Mrs. Cheng nodded desperately, as if she was shining in her bones. Her eyes had turned into copper coins and she tried to lower her voice: "If this is the case, no one will distinguish this industry. Let's pay the money for him to fight the debt."

Only by mastering the method of salt can you dare to be willing to marinate salted fish with salt.

What the child wants to sell is not salted fish, but what he really wants to sell is salt.

Old Cheng chuckled and said, "Let's go and see your distant third brother. He was beaten by his nephew today, and he said he had to comfort him well."

Mrs. Cheng chuckled and said, "I will come to this matter and ensure that he will not dare to say anything. I am the legitimate daughter of Cui's family in Qinghe, and he is just a manager of the sidelines."

Old Cheng glared at her and reminded him: "Don't miss it."

Mrs. Cheng patted her chest and promised, "Don't worry, husband, you are in charge."

The couple smirked a few times and walked side by side toward their guest room.

Halfway through, Cheng Yaojin suddenly stopped again. The old fairy didn't know what she was thinking, and her eyes shone: "Our Chuxue is sixteen years old this year."

Mrs. Cheng subconsciously looked at the door and thoughtfully said: "The child is still a refugee, and he is not as old as the crown. In other words, he can get to know him in a short while and work together for a lifetime..."

Lao Cheng said again: "He is Chumo's master, Tianran is familiar with our family. Chuxue is Chumo's sister and has the responsibility to supervise his younger brother to learn the art."

"As soon as you come and go, the master and sister become familiar!"

"Hehehe!"

The couple laughed like an old fox who had stole a chicken.

...

The Duke Lu Mansion is the mansion of the founding Duke. According to the laws and regulations, there should be four in and three out. Lao Cheng's life is best to save face, so he naturally built the mansion to the top.

The couple walked through the eaves and garden pavilions for a long time, bypassing a lotus pond, passing through two rockery groups, and then arrived at their hospitality and warm-up pavilions. From a distance, they seemed to be bright.

During this period, I also encountered two groups of guards patrolling the patrol. In the dark night, he roared and asked who it was. Old Cheng cursed, and his anger was just a place to vent his anger. He scolded: "You are blind, don't you see it? Is it a big deal? Is it none of my patrols if I don't sleep at night? Does anyone dare to come to my territory and find it uncomfortable?"

The members looked disappointed and secretly watched Mrs. Cheng behind Lao Cheng. Everyone was an old man in the mansion. As soon as they guessed, they knew that the Duke was stabbed by his wife again.

They did not dare to touch the bad head, and were about to leave and slipped away quickly, but Lao Cheng reached out and asked in a deep voice: "Are the guests at home resting?"

The troupes quickly replied and said softly: "Report to the Duke, it has not yet rested. The generals and others have just inspected the warm pavilion and vaguely heard someone sighing inside..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Lao Cheng carefully and said, "It seems to hurt, and he screamed in the warm room."

Old Cheng smashed his mouth and suddenly said, "You go and tell the cook, let her get up and stay up all night, make a few more delicious dishes tonight, and all of them will be delivered to the warmhouse later."

The participants agreed and hurried to the kitchen.

Old Cheng looked back at Mrs. Cheng and pondered: "I'm afraid this matter is difficult to deal with. After all, our son has opened his head. It would be fine if he was an ordinary person, but he was still a distant uncle..."

Mrs. Cheng smiled faintly and said leisurely: "You will know if you try it in the past."

Lao Cheng nodded and said, "This is the reason."

The couple walked side by side again and finally arrived at the door of the warmer pavilion. Old Cheng raised his hand and knocked on the door. He laughed at first, and said, "Brother Cui San, have you fallen asleep? I, Cheng Zhijie, come and see you."

There was a sound inside the door, and someone seemed to be surprised and replied, "Is it a wise wise? Oh, is it a wise wise?"

The warm chalet was opened by someone, and someone hurriedly came out. It was the old shopkeeper of Cui's warehouse, with his head wrapped in silk cloth like a rice dumpling.

The man was beaten by himself. When he saw Lao Cheng, he seemed to be right and said embarrassedly: "Zhijie is here. You see, I am also confused. Why are you vomiting as an elder or a junior?"

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Cheng behind Lao Cheng, and quickly tidied up his clothes and saluted respectfully, saying solemnly: "The fifth house of Cui's seventh branch, Cui Zhao, the concubine's son in the room. I have seen the legitimate daughter of the master. How are you always good to me?"

This etiquette is simple and solemn, and it also shows the heritage of the aristocratic family from one side. Rules are rules, and you should not be a little arrogant. Even if the old shopkeeper is much older than Mrs. Cheng, you must respectfully and first-hand when you see the master's legitimate daughter.

This is not a kind of class suppression, but on the contrary, it highlights the sense of belonging of a group. The aristocratic families can be passed down for thousands of years, and it is indeed a reason for their inheritance to last.

Mrs. Cheng Zhan Yan chuckled and said with a gentle face: "The third brother doesn't need to be like this. My younger sister is already married. Let's not use the identity etiquette in the clan. We should follow each other according to their seniority. You are older than my younger sister, so I should be polite."

The old shopkeeper waved his hand quickly and said with a serious look on his face: "You can't do it, rules are rules."

Old Cheng smashed his mouth aside and suddenly said, "If it's not for the rules, it's a bit troublesome. The son was so ruthless that he beat his uncle. If this matter was followed by the rules, I would have to transfer him to the government."

The old shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then stopped him loudly and said, "This is not possible. Xiao Cheng'er is still young. Cheng Zhijie, you must dare to transfer the child to the government. I, Cui Zhao, will never enter your door..."

He smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, this is a big deal. I couldn't hold my breath for a while. Alas, Xiao Cheng'er is still a child and is currently at the age of playing. Although he hit me today, there is a real reason for it. But I came to the mansion to complain. No matter how I say this, it's all wrong with me. I am an elder."

It can be seen that the old shopkeeper's words are sincere.

The old Cheng and his wife looked at each other quietly.

Old Cheng suddenly laughed and said, "It's late at night, we can't stand at the door and talk, right? Brother Cui San, this is my hospitality warmhouse. If you block the door and don't let you in, do you still have resentment in your heart?"

The old shopkeeper was stunned and then laughed: "Look, I'll say I'm an old man now, come in quickly, come in quickly, are you okay with me?"

Businessmen are smart, and those who can be selected by aristocratic families to do business are smarter.

Lao Cheng made a fucking haha, stepped forward and held the old shopkeeper's hand, and the three of them stepped into the warm room, and then sat in the guest and chairman's seat.

Lao Cheng then spoke, "How was the third brother injured? Have the doctor in the mansion seen it?"

The old shopkeeper pointed to his forehead and smiled: "It's great. He has been bandaged with medicine. Although it still has some pain, it is not a damaging muscles and bones."

Old Cheng suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "I'll go and hang him up now."
Chapter completed!