Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Perhaps the passers-by were too involved in eating, and many people gathered around to watch.

The smell of steamed stuffed bun immediately entered the nostrils of the people around, and all the gluttons in Gou's stomach came out.

There is the first person to take the lead in buying, and the rest are happy to taste the taste even after eating.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the buns were sold out.

Xiao Ye Zi took out the money bag, turned around and counted it.

"Sold two hundred coins."

Mrs. Qin did a quick calculation in her heart, and said pleasantly:

"It's about 80 Wenle, and the money comes really fast!"

Xiao Yezi frowned: "I've been working all morning, and I got [-] Wen?"

Mrs. Qin said angrily: "Otherwise? Eighty Wen is enough to eat several big meals."

The two were packing empty loads when someone stopped them.

"Huh? Steamed bun seller, give me five more buns."

Xiao Ye Zi looked up, isn't this the first aunt to patronize their business?

Mrs. Qin couldn't help but smile all over her face: "The buns are sold out."

The aunt slapped her thigh: "Why did the kung fu sell out in a blink of an eye? Will you come tomorrow?"

Xiao Yezi wanted to say that it might not be true, but Mrs. Qin had already answered first.

"Come on, just a little bit today, this place."

The aunt let out a sigh: "Come early tomorrow, I'll wait for it earlier, don't sell it out again, my baby hasn't had enough."

After returning home, the two relayed what they saw and heard to Brother Qing.

Mrs. Qin looked excited: "Make more tomorrow, I don't worry about selling them!"

But Xiao Yezi disagreed: "It's not like I beat rabbits to make money, and you don't have to work hard."

Wei Ziqing was actually thinking about it at home in the morning, he couldn't handle it with a big belly at the moment, Xiao Yezi obviously didn't want to do business, it was really too much to rely on Mrs Qin, a blind old lady, to manage it.

"Little Yezi is right. Alas, doing a small business is killing people. Let me see."

Little Yezi naturally agreed a hundred times.

At first, I thought this matter was over, but when I was having breakfast the next day, Mrs. Qin put down her chopsticks after moving a few mouthfuls.

Mrs. Qin has been depressed since she came back yesterday, Wei Ziqing and Xiao Yezi looked at each other and probably guessed what it was.

Sure enough, after dinner, Mrs. Qin approached Wei Ziqing, stammering, "I think steamed stuffed buns are a good business. Brother Qing, I'll help you without wages. We can do the whole business."

Wei Ziqing laughed: "That's it? I've been holding back for so long in my heart, I want to do it, you want to do it yourself, so I stop you?"

Mrs. Qin was quite embarrassed at first, but when she heard Wei Ziqing's usual taunting tone, she immediately boosted her combat effectiveness.

"This secret recipe is yours, I didn't know I would tell you."

Wei Ziqing said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so virtuous and know the secret recipe or not."

"Screw you."

Wei Ziqing smiled enough before saying: "What kind of secret recipe is this? Originally, this business made money and it was for you. We eat and drink for free and we have to let you serve the baby. I can't take you for granted. Now you If you are willing to pick it up yourself, it will be yours, and Xiao Yezi will lend you free labor as labor, and you can use it as you like."

Although Mrs. Qin was happy, she reiterated her position: "I don't want money. If I wanted money, I would have kicked you two out. I have been back to the village for more than ten years, and the rumors have never stopped. I have neither enjoyed The respect brought by the juniors, I don’t know what it’s like to know the cold and the hot. I’m lonely every day, and I’m about to get sick. That’s me. Who do you think can take in two strangers? At my age, money is scarce , I just want to have fun, and I am very excited to go to the street to sell buns."

What else did he say, he was fed up with the feeling of being looked down upon by others, and wanted to find something to prove himself, pay for the business and deliver the goods, and this gave him a sense of accomplishment, and he found a new bright spot in his life.

Another morning, it was still a combination of two people, in the old position, someone came over as soon as they arrived.

"Why didn't you come yesterday? I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I didn't buy anything when I went back. My baby has been crying for a long time. Come quickly and give me five."

It was the aunt who joined us the day before yesterday.

Mrs. Qin skillfully took out five buns and stuffed another one in.

He whispered: "You won't be charged for this, don't let others see it."

The aunt originally had a face full of complaints, but she immediately beamed with joy: "How embarrassing - okay, I'll go back and give you more publicity!"

All the residents of the town come and go to this morning fair, and their beautiful steamed buns come every day, and they can be sold out every day, no matter whether it is morning or evening, and sometimes there are not enough to sell.

The few guests who came here often asked them to make more, so Mrs. Qin replied with the words taught by Brother Qing: "When we made buns, the secret recipe was handed down from our ancestors, and we didn't teach it to outsiders, so we just make it at home. We can't make much. But don't worry, if we don't have enough steamed buns to sell, we won't raise the price."

Rare things are more expensive. Obviously, after the word spread, more people bought buns, and the time to sell them out got earlier and earlier.

Not to mention Mrs. Qin, even Xiao Yezi felt that they could add some to sell.

But Wei Ziqing insisted not to allow it: "First, let's sell a rarity, so that there will always be a sense of novelty for customers; second, we don't plan to hire people to make it bigger, why are you working so hard on yourself? Aren't we not looking for money? , It’s enough to spend enough, and it’s against our original intention if we’re too tired.”

After all, it is a town near the capital city, among other things, the people are quite rich, this beautiful steamed stuffed bun is only a month old, and it has gained a little fame, but because it is only sold in the morning, many of them bought it as souvenirs for distant relatives of.

Mrs. Qin didn't haggle because of being busy, but she became more and more energetic.

The days slipped away unknowingly, the weather is getting warmer, and it is another year of good spring.

Wei Ziqing's body is already seven months old, it's a big month, but his belly has never been too big, and he doesn't look clumsy when he walks. He wore thicker clothes a few days ago, and it looks like he's just a little fatter to outsiders.

He himself felt that his stomach was a little small, but Mrs. Qin said it was just right.

"It's enough for the child to be healthy. What do you want to be so fat? You don't know that many rich families can't give birth to the child because of the excessive supplementation during pregnancy. The cruel ones cut the child by caesarean section, and the soft-hearted and hesitant ones might kill two people."

Realizing that it was unlucky for her to say these words, Mrs. Qin took a sip, and then said: "You have a small frame, and this child is only born with a small body. You put a hundred hearts in your stomach, don't be afraid, I say it's okay That’s definitely a very good meaning.”

Wei Ziqing covered up his emotions, and said with disdain: "Can I be afraid? Why don't I just have a baby, cut it."

Mrs. Qin's temper has become more and more tempered recently, especially when facing Wei Ziqing who has obviously started to get nervous, it's rare to start comforting others, but it really works, and he feels at ease when someone can tell him firmly that he is safe.

Emphasis was placed on confinement, so Mrs. Qin and Xiao Yezi began to take turns going to the morning market, leaving one person at home to guard Wei Ziqing, for fear that there would be any problems at any time.

Waiting for childbirth is far more exhausting than being pregnant. Even if Wei Ziqing is in a good mood, he can't stand it anymore. His heart is always empty. Every day when he is in a bad mood, he would call the child his father in his heart.

A trash, I don't even know that my child is about to be born, hmph, I am also a trash, I don't know who the child's father is.

Don't let me have a chance to think about it in the future, he has to be rectified for his inhumanity to relieve his hatred.

Beijing.

"Ah-"

Steward Feng offered hot tea thoughtfully: "The temperature difference between day and night is huge today, Lord Hou, remember to keep warm."

Song Poming waved his hands. His face was pale and his lips were chapped. On a warm day in spring, he was wearing a sable coat, but he was still shivering from the cold. He was obviously ill.

Her voice was hoarse when she opened her mouth to speak: "Where is Axiu? Did you go out again?"

Butler Feng got a headache when he mentioned this: "I came here to talk about this. Mr. Axiu insisted on going to the drunken red building, and forced the gentlemen inside to get up to pick up the guests in broad daylight. A vase, the old bustard reported it to the official, but Mr. Axiu cooperated and went to the official, but he shouted all the way "There is someone behind me, I am the younger brother of Lord Hou, who dares to arrest me. ""

This is already the third vicious incident this month—for the Hou Mansion, the last time it stopped the princess’s carriage and lay on the ground, saying that it was hit and asked the princess to pay for it; the last time it was all the chairs painted with ink , the civil and military ministers who came to visit, there are seven or eight, all dirty clothes——

Song Boming's expression remained calm: "Go and bail him out."

Steward Feng frowned and said, "Although it's a trivial matter, but it's so frequent, sooner or later your reputation will be ruined—"

Song Boming was reviewing the official document without raising his head: "Don't worry about him, as long as it doesn't kill anyone."

"But the princess has already brought a message to ask if you have any objections to him. If you have any objections, you can go to the palace and speak in front of the emperor."

Song Boming said coldly: "Tell him to let him settle down, otherwise the young master of the Du family's marriage will be decided tomorrow."

"This is not the fundamental solution to the problem after all. Isn't Mr. Axiu just wanting to go back to his hometown? So what if we let him go back?"

Song Boming rubbed the center of his brows, and said tiredly: "I'm thinking about it, you go to protect Axiu first, don't let him leave the house today."

Butler Feng was about to stop breathing. He wanted to cry but had no tears, so he might as well go out and harm others!

He knew that Axiu hated him - he didn't know where he heard that he forced Brother Qing to leave, and he admitted it.

But Axiu was arguing that she didn't want to live in the Hou's Mansion.

But Axiu has been making trouble for a few months. Seeing that he has become more indulgent, he has changed from tearing down houses to tearing down other people's houses. If this continues, he will cause troubles that he will not be able to clean up sooner or later. If it doesn't work, he can go back if he wants.

Axiu glanced at the wooden person next to her.

"I want to go out--"

Zhao Yi's eyes were sunken, his legs were trembling, and he looked not in a good mood.

"Grandma, you can't go out—"

"I'm going, you, tell Song Boming, if you don't let me go out, I'll smash his study."

Zhao Yi almost fainted, why, he was forced to follow this living ancestor by name and surname, could it be that Mr. Axiu knew what he did to Wei Ziqing and deliberately tortured him?

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