Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

Mrs. Wang was crying as she spoke, and Wang Jingye hugged her.

"Okay, stop crying. I'll talk to Madam He. We'll treat it like asking for Dr. An's help."

Mrs. Wang nodded with sobs in her eyes.

Nie Chengping said: "Let me tell you, I am the sister's elder brother."

In the past, he would have said that I was the eldest son of the Nie family, but now, he couldn't say it.

Nie Cheng'an asked, "Should I tell Lord He?"

Wang Jingye said, "Let's listen to Madam He's opinion first."

Mrs. Wang calmed down and said, "Doctor An said Madam He has chest pain. Asking her for help is really difficult. Otherwise..."

She looked at Nie Chengping.

Nie Cheng'an quickly said, "Let's see what Madam He proposes. My Nie family will do everything we can."

He knew what his sister meant, and wanted his elder brother to accept the eldest son of the He family as a formal student.

He had talked with He Shanluo, and he knew that this person's academic performance was really not up to par. Even if his elder brother taught him personally, it was still difficult for him to be a successful scholar.

It is really difficult for me to accept such a student.

Nie Chengping said, "If Madam He is willing to help, I will accept Shanluo as my disciple, my only disciple for life."

Wang Jingye was shocked.

My brother-in-law was in Guanzhong. Many people were willing to be his disciples, but he refused to accept any of them.

Mrs. Wang said, "How about taking in the He family's second son? I think he's very smart."

Nie Chengping shook his head and said, "I will teach Shanluo first. I can't teach him as a younger brother just because he's not as good as my brothers. I can't be like that. Others may think Shanluo is clumsy, but I think he's tenacious."

Nie Cheng'an explained, "We're also worried about affecting your reputation. You can't even teach a successful candidate."

Nie Chengping said sternly, "Others would risk their own health for my younger sister, so how could I, Nie Chengping, only care about my own reputation? Besides, I don't have much of a reputation. I'm just a teacher. I've never been proud of teaching a top-tier student, but rather of teaching them to learn how to read and read more."

Nie Cheng'an stood up, bowed to his elder brother, and said, "I was wrong. I was narrow-minded. I apologize."

Nie Chengping didn't dare to say anything to his younger brother because his elder sister had said the same thing.

Wang Jingye said, "Let's not talk about this for now. If Madam He doesn't agree, we can find another way."

He looked at his wife and said, "I want my junior sister to help. She knows Kung Fu and can recreate the scene. Even if she uses fake stones, it will be thrilling. Junior sister can handle it."

Mrs. Wang blamed herself for wanting to ask Mrs. He for help. She only considered her younger sister and ignored Mrs. He's illness.

But the stepmother's soul is in Mrs. He's body, so she asked him for help.

Wang Jingye continued, "First, let's think about how to get my sister to let Doctor An take her pulse. Otherwise, we can't be sure if this method can be used."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang became worried again. Her younger sister would hide when she saw the doctor, so how could she lend a hand?

Because of this, it was delayed.

Doctor An stayed indoors and all meals were delivered to him. He asked Nie Cheng'an to buy a few medical books he wanted and stayed in the room to look up information.

Wang Jingye deliberately said in front of Nie Cheng'an: "It would be great if I could enter the Ji family's study. Their medical books are not sold on the market."

He was observing Nie Cheng'an's reaction when he mentioned the Ji family, and judging whether he knew that the Nie family was the direct branch of the Ji family.

Nie Cheng'an asked with great interest, "The Ji family? The Ji family in western Beijing? I've heard of them in Guanzhong. They say that the Ji family's collection of books is inaccessible to anyone except members of the Ji family."

Wang Jingye said, "It's his store. If it were someone else's, I would buy a few copies no matter how much it cost."

Nie Cheng'an said curiously, "It's a pity that the Ji family has that rule. Otherwise, let Yuan Wu and Xiang Ming come up with a solution. These two have a lot of tricks up their sleeves."

Nie Chengping asked, "I haven't seen them these past few days. Don't let them get into trouble out there."

Wang Jingye said, "Don't worry, Xiang Ming is wearing the mask I gave him, so no one will follow him anymore."

Nie Chengping had a dark face, and Nie Chengan turned his head and smiled.

In Guanzhong, Xiang Ming and Yuan Wu went out to play. When they came back, someone followed him. It was not a woman, but an old man.

He insisted on having Xiang Ming as his grandson-in-law, saying that he could live ten years longer with such a handsome grandson-in-law.

Xiao Daru was so angry that he beat his son. Then he checked the old man and found that although he was mentally confused, he was a capable man when he was young. He started from scratch and built up a considerable fortune.

Xiao Xiangming and Shang Yuanwu have been with Mo Xinzhi these two days. Xiao Xiangming said that it was rare to meet such a down-to-earth person, so he asked Mo Xinzhi to accompany them to visit the capital.

Of course, Mo Xinzhi had to do his best to be a good host. He thought of accompanying them shopping and then treating them to a meal, as a way to repay Mr. Wang's favor and let him spend some money.

He told his father about it. His father gave him a banknote and some loose change, then told his son, "You are the elder, so don't let them spend the money. Don't hesitate to pay for anything they like."

After spending two days with them, Mo Xinzhi felt aggrieved again. He concluded that every family in Guanzhong seemed to be quite wealthy.

The Wang family is rich, the Nie family is rich, and even if the Xiao family comes, all the merchants will be rich.

Whether you have money or not depends on how you spend it.

It was like Xiao Xiangming had become a different person. He didn't dare to ask and just glanced at him several times.

Xiao Xiangming said: "I won't be allowed to go out without this brother-in-law, otherwise everyone will stare at me."

When he said this, Mo Xinzhi was staring at him and quickly turned his head away. If his father knew, he would scold him for being rude and inappropriate.

They went to a jewelry store and asked the shopkeeper to take out the best jewelry and comment on one. The shopkeeper's face became gloomier as he listened, because Xiao Xiangming's comments on other people's goods were a mess.

But I picked out a bunch and bought them.

Xiao Xiangming said, "Boss, do you do custom-made things? I want to order a few gold hairpins that look like mine."

The shopkeeper was definitely willing, as the profit margin for customized products was higher than that for spot products. He thought the customer came with drawings, but he didn't expect the customer to ask him to draw a few on the spot.

Xiao Xiangming continued, "I cannot sell the gold hairpins I custom-made to others. If I see someone else has the same one, I will destroy your reputation."

The shopkeeper said, "Don't worry, sir. I can't say anything about other shops, but our shop is a century-old brand. I can say that half of the houses in Beijing have their clothes ordered from us. Our orders have our mark. If anyone tries to impersonate us, we will sue them."

Xiao Xiangming said, "That's good."

The shopkeeper asked the clerk to get some pen and ink, his heart pounding.

We are not afraid of customers customizing jewelry with good appearance, but we are afraid that customers will draw randomly on it. If we do it, the product will be ugly and the customer will blame the shop for its poor quality.

This guest is in his twenties, how ugly can he be drawn?

Making jewelry is no different from making anything else. The craft is complicated, and you must be knowledgeable in the field to be able to draw the blueprint.

If Mr. Qiu Sanye drew a hairpin and made it according to the proportions of his drawing, the beads under the hairpin would be two feet away from the face.

And the shape, if you don’t know, you might think there is a golden broom with beads hanging on it stuck on the head.

The boss stood by and watched Xiao Xiangming draw a gold hairpin. The more he watched, the brighter his eyes became.

This is an expert. Could it be that the customer's family runs a jewelry shop and is in the same industry?