Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

After roughly arranging their work, they waited until Ruyun's sister-in-law came over. After seeing each other, they stood up and left.

Ruyun wanted to keep them at home for dinner, but the two of them thought about it and finally refused. Ruyun must make good preparations if they stayed. It was better not to delay others as it was a waste of time and money.

On the way home, Qiu Rongrong asked Wen Yao puzzledly why she arranged the working time like this. After all, no one works for one day at a time, so there is no need to take an hour's rest in between.

Wen Yao sat on the carriage, leaning against the window to look at the busy traffic and bustling market outside, and replied: "It is not easy for women to work, and they have elderly people and children to take care of at home. It is good that the family can support them to work. Most of them are secular rules that women cannot show themselves in public. This world is inherently unfair to women.

Anyway, the work in our workshop is simple, and there is no need to tie people up there all day long. This way, they can take care of their families without delaying their work, and they will only be more dedicated to their work. "

Qiu Rongrong was thoughtful, and finally stretched her head to look at the street outside with her, and said with emotion: "Yes, many things are unfair to women, just like me. Although those people politely call me Shopkeeper Qiu, But I know that many people still look down on me, just because I am a woman."

Wen Yao lay on the window and turned to look at her, with a smile as bright as stars: "So, we should be more considerate of women's difficulties, and we also have to prove to those who look down on us, who said women should stay in boudoir to be with their husbands? We don’t want to teach our children.”

Qiu Rongrong was infected by her and nodded: "Yes, we don't. Those stinky men look down on us, so I will make more money and convince them even if I smash them."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

Mingyue and Qiaoyan also laughed.

Only Xuanfeng, who was driving outside, touched his nose in embarrassment.

Hey, he is also a man, but he has never looked down on women. Those who look down on women are what Miss Yaoyao said, yes, shrimp-headed men!

When she got home, Granny Shi had already tidied up the house, laid out the bedding, prepared all the utensils in the kitchen, and bought and washed the vegetables. Wen Yao only needed to hold a spoon.

This shocked Wugu Fengden, who had just come to the Wen family as an errand. It was actually the lady who cooked for them. Can they still eat the meal?

It wasn't until Granny Shi asked them to put the food on the table that the four of them reacted.

Fortunately, Granny Shi insists that the master and servants of the family eat separately. Otherwise, it will not be a rule, or a group of people will still be crowded in the same room to eat.

After dinner, Granny Shi took Mingyue and Qiaoyan to clean up the mess, while Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong strolled in the yard to eat.

"The two shops need to be renovated. I'll leave this matter to Uncle Zhang and Uncle Datang. They can just decorate it like our shop in Yunwu Town. The remaining chef at the tea house is good at making dim sum. I don't know. Can the apprentice brought out by Master Chen do it?" Qiu Rongrong said as she walked.

Wen Yao rubbed her belly gently. She accidentally ate too much today. After hearing this, she thought for a while and said, "Let's try it. This hot pot doesn't require any skills. I will fry the hot pot base and pack it for delivery." Come on, you just need to boil the soup. Since it is mainly hot pot, there shouldn’t be many people eating stir-fry. Master Chen has already asked Wu Xing to cook it by himself, so there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Qiu Rongrong nodded, then looked up at the moon in the sky. It was already the fifteenth day, and only half of the moon was left in the sky. The moonlight was shining down, and the wind blew a little bit of coolness.

It's getting colder and colder today.

"This matter must be arranged as soon as possible. Winter is a great season for eating hot pot, so you can't miss this deal." Qiu Rongrong said, then looked at Wen Yao and said: "We haven't met Mr. Storyteller yet. Let's give up the room tomorrow." The shopkeeper calls for people to listen to it first. Although the main focus is hot pot, if the book is not good, it will also damage our own brand."

"It makes sense." Isn't it just about telling stories? She has so many stories. Just taking out the four classics is enough, so she doesn't have to worry about running out of business.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao started to have fun. They would definitely make a lot of money by then.

"The private rooms on the second and third floors can also arrange mahjong. Hey, let Uncle Zhang lead people to do more." Wen Yao's eyes flashed with gold. She fell in love with this combination when she traveled to Sichuan. Eating hot pot and playing mahjong is simply one of the great pleasures in life.

The two agreed and went directly to the tea house the next day, where there were still only a few guests drinking tea.

"Master, you are here." Shopkeeper Fang hurried out to welcome them when he saw them.

Wen Yao looked at the sparse guests and sighed helplessly, having spent such a good building in vain.

"Mr. Fang, where is the storyteller in our building? My sister and I haven't met him yet. Please find him and meet him," Wen Yao said.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed. He was still thinking about how to mention this matter to the two owners yesterday. After all, the teahouse has changed owners, and he doesn’t know if the storyteller will be needed in the future. They have cooperated with Lao Wang for so many years. I also understand Lao Wang’s situation and personality, so I naturally want him to stay.

"Okay, okay, I'll let someone go find him."

Shopkeeper Fang called the waiters and asked them to fetch Wang Kuaizui.

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment when he heard the name: "Mr. Fang, why do you call Mr. Storyteller such a name? Is that what he is called?"

Shopkeeper Fang smiled and shook his head: "No, Lao Wang's real name is Wang Sheng. Originally, the family sent him to school so that he could one day gain fame and get promoted and make a fortune. After taking the exam several times, he found that he was not good at studying either. The story made sense, so he changed his profession and became a storyteller. Because he was eloquent and quick to talk, everyone nicknamed him Wang Kuaizui."

It turned out to be the case.

Eloquence is good. Isn't this story telling about eloquence with both voice and emotion?

The two of them were waiting in the teahouse, and soon the waiter came with a little old man with a beard. He looked younger than Old Man Wen, but he was very energetic.

"Old Fang, why did you call me here?" Wang Kuaizui asked the shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper Fang pulled him: "Let's take you to meet the new owner."

Wang Kuaisui was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, he realized that this tea house had been said to be sold before, and it seemed that a buyer had been found.

Shopkeeper Fang brought Wang Kuaizui over and saw two young girls sitting there. When they saw him coming, they all looked over.

Before the shopkeeper could speak, Wang Kuaizui bowed to the two of them: "Wang Sheng has met my boss."

No matter which one is the boss, he must bow first and then talk.