A piece of paper

Xian Jin straightened up, wiped the front and back of the bib on his waist with his hands, took Aunt Zhong and Xiao Suo'er and went out to meet them.

An ebony plaque with "Sincerity and Measurement" hung above the main hall of Jixi Workshop. Mrs. Qu sat at the top. Second Master Chen Cai and Third Master Chen Fu both came and sat down on the left side in turn.

Qu Damao bowed to accompany him. When he saw Xian Jin coming, he quickly gave up his seat on the lower right side. With a smile on his face, his waist almost reached his knees and he asked, "How about some cold rose honey tea?"

Xianjin nodded casually, untied his skirt and sat down. The first thing he saw was the "familiar gentleman" who Suoer said was sitting opposite.

It doesn't matter if it's a face-to-face experience.

At first glance, he is Chen Fu's son. He looks like Chen Silang, an oil-headed and powder-faced man. He has a standard appearance of the Chen family - slightly raised eye corners and a slightly aquiline nose. He has a slender body and a pair of eyes looking around, as if he is looking around. What to look for.

Chen Sanlang.

Qu Da took a cup of specially cooled rose honey tea, bowed to the back of the hall with a flattering smile.

Chen Sanlang's eyes followed Qu Damao's figure, he unconsciously raised his chin and examined his attitude.

Xian Jin took a sip of herbal tea, slowly put down the tea cup, and waited quietly for Mrs. Qu to speak.

"Sister Jin." Mrs. Qu's tone was slow and she sounded very friendly, "I've met Sanlang soon. He's been at his uncle's house, following his uncle Sun's horse racing all over the country. He hasn't been back during the New Year. Come on." We have been with our family for more than ten years, but this is the first time we have met.”

Xian Jin nodded to him and said, "Mr. Sanlang."

Mrs. Qu introduced Xian Jin again, "This is our shopkeeper He. As you know, her mother is He Xiaoniang from Yiyuan. Now she is in charge of the four shops in the family. She is capable and agile. The Chen family is what it is today." , she is indispensable.”

Chen Sanlang also nodded slightly towards Xian Jin and said, "Congratulations to the shopkeeper."

After the two formally greeted each other, Mrs. Qu smiled kindly and said to Xianjin, "Just call him Chaifang. They follow the third character, Jianfang, Chaifang, Zhufang."

In this day and age, would calling someone by name be too intimate?

Xianjin's eyelids twitched, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She couldn't grasp why she was uneasy, so she subconsciously smiled and shied away, "The names even have eight characters. Nowadays, there are many people in our Jixi workshop who talk a lot. This It’s better for us to keep a tight lid on this matter that involves our family and life.”

Speaking of metaphysics, Xian Jin did not give Mrs. Qu a chance to speak, and continued to smile, "Although I have never met Mr. Sanlang, I have heard of his name for a long time - I had an opportunity when I was young, and with the guidance of an old Taoist, I have been hiding in my uncle's house. Disaster is like listening to folk opera excerpts and legendary paintings, mysterious and mysterious."

Mrs. Qu said "Oh", "Who said otherwise? I was supposed to stay until the age of twenty, but now I am still one year older. Who would have expected that his uncle had a stroke at the beginning of the year, and there were four or five children in the family. The concubine was fighting like a black eye, so his mother thought about it carefully and simply asked him to come back, lest he didn't get the meat and become a mess."

Xianjin smiled happily, "Hehehe."

Do you think I believe it or not?

Mrs. Qu continued, "It's actually best to come back. Although I was following my relatives before, in the end I was living under someone else's roof."

Chen Sanlang's eyes flashed in response to the situation, and then the corners of his eyes turned red.

Xianjin:?

Or is he a talented actor?

Mrs. Qu looked at Chen Sanlang with pity, sighed, and said in a very soft tone, "I shouldn't let Sanlang come over at this time. You have to pay tribute paper and distribute the autumn scroll paper. Busy, but you also know the strengths and temperaments of the third child, is it possible to ask a good child to follow his father to restaurants every day and write some small things? "

Chen Fu frowned and smashed the tea cup on the table with a clang, "If he is willing, there is nothing wrong with it! This bowl of rice is not bad at all!"

Mrs. Qu covered her chest with her hands. Chen Sanlang hurriedly stepped forward, squatted down to help Mrs. Qu calm down, and said the second sentence of the day, "Grandma, don't be angry. Although I am not good at writing, writing about a small restaurant and cursing about bad things are also good. But, if my father doesn’t want me to get involved in the family business, I will listen to my elders and never dare to disobey him."

The voice was clear and crisp, like a male lark.

Xian Jin lowered his head and picked up the tea lid and scratched the non-existent tea trowel.

Chen Fu stood up in a hurry, "Of course that's good! I will recommend you to the bookstore now, and you will be in charge of writing. I will arrange the book number and printing for you. If you can't starve to death, why bother with Xian Jin? Grab food!”

Mrs. Qu stopped covering her chest and raised her eyebrows, "You are always ugly when it comes to words. I don't know who are the blind people who like to read the bad things you write!"

After saying that, he looked at Xian Jin kindly and said seriously, "Don't listen to your third master's nonsense about grabbing food and not grabbing food. Feifang came to work in Chenji, and he is under you, so you will He just needs to be treated like Li Sanshun, Tuesday Dog and the like - by the way, didn't you make uniforms for everyone? Give him one, with only one stripe on the sleeves. He is definitely not here to steal your seat when he first arrives. "

"You have to trust me as a grandmother on this one."

Very candid.

Xianjin laughed, "Hey hey hey."

Now you are guessing, do I believe it or not?

It's one thing not to believe it, but another thing entirely to accept it or not. The descendants of the Chen family want to come to the Chen family's shop to work with their heads down. She can't find any legitimate reason to refuse this request.

What's more, Mrs. Qu's attitude has been very low.

It’s not like you’ll be the boss as soon as you arrive. The second generation of the family business is willing to start as an ordinary employee. He’s already a very people-friendly existence, right?

"Tell me more specifically. What do you expect Mr. Sanlang to do?"

As soon as Xian Jin spoke, he received a sideways glance with unclear meaning from Chen Sanlang.

Mrs. Qu waved her hands repeatedly, "It's all up to you! You are the boss. If you think there is a shortage of clerks and handymen in the workshop, just put them there!"

It’s the most difficult thing to do if you don’t have any requirements.

Xian Jin pretended to be thinking deeply, raised his head and said thoughtfully, "Then let's make paper with Master Li Sanshun. We, the descendants of the Chen family, can't convince the public if we don't know how to make paper. It happened that Gou Yang injured his leg on Tuesday and Master Li is missing a right-hand man. helper."

Mrs. Qu's smile went deep into her eyes, "That's good." Her thin face showed the relief of a heavy burden, and she turned to Chen Sanlang, "Relax yourself, study hard, learn from Shopkeeper He, and learn from Master Li, Learn from the guys, knowing everything in the world is knowledge, and being knowledgeable about people is writing."

What followed was a long tirade.

Xianjin took a sip of rose honey tea and felt that with such delicious tea, the half hour he spent just now was not wasted.

Mrs. Qu and her party had dinner and stayed at Jixi Workshop. Aunt Zhong completely took over the food, clothing and accommodation of this group of people, and Xian Jinle became the hands-off shopkeeper.

When he finished work and returned to the hospital at night, Xian Jin suddenly realized the discomfort he felt during the day - Mrs. Qu's words and deeds seemed to be deliberately avoiding the father-daughter relationship between her and the third master.