The snowy night in the early morning can be seen during the day. A batch of red candles changed to shine on all sides. The butler Lin Yi stood at the kitchen door and watched the merchants leave one after another.

The words are filled with the intention of praising tea and desserts. Lin Yi, who always smiles, has a deeper curve of the corners of his mouth, and an impeccable smile appears.

The silence of winter is lost to the endless stream of merchants, and the world covered by plum fragrance continues to rejuvenate, as if you can see the budding and growth of countless springs. This is the current Chengping Bo Mansion, a place where the hostess should have shed tears, and it is also the place where Lin Yi finally chose not to leave.

Lin Yi's conclusion after considering that the housekeeper was able to get the advantages of being given back more. He was optimistic that the great cause of the Bo family in Chengping would not fall. At that time, he did not think that Mrs. Bo was struggling to be reborn, nor did he think that the relatives of the Lin family stood out. This huge family could not be easily destroyed. Lin Yi thought so.

The capable woman stopped in front of him. She was one of the Songjiang family, one of the managers that Mrs. Bo valued for more than a year. She was in her forties and had white and fat faces and thin eyes. She was not moistened by wind and frost in the mansion. Her short figure made her smile and raise her face: "Butler Yi asked her to go to her wife and give her money."

"It's a waste of effort to get it after three days. Why does Madam settle it tonight?"

Lin Yi knew that he had asked clearly that Mrs. Lai Bo was extremely smart last year. The first chamber of commerce was favored by His Highness and had nothing to do with her. The second chamber of commerce was deserted and she was not discouraged. She held a chamber of commerce again regardless of the number of people. Another chamber of commerce took out several antiques and each had allusions, which shocked the whole city's merchants stared out their eyes.

This year, Mrs. Bo came prepared and merchants came prepared. Zhou Dabei's glory is still unstoppable. Even if Mr. Fu Wu is rich in the grocery store, he still recognizes that 300,000 trucks of goods should not be underestimated. This is not the largest single batch of Nanxing Chamber of Commerce. A small batch of goods can make the status of the Chamber of Commerce in Chengping Bo Mansion rise again.

Songjiang's family replied: "Mrs. said that the investment is good tonight. Thank you for your hard work. The housekeeper should be the first. I won't ask you to get the silver reward."

The second-hand manager is the second-hand housekeeper. The Songjiang family's smile is full of smiles, and the warmth from the heart seems to be able to block all the cold in the world.

Lin Yi was in front and Songjiang's home was behind. After leaving the kitchen for more than ten steps, the low-pitched conversation in the kitchen became clearer, and under the influence of the wind and snow, it reached the ears of the man and the woman.

"The ritual butler said that the benefits cannot be obtained by themselves. Let the kitchen take turns to deliver food and drink. I will get fifty taels tonight. People who do business are very generous. This year is more prosperous than in previous years."

Behind it is a scattered echo.

Lin Yi and Songjiang's family walked into the snow without looking back.

Before going to bed, Mrs. Chengpingbo and Qin guessed the riddle for a while. The female family came to publicly recommend her as the leader. It was right to follow the rules and etiquette. Mrs. Pang Qi and Mrs. Zhou Yang made a joke and could only do it personally. The ghost was caught in the diligence, and there were ghosts in the whole thing.

"No matter what, I can't speak or be the leader anyway. I can bow and kowtow, and I will stand in front of me and act like an empty air." Mrs. Bo still smiled.

Qin hesitated for a moment. At the age of fifty-six, the old concubine should be safely cared for her, but Mrs. Bo cannot live without her when she is young. Qin's heart gradually becomes hot. She yearns for her: "The age of the princess is not far from that of her wife. She is not familiar with everything she has just arrived. If you can talk about it, wouldn't the family be further improved?"

Mrs. Bo's heart also became hot, as if a fire suddenly was born, but she was widowed and did not go out, and was born in poverty. The fire became silent again. After she fell asleep, she tossed and turned to a higher level? Thank God if she could do this.

The jewelry in her hand was filtered in her mind. What Cheng Pingbo left behind was all the thoughts, or the Wenjia antiques she got could be disposed of freely and had outstanding value. She added two more items of generous gift lists that had been prepared. After the three-day chamber of commerce ended, the income was high, and two more items of new style jewelry sold on the market were added.

It is natural to pass on the respect to His Highness to the princess.

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The world was stained with heavy snow overnight, like a salt mine, so white that there was no strange color. The prison gate outside the Xixian Royal City rattled, and Shang Jianbao walked out of the city was thin, holding a more ragged thing in his left hand and a tile.

The former Prince Hong's Mansion was found in the former Prince Hong's Mansion. Shang Zhibao held it in his arms and did not let go. The person who arrested him and was not recognized, so he let the old man live in prison with this rag in his arms.

"It's cold," Shang Zhibao said to himself.

He didn't feel cold, his body was thin in the snow, but he was erect and moved forward step by step.

Where did he go?

In prison, no one was delivering food and almost starved to death. Wen Tingyu's son, the old man of the Wen family, lost his property and was furious. He wanted his life several times, but the prison guards thought it was better to accumulate virtue. There was always relief when the businessman recognized his treasures the most difficult time.

Later, someone asked someone to deliver the meal. The wild shop outside the city came. They didn’t know who it was. They only knew that a bowl of rice and soup every day supported Shang Zhibao’s life until today.

He was released from prison. He didn't know that he had no good fortune to King Lu. Shang Zhibao walked towards the official road. He could enter the city after walking dozens of miles along the official road. Perhaps the one who delivered the meal was the boss. Maybe it was the boss who was released from prison. Maybe it was the boss who was responsible for the order. The boss could speak in front of the King of Lu. Why didn't he save himself early and show up? He was angry that he lost the Wen family's antiques?

Fortunately, this tile is the one that the owner likes, and this tile is also a witness to the merchant’s recognition of the treasure and dig antiques.

At first, a foreigner came to pass the message saying that his boss Wen Tingyu was caught in the King of Jin's Mansion. He was a close brother who risked his life to meet him and brought out a sentence to ask Shang Zhibao to move the antique.

If this is said carefully and thoughtfully, Shang Zhibao might have seen through it at a glance, but he just said in a daze: "Old Master Wen said he would take the antiques into the warehouse."

After decades of being the shopkeeper for Wen Tingyu, the Wen family was not successful, Shang Zhibao was the only one trusted by Wen Tingyu. Shang Zhibao thought about it and never told him that there was a warehouse before. This actually implied that he would find a secret warehouse to store the antiques until the owner came back.

Shang Zhibao hurriedly packed the antiques and packed them up. After leaving the city, someone came to see him with this tiles: "Old Master Wen asked me to send them, saying that this was a token. If the shopkeeper Shang understood what he had said before, let the antiques go on the road, I will tell you the way he said. If you still don't understand, I have to run to the city and ask you to pack them quickly. As long as I say, go."

Shang Zhibao believes in it without doubt.

It is true that tiles are antiques. The price of tiles will not get rich even in dynasties when speculating. Only Wen Tingyu, who is fond of tiles, can look at them as a bell, and help King Lu to plot against the King of Jin's mansion for tiles.

Appreciating the tiles on the spot and admiring the antique a few times. Shang Zhibao asked the convoy to divert the route and walked all the way to...the ambush circle.

Later, King Lu was furious, and the Wen family was also furious. He took the opportunity to sell the house and shops to the house, and the uncle of the Wen family simply lived in a brothel. The madam instigated and prostitutes to come up with advice. All the anger was taken over by Shang Zhibao. The loyal Shang Zhibao also felt that this should be done. He only had a tiled tile in his hand, so he held the tiled tile and did not let go. The scar on his face left a light white mark, which came from this. This was the owner's beloved thing and the only antique he held. He could not throw this one out again.

Tile tile.

It’s all for you, my boss was arrested by the King of Jin, and my old merchant lost his reputation.

The old man thought in a daze, walking in the snow... The street trees on both sides of the official road were tall and stout, and the people standing in snow clothes had been waiting for a long time. The snow covered him from head to toe, looking like a pile of white snow.

"Old merchant, the shopkeeper..."

The wind whistled the empty world, indicating that it was the real owner. Shang Zhibao could not hear it. The figure facing the wind gradually hunched over and continued to walk forward.

The cowhide boots appeared in front of him, and the corners of the snow-covered clothes were thickly sagging. Shang Zhibao shivered. In contrast, he felt the cold. Once the old man had such consciousness, he found that the wind and snow were thrusting like countless swords.

He raised his arm with empty hands and "screw". The wind swung his sleeves and left. The clothes that had not been changed for more than a year have lost their toughness for a long time. At this time, it exposed its fragile nature. The words "the old man's dirty skin, hot water, bathing, and brazier" appeared in Shang Zhibao's mind. He urgently needed to return to the city to get these, and asked tremblingly: "Who are you, how can you block my way?"

"Shopkeeper Shang, we are familiar with each other." The man opposite said and took off his coat, wrapped his thick cotton snow coat tightly on Shang Zhibao. The warmth made Shang Zhibao's energy restore. Under the turbid eyes, he kept saying oh, "It's you."

"Wen Tingyu died last year. Mr. Shang's shopkeeper, a friend asked me to tell you, "Forgive the jail disaster, he can't even get the disaster out of the ground. You can take this thousand taels of silver and live a good life."

The other party was thoughtful, and a small roll of silver notes and a small handful of broken silver copper plates were stuffed into Shang Zhibao's arms. The cotton snow-clothing made the sudden cold not frozen on his chest. The beating and hot heart burned violently. After Shang Zhibao understood the meaning of the words, he became hideous: "It's you, it's you!"

He held the collar of the snow-cloth in his left hand and a tile on his right hand. The anger could only come out of his eyes, his nose, and his teeth-gripping lips. Shang Zhi Protun could not hit the other party, so he forgot to have a huge gap in strength.

He strode towards the royal city, and he even forgot that if the other party wanted to stop it, he could do it easily. The sudden arrival of force made him walk fast. The sliding of the ground helped him to increase his speed. He miraculously did not fall and just slid all the way. The people behind him shrugged helplessly: "This old man really hit the south wall and didn't look back."

Half a day later, the wind and snow became even worse. In the farmhouse in Sanshilipu, Wangcheng, Lao Sun poured out hot wine and delivered it to the person who had just entered the door: "So, Lao Shang would not give up if he didn't die?"

"As you said, I will pay him the bank. If he insists on complaining, I won't follow him. My wife follows him at the city gate to the yamen. Do you know? This old man beats the drum," the man who just gave the bank just now smiled bitterly with a hot wine.

"What happened later?"

"Later he was arrested again. As you said, my wife followed him and left the city wherever he recognized him. If it were my brother-in-law, my breakfast shop door was smashed open and turned upside down. It was soft and soft on my wife. We came to join you. I lost a lot of money, but I just don't understand why Lao Sun, you did this?"

The man who gave the silver sips of wine and put down his lips: "The Wen family's antiques are unknown. Last year, the whole Xixian spread. Suddenly your shop closed, suddenly you didn't know where to go, and suddenly your shop was copied. Hehe, it's much cleaner than the breakfast shop I copied. I guess it's related to you. Well, you don't bring your brothers with you. The brother decided to be a peaceful person on the day he washed his hands. I don't blame you. Why did you come back to take care of Shang Zhibao? I can't bear to take your family's money now. Are you enough money outside?"

On the table among them, there were a small pile of silver notes.

Lao Sun promoted the silver notes: "I didn't pay this money, I don't pay the two thousand silvers to settle the house. The merchant admits the treasure and refuses to sue it. This money is also yours, and I will advise you to leave."

"Hehe, I'm not jealous. Tell me how much I have earned? Do you have millions of antiques from Wen's family?" The person who gave the money smiled and collected the money.

"Eight hundred thousand taels."

"So much?" the person who gave the money exclaimed and asked again: "How much do you have to do? I remember the shop you threw down was sold by the Lu Prince's Mansion for 5,000 taels."

"The housing prices rose last year, so many?" Lao Sun muttered with his chin, then answered the question of giving money, and shook his finger: "I have 10%."

"So much?" The person who gave the money exclaimed again and smiled again: "No wonder you don't want all the houses and shops."

"I have 10% of the money I have to pay for. There are also a few friends who share it with me. They said that Shang Zhibao was wronged, so they are willing to take care of him. They pay the money they give to the old Shang, and they pay the money they give to you. They have to be stubborn and have no choice, and we can't do anything,"

Lao Sun lifted the wine pot: "You can eat two more glasses and leave, find a good place to settle down again."

"become."

A moment later, Lao Sun sent it out. The one who gave the money looked at his wife and brother-in-law who were taking the lead not far away, clasped his fists and said, "Never see you again."

“Never see you again.”

The silver-given person turned around and rushed into the wind and snow, and turned around: "Old Sun,"

"Why."

"My breakfast shop is not worth two hundred taels."

"I know."

"You friends are so generous, and you have a good arrangement for your funeral. If you have any plans in the future, I will place you and leave a message to you where you can find."

"Hey, aren't you washing your hands?"

"Oh, I can't wash it clean. You asked me to come out of the mountain and I'll do it again."

“Never see you again.”

“Never see you again.”

Watching the passerby leave, Lao Sun murmured back to the room: "Lin Peng really hates it. He is thinking about his funerals when he does bad things. Well, this is another two thousand more. Shang Zhibao, who is a person who is willing to betrayal, Wen Tingyu died. The old man of the Wen family lost all his property and was driven out by the madam last year. He just froze to death last month. Lin Peng really hates it and even asked me to give him a thin coffin. He is kind to him as a donkey. Now who cares about Shang Zhibao? I am a robber, not a great charity."

He packed his luggage and left, cursing Lin Peng until his bags were all beaten, and suddenly thought: "Lin Peng is taking revenge, so he wants to arrange the funeral of the Wen family. His enemy is Wen Tingyu. As for me, I am a robber, a robber who can handle the cashiers."

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I woke up late in the morning, and I got up at five o'clock yesterday and continued to write after breakfast.

When I opened this article, I was worried that my body would not be able to keep up, so I wouldn't say much.
Chapter completed!