Chapter 70 Farewell to the Long Street

Back to Lin47 Lane, he pushed open the door and entered the back house. Ning Que took out the ebony matte waist sign from his arms and threw it onto the bed casually, as if throwing a piece of waste.

Sangsang sat at the head of the bed, his chill-feeling little feet stuffed into the warm quilt, and was sewing his old coat intently. He glanced at the waist sign on the quilt, picked it up curiously, and looked at the transparent sky tiles on the roof. The light that was sprinkled, he squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, and asked, "Young Master, what is this?"

"The sign of the big inner guard...the secret guard is the kind that cannot be seen." Ning Que sat at the table, picked up the kettle and took a few big mouthfuls. He remembered that he had not even drunk tea when he entered the palace today, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. .

Knowing that Ning Que has an official identity, she hugged the thickest thigh in the world as she was judged last night. Sangsang squinted his willow-leaf eyes and smiled happily, but her concern for things has always been more direct. .

"How much salary can you get every month?"

Ning Que was stunned for a moment, put down the teapot in his hand and recalled the previous conversation, and hesitated, "How come he has to have forty or fifty taels of silver, right?"

Sangsang frowned with his thin brows, his dark little face was full of dissatisfaction, and said, "I didn't think so."

Ning Que shook his head and smiled and said, "We have a net worth of 2,000 taels of silver now, so we can speak more generously in the future."

When Sangsang heard this, the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared. He looked at him with a smile and waved his hand, saying, "Young Master, after you left before, you secretly sent the money over there."

Ning Que was a little puzzled and walked straight to the bed and leaned beside the little maid, asking curiously: "Where did you put it?"

Sangsang looked outside mysteriously, put down the needle-eye work in his hand, pinched the corners of the bedding on his waist with his two small hands, and opened a gap nervously, raising his jaw slightly to signal him to look inside.

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, looking into the quilt with disbelief, and saw that there was a layer of silver next to Sangsang's two thin legs. Even though it was covered by the thick quilt, there was only a very dim light. You can also see the dazzling dizziness.

He opened his mouth slightly, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and calmed down and said, "Everyone said... cough cough... If you want to be more generous, it will cost two thousand taels of silver. It depends on how you are excited and nervous... I felt strange. What you did in bed in broad daylight? It turned out that you were worried about these things. Don't you feel that money is so bad?"

Sangsang looked at him with his little face raised, shook his head firmly and seriously, saying that things like silver are not uncomfortable at all.

Ning Que coughed twice again, rubbed the little maid's head docilely, and said, "Two thousand taels of silver can be covered with a quilt. In the future, your young master will earn 80,000 taels. Then What should you do?"

Nympho

Nympho

The spring in Chang'an is beautiful. A spring rain that is rushing down from time to time, stimulating all the green leaves and tender flowers all over the streets and alleys. Whether you stand in the threshold or stand in the pavilion, you can see all your eyes. The color of life, the east city's 47 alley seems to have come alive with the increasingly strong spring scenery, and the excitement gradually emerges.

After the Chunfeng Pavilion incident, the Minister of Revenue was demoted, and the Qingyun Department was cleaned from top to bottom. The land acquisition that had been rioting for many months naturally ended without success. The Qingyun Department store on the other side of the wall was as silent as a large tomb. Although the Yulong Gang was forced to step onto the stage of light, he did not forget to wash the dark night of the entire city. At this time, no one dared to do anything to the street of Xiaoshu, and even took a look at it. Don't dare.

It is an excellent location, a place for business operations that is quiet in the midst of chaos. Now there is no pressure from the government and the deterrence of the black forces, the closed doors will naturally open again, whether it is the new boss or the opportunity to see the money is very fast and expensive. The old boss who bought the leaseback contract all rolled up his sleeves to take advantage of this warm spring time to do a big deal.

Business is human career, and what is important is to gather wealth and gather people. In the past, there was a shop open in alleys forty-seven, and there was a half-dead decay from the bones. Naturally, no one was willing to come and go, and business was extremely poor. Now all the shops on the street are open , and the spring trees are hot, and the abortion naturally gathers.

Compared with the adjacent shops, Lao Bizhai's business is still not very good, but it is much better than the situation of the cold fire and Qiuyan when the opening of the business. Sangsang is busy every day, but the smile on his face is There are more and more people, and they are still unwilling to ask the young master to hire more helpers.

As for Ning Que's bones, he still had a bit of a sour smell like a young scholar. Looking at the lively moment and thinking about the coldness in the past, he became more and more disliked by the customers who bought calligraphy and paintings. Now he has more than 2,000 taels of silver on hand, so it's not that much. Taking Lao Bizhai's income seriously, he simply raised the price of the book a lot. In his thoughts, since you are not short of money now and you are so cheap, you have to come to buy it, so you naturally have to spend more money. Only in this way can you be worthy of yourself and let yourself exude the resentment of the day before yesterday .

However, things always develop beyond his imagination. Lao Bizhai's calligraphy and painting prices were mentioned again and again, and finally mentioned five times the price when it was first opened. However, there were more and more customers coming to buy books. Although Lao Bizhai said that Zhai's reputation has not yet been established in Chang'an City, but it is already considered a brand within a small area of ​​Dongcheng.

"So it should be like this?"

Ning Que held the small teapot and leaned against the door to look at the guests in the shop. He sipped two sips of tea happily. Listening to the quarrels in the newly opened antique shop next to him, he felt that life was so damn good.

The shop owners on the street didn't know that Lin47 Lane could be reborn, and they could make a fortune and the little boss in Lao Bizhai. They didn't know if Ning Que hadn't helped Chao. The little tree killed everyone on that spring rainy night. This street was probably still as silent as before. Now, in their eyes, the young boss of Lao Bizhai is just a waste who can't make money and only enslave maids.

When the business is good and the money is earned, people will naturally be happy, but they will also easily cause some new problems, and they will feel lustful. Now that the business has just been in full force and five days, the boss of the fake antique shop has taken a concubine. I plan to see the fierce quarrels today, and it is the boss and his wife who are starting a war over this matter.

"Just because of your appearance, you actually have the face to take a concubine?"

"Why can't I do it?"

"If you don't have it, then you won't have it. If you want to force me to the point of being too anxious, I will sue Chang'an Mansion!"

"The Queen can't even care about this! Why should Chang'an Mansion take care of it? Ning Que can have a little maid. You have to kick me out of bed every day. Master, what's wrong with asking for a warm foot!"

"Do you want me to warm your feet? There is no Zhuque Gate! Unless that kid Ning Que becomes the emperor!"

He doesn't have the surname Li! What kind of emperor is he doing!

Moonwheel Country, Southern Jin, the Great River, any emperor from any country in this world will do!

Ning Que was happily sipping tea from a teapot, savoring the sound from the corner of the wall, secretly admiring the fierce and open-minded people of the Tang Dynasty Empire. He was surprised that even in a domestic quarrel, they dared to mention the throne. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he realized that the argument had mentioned himself, causing him some irritation.

Just then, the customers in the shop had dispersed, and Sang Sang was tidying up the decorations on the table. He walked in, angry, shouting, "I can't live like this anymore! The couple even brought up Master me in their argument, and they dared to talk about state affairs, as if my guard master is dead! I'll go to the palace tomorrow to report them, and have their entire family executed!"

This statement is not entirely false. He carries a badge of a secret guard, and it is his duty to investigate public opinion among the people on behalf of the court. There are people in the market discussing matters of the throne, of course, he can report this to his superiors. Although the laws of the Tang Dynasty are strict, they are very lenient when it comes to judging the thoughts of the people. Such angry words during a quarrel between a husband and wife, let alone the guards, even if the case files are presented to the emperor, it is likely that they can only elicit a smile from the nobles.

Sang Sang, however, was reminded of his own concerns over the past few days by this remark, furrowing his thin eyebrows and asking, "Master, in the stories you told me when I was young, those who become spies always meet a terrible end. Now that you are the Grand Eunuch of the Shadows, won't you face trouble?"

Ning Que put down the teapot, shook his head, and said, "Although that is a waist card that shouldn't be seen in the light, I am myself an insignificant person who doesn't belong to any rank. Who would care about my identity? Moreover, if there really is trouble in the future, wouldn't I be able to avoid it?"

After a brief pause, he looked at Sangsang and explained softly, "There's another reason I accept this identity; if I ever have to investigate those matters and kill those people, having the identity of an imperial guard will always be more convenient."

Sang Sang was originally a lazy maid who disliked thinking things through. After listening to his explanation and finding it reasonable, she no longer pondered it and said, "The umbrella cover, knife cover, and overcoat are done. When will Master go to kill the second person?"

"How is the knife? Do you need it to be sharpened again?" Ning Que asked.

Sang Sang replied seriously, "Even if it's slaughtering pigs, a knife that has killed a dozen or so pigs will definitely have issues, of course it needs to be sharpened."

The conversation between the master and the servant has always been abrupt and elusive; it's not that they absolutely have some communication barriers, especially considering the calm and ordinary expressions on their faces. If outsiders were to listen, they would never imagine that they were discussing the bloody events of that spring rain night, involving a murder, a damaged knife, and the act of sharpening it to kill again.

At this moment, a loud talking sound came from the end of Lingshi 47 Alley, and a crowd surged in that direction. Ningque, curious, walked to the door of the shop and took a glance in that direction, his expression slightly changing.

Under the protection of a group of men dressed in green robes, pants, and boots, the middle-aged man, still wearing a casual green robe, was bowing and conversing with the shopkeepers, his face adorned with a gentle smile. He occasionally bowed and laughed, essentially saying that he has traveled and asks the shopkeepers to rest assured in their business operations; any remaining matters can be entrusted to their subordinates to handle.

As the middle-aged man explained, the five or six men who had been standing silently behind him bowed in greeting.

The middle-aged man in the green robe would pause in front of each shop, say a few words, and seemed extremely patient. His followers and subordinates around him moved slowly with him, gradually heading towards the end of the street.

A shop selling ink and brushes is located at this end of the alley, named Lao Bi Zhai.