen Qian's pain point. Once again, this guy took Mao Jue's neck and fisted. Listening to the crackling sound, Su Yi cried even more miserably.

"Don't beat me anymore! Don't beat me anymore. I admit that I stole it. Third lady, you beat me to death! Don't beat the young master again!"

"Hmph, slutty, just admit it. Come and take out the pig cage and steal the Mao family's things!"

A ferocious feeling appeared on his face that had been smiling all the time. Mrs. Chen waved her hand in a slight silence, but at this moment, a loud bang suddenly rang in the yard. On the side of the fight just now, Chen Qian staggered back in disbelief, with a broken corner of his mouth, and his face was still purple and blue. He held the door, and Mao Jue also stood up with a smile. His smile was as ferocious as the ghost who locked the soul in the underworld.
Chapter completed!