Before returning to his own courtyard, Fang Zheng first came to Maxing Street.

His residence was almost empty except for the bed. Although he purchased a batch of items, he still needed a lot of things.

After walking around, I bought two low stools, a small square table, and it was already a little money.

Tie a low stool at each end of the hemp rope, then put it around your neck, and the low stool hangs on both sides of your waist.

Two square tables were tied up and carried behind their backs.

"Boss, how do you sell this rice jar?"

"One Hundred and Eighty Months."

"Where is this smaller?"

"One Hundred and Twenty Months."

Fang Zheng touched his wallet, his eyes struggling.

"Do not care about giving?"

“Where do you live?”

"Zhangjiaxi Lane."

The rice jar merchant clicked: "That's fine. I'll go around it after getting off the market and pass by there."

"Then let's just say that."

Fang Zheng also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a little bit small, one hundred and twenty cents, I'll pay it if I get there."

"no problem!"

The rice jar merchant agreed happily.

After negotiating a deal, Fang Zheng stood up with the table and happened to see Zhang Chuwu who was slowly shopping.

Today, he changed into a short-kan-style shirt for being a coolie, put on a straight-collar blue shirt, with round wings on his head, and walked with his hands on his back, and looked decent.

"Fifth day of the New Year!"

After a while, the two of them are already very familiar with each other, and their names become much more casual.

"Brother Fang."

Seeing Fang Zheng, Zhang Chuwu's eyes lit up: "What a coincidence, I'm planning to find you."

"Is there something wrong?"

Fang Zheng walked over.

"The brothers who worked together planned to gather at Feng Ge'er in the afternoon, let's come together!"

Zhang Chuwu spoke.

Feng Ge'er is also one of the group who moved Xinmi. She is not very old, but she has married and has a child.

Unlike others, he does not live with his parents.

He has his own independent courtyard, so Zhang Chuwu and others would come to him for some drinking.

"never mind."

Fang Zheng shook his head: "I still have something to do, so I won't get involved."

He is introverted and not good at speaking, so he doesn't like this kind of occasion.

Besides, although they worked together, Fang Zheng was appreciated by Master Song on the first day and turned into a bookkeeping master, not familiar with the others.

I just feel uncomfortable when I go.

Besides, this kind of thing is about going back and forth. Now his pocket is empty, so it is not easy to lick his face and eat and drink for nothing.

"That's a pity."

Zhang Chuwu naturally knew Fang Zheng’s concerns, and sighed softly and said, “Actually, they all admire you very much, but….”

"Since Brother Fang has something to do, then forget it."

Although Zhang Chuwu is not very old, he is very clear-minded and is very versatile in dealing with people and people.

He could see that Fang Zheng was a little different from others, and he should be a very capable person.

But for some reason, even though they are very sincere in their dialects, they always give people a sense of alienation.

Even Xiao Liu, who was familiar with him, said secretly that Fang Zheng seems kind, but it is actually difficult for people to get close to him.

Um……

Sometimes, what you say is also incomprehensible.

"By the way, there's one more thing!"

When Zhang Chuwu remembered something, his face turned upright.

He looked around and pulled Fang Zheng to the corner without anyone else.

"What's up?"

Such a mysterious and mysterious thing also made Fang Zheng a little curious.

Zhang Chuwu looked at him and whispered: "Brother Fang's next job is to go to the Song Family Restaurant account?"

"That's right."

Fang Zheng nodded.

This job costs three taels of silver per month, which is equivalent to one ounce a day, and it is definitely a high salary in the county town!

"You can tell brother Fang..."

Zhang Chuwu pursed his lips and continued, "Who is in charge of that restaurant? Who is keeping the accounts?"

"Aren't you from the Song family?"

Fang Zheng was a little confused.

"It's really not."

Zhang Chuwu shook his head: "The restaurant manager and the accountants are all surnamed Mi, and Song Erye's mother's family is also surnamed Mi."

"Um……"

Fang Zheng frowned: "What do you mean is Mr. Song wants me to check the accounts of his parents?"

"I heard one more thing."

Zhang Chuwu did not answer and continued: "Two months ago, the second master also sent a accountant to the restaurant, but something happened to the person who went there was not long after. He is still lying on the bed, and he relies on medicine to prolong his life."

Fang Zheng's face turned black.

Although he has been hanging around in college and has not experienced much social torture, he is not stupid.

This matter is very obvious. Mr. Song is dissatisfied with his family controlling the restaurant, so he has to use him as a lie.

As for the restaurant's account, there must be problems.

But if you find out, you offend your second master's family. If you can't find out, you can't pass the test even if you can't.

No matter who you offend, he will not have good results.

This is a fire pit!

"Brother Fang, that's all I can say."

Zhang Chuwu shrugged and said, "As for what to do for an errand, you can make your own decisions."

"Thank you."

Fang Zheng sighed and bowed his hands slightly.

"polite."

Zhang Chuwu waved his hand with a smile, and said goodbye without saying much, leaving Fangzheng, who was left with a bitter face.

He thought he would have a new job soon, even if he had no money in his pocket, it would be fine, just hold on for a few days.

But I didn't expect that there was a trap hidden in this errand!

The dejected Fang Zheng was speechless, and he could only carry the table and benches and return to Zhangjiaxi Lane.

Next to the well pavilion in front of the slanting alley, a donkey cart was parked quietly.

"Brother Fang!"

As he appeared on the street, a thick and powerful voice came from the pavilion.

"Brother Xu."

Fang Zheng looked up and saw that the person coming was Xu Dayou.

"Um."

Xu Da nodded a little, leaned out of the pavilion with a crutch and limped out of the pavilion: "Your business has been done."
To be continued...