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Chapter 64 Call Me That Meng Xiaoshuang

"I've only heard of "The Scholars", what is "Wulin Biography"?" Yun Feitian asked.

That being said, Meng Xiaocom always felt that a look of surprise flashed across his face, which disappeared in a split second, and she didn't know whether it was real or just wishful thinking.

"Could it be that Bai Zhantang is your master?" Meng Xiaosuo persisted in asking.

"This shop only has boiled chicken, not soup." Yun Feitian said lightly, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

Meng Xiaosuo stared at his back, which seemed weird no matter how he looked at it.

Thinking about it carefully, this person is a prince, and he should have grown up in the palace. How could he be related to the legendary "Tongfu Inn"?Maybe, it's my own overthinking.

"Mrs. Wang, you are really lucky. You have made a fortune by opening a wine shop, and you still don't forget us folks."

"Where is it, why don't you rely on your help in the future?"

"Haha, your old lady is gone."

"Come here, please."

A lively conversation came from far and near, and Mrs. Wang, surrounded by a group of people, came to the inn.

There are many shops on East Street, but there are only a dozen or so, but there are thirty or forty people surrounded by Mrs. Wang.Meng Xiaosuo patted Gu Zhiyuan in the crowd curiously, and asked, "The owners of those shops, did they bring all their family members?"

"No. When I went to invite someone, Aunt Zhao happened to pass by. After hearing about it, she spread the word and called most of the people in the village." How did Gu Zhiyuan know about the intrigue among women? Although he didn't know what Aunt Zhao was planning, But from her words and deeds, it can still be judged that this person has no good intentions, so Shen Sheng reminded Meng Xiaoshu, "This person seems a little weird, have you offended her recently?"

"Ben...I've offended her many times recently." Meng Xiaocomb's tongue was tied up, almost slipping the tongue, and finally swallowed the word "stealing".

"I see." Gu Zhiyuan nodded, "But what does she mean by calling all these neighbors here?"

"It's nothing more than trying to use up Mrs. Wang's money. She only said that you and I are still in prison, and she knows that Mrs. Wang is a poor person. She treats guests to dinner at the inn. Perhaps she can barely afford to invite more than ten people. Three Forty, I'm afraid I will owe a lot of money to the inn." Meng Xiaocom guessed.

Gu Zhiyuan's face was startled: "There are such people in this world, they are so sinister!"

"It's normal for you to be well-clothed and well-fed since you were young." Meng Xiaosuo glanced at him indifferently, "It seems that your disguise technique is really useful, and they didn't even recognize you."

"The Ninth Young Master, dressed in brocade clothes and fine food, wears silk and satin and jade pendants. But I, a villager in the mountains, wear coarse linen clothes. My face is yellow and thin, and my sleeves are empty. These villagers don't even bother to look at me. How can you recognize him at a glance?" Gu Zhiyuan smiled mockingly.

Meng Xiaocom also smiled: "It's rare for you to understand this truth. It seems that the suffering of this prison has given you a lot of epiphanies."

Between the words, a familiar and ear-piercing voice came: "Oh, isn't this Meng Xiaoshu?"

The two turned around and saw that it was Aunt Zhao, wearing a red satin narrow gown, a light yellow embroidered long skirt, and three golden hairpins on her hair, dressed like a bride.That face was much thinner than before, the three chins became two, and the big mouth like a pig's intestines became a little shriveled, but the complexion was indescribably smug.

"Master Duan is a bodhisattva, let you out?" She asked in a strange voice.

Meng Xiaosu glanced at her indifferently: "Yes, but the life in prison is very easy and comfortable. I just wanted to make something happen so that I could be imprisoned again."

The implication is that people with bare feet are not afraid of those who wear shoes. I, Meng Xiaosuo, have already been imprisoned. How dare you Aunt Zhao provoke me?Don't blame me for being rude!
Aunt Zhao's complexion changed when she heard the words, and she snorted angrily, but she didn't dare to say any more.

"It's still early for lunch, why don't we all have a drink to congratulate and wish Mrs. Wang's restaurant a prosperous business, how about it?" a squire said loudly.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

There was a sound of approval in the table.

"Little Er, bring the wine!" The squire shouted enthusiastically.

The dark-faced Yun Feitian came out of the kitchen, followed by the thin and frail Xin Rong.

"Bring up all the good wine, we won't go home until we're drunk!" the squire said with a smile.

Yun Feitian's face became even darker. He is a majestic third prince, with such a noble status, but today he wants to cook and serve wine for a group of mountain villagers in this inn?
Naturally, Meng Xiaoshu saw his expression, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly——on weekdays, don't you love to fight against this thief, today, I will let you have a hard time.

The wine was served quickly, but it was not from Yun Feitian's inn, but Meng Xiaoshu asked some young men to bring it from Qiaoying Winery.

Firstly, if you have what you have at home, you don’t need to buy it, which can save you some wine money; secondly, this is also a good opportunity to promote the wine shop.These jars of wine are all the best brewed by Mrs. Wang and Sister Zhang. Let the villagers taste them. If they drink well, more people will naturally take care of the business of the wine shop in the future.

"My old woman, after all, I'm old. Now it's the world of you young people. With you in the restaurant, I can rest assured!" Mrs. Wang held Meng Xiaosuo's hand, smiling all over her face. wrinkle.

"How old is it? I haven't hugged my grandson, not old, not old!" A aunt said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes.

It stands to reason that Zhao Lingling should be the granddaughter of Mrs. Wang, but Uncle Huang is married to the Zhao family, so this granddaughter has become a granddaughter.Once the word "outside" is added, the difference is huge.

Now that Uncle Huang has divorced Aunt Zhao, the relationship is even more unclear.

The aunt's words were correct, but it reminded everyone of the most taboo thing - Uncle Huang's marriage.

Although remarriage is nothing new, in this feudal era, it is not very honorable to say it.Not only is Mrs. Wang's family disgraceful, but Aunt Zhao is also disgraceful. After all, she is divorced.Just now, this aunt said in front of her face that Mrs. Wang hadn't had a grandson yet. Wasn't that slapping her?
The atmosphere suddenly changed subtly, everyone's eyes swept back and forth on the faces of Mrs. Wang and Aunt Zhao.

Mrs. Wang kept her expression unchanged and sat upright.

Aunt Zhao's face suddenly became angry, but she didn't make a sound.Staying at home for a while, she figured out a lot of truths.In the past, I often said this and scolded that, just for the sake of momentary pleasure, but not only ruined my reputation, but also made a lot of troubles.If you regard this as a deal, it would be too uneconomical.

Although she couldn't change her temper, she could still keep silent.

A while ago, when her daughter Zhao Lingling had a heart-to-heart talk with her, she called it "If you don't make a song, it's a blockbuster".He also said to do things quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately!Trivial verbal advantages, if you don't take it, don't take it, and when the good time comes, wouldn't it be nice to ask these people to spit out everything they ate?
As for this opportunity, my daughter said that preparations are underway and there is no rush.

It would be a lie to say that there is no hurry, but Aunt Zhao still understands the truth of it—isn't it just to let these people be proud for a while, and then I muster up my strength, and then step on them hard?This is like the weeds in the wasteland. When it grows, it will grow. No matter how tall it grows, if it is put on fire, it will be gone?

But speaking of it, the harvest in this field is really getting less and less. Recently, it doesn't rain in the sky. No matter how it goes down, the few acres of cabbage will be wilted...

Just as he was thinking about it, an unpleasant rough voice came from outside: "Are you the clerk of this inn? Call me that Meng Xiaoshuang!"

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