"I'm sorry, girl, I just made a slip of the tongue, please don't take it to heart."
Song Che and Liao Heng sat on the bullock cart with their backs facing each other. Jiang Yun followed behind on a donkey.
But the woman said: "It's okay, I quite like being a man."
Although her appearance and age cannot be discerned, her voice sounds like she is young.
Even in the heavy rain, she drove the bullock cart out to collect vegetables, which shows that she is a hard-working woman.
"Girl, after collecting so many vegetables, do you want to sell them somewhere else?" Song Che asked again.
The woman said: "The rain has been so heavy that the fields and vegetables will suffer, so I cut them all and prepared to take them back to the restaurant for my own use."
"Oh? Are you a restaurant owner?" Liao Heng said in surprise.
The woman pointed to the front: "About three miles further, there is the Huaxi Tavern. Three generations of my family have opened a shop there."
Song Che said with a smile: "The landlady is kind enough to give us a ride. If we add some business to the landlady, we don't owe each other anything."
The woman chuckled and said, "You do know how to do business." Unconsciously, she also accelerated her whip.
Three miles into the rain, as expected, a tavern was located beside the road. Three or four carriages were unloaded in front of the shop, and smoke billowed from the chimney.
"Boss Boss, it looks like your store is doing well." Song Che said with a smile.
"Where is it? In this remote place, the food and wine are not very profitable, so I can only find a place to live. In addition, my restaurant is the only sleeping place in front of Shimalin. All the business travelers who pass by have a rest here."
Women who are good at business and capable have always had a unique charm.
As soon as the woman arrived at the door of the store, a commoner hurriedly ran out with a nervous look on his face: "Sister, Wang Er is in our store."
The woman said solemnly: "Isn't it the fifteenth month yet?"
The servant said: "I don't know either, but I don't dare to ask any more questions. I can only entertain you and wait for you to come back."
The woman sighed softly, "I understand. You move this cart of vegetables to the cellar first, and I will go find him to find out."
She stepped onto the eaves, casually took off her hat, and draped her long hair down her shoulders. She shook away the water stains in her hair. She wrapped her hair around her ears with one hand and tied up her hair with the other. Soon she revealed her hair. A delicate face.
She is probably in her early twenties, and her fair skin does not need any whitewashing. She took off her raincoat again, shook off the water stains, and hung it on the wall. Just as she was about to enter the house, she reached the door and remembered to turn around, smiling at the three of them in the rain:
"What are you still doing? My house is not a black shop."
When she entered the tavern, Liao Heng couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful woman among the people..."
Jiang Yun shook his head: "The butt is indeed very perky, but the breasts are too big."
"Alas..." Song Che and Liao Heng both shook their heads and sighed. It was rare for them to have the same experience as this martial artist, so they entered the tavern first.
Jiang Yun murmured to himself: "I'm telling the truth." He also followed in.
The living room has a counter, several large jars of wine, and five or six tables. It is very simple and simple, with no style at all, but it is almost full of people.
Most of the guests are businessmen on the road, warming a pot of wine and a few dishes to take shelter from the rain. Most of the businessmen were in groups, but there was only one person occupying a table by himself.
The man was in his thirties, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Although he was dressed in satin, he did not have the air of a rich man. Instead, he looked like a powerful street kid. He must be the "second king" that the guy said he was afraid of.
He had one foot on the chair and one hand holding the wine glass. He was still picking at the table full of meat and vegetables in front of him, as if he was the best person in the whole tavern.
The woman was waiting at the table, speaking with a smile on her face. I don’t know what she was saying, but it must have been flattering and flattering words, which made the king’s face feel comfortable.
"Okay, since you are so sensible, I will give you some mercy. Don't be late tomorrow."
Wang Er threw away his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, stood up, patted his bulging belly, and walked out the door with his empty hands.
The woman hurriedly returned to the counter, picked up a jar of wine, and chased it out of the door: "Second brother, I have troubled you today. You can take this wine back to quench your thirst."
Wang Er was not polite. He mentioned the wine jar and added: "Mother Yun, how many women from all over the country are willing to marry Zhang Yuanwai? But you don't know what is good and what is good? Guarding such a broken restaurant will only pay off in the Year of the Monkey and the Horse in the Month." Pay off the foreign debt owed by your father?"
Yun Niang forced a smile without saying a word.
Wang Er snorted, hummed, and staggered out of the tavern. But as soon as he reached the eaves, he happened to encounter Song Che shaking off the water stains on his raincoat, and he was accidentally splashed all over.
"Are you fucking blind? Didn't you see me coming out?" Wang Er yelled.
"I'm really sorry, can I wipe it for you?" Song Che rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to wipe it.
Wang Er hurriedly retreated, but he still said unforgivingly, "You are a muddy dog who has been in the quagmire. Sir, these are my silk and satin clothes, and I have made you dirty——"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Yun slapped Wang Er with his backhand, causing Wang Er to spin 720 degrees in the air and fly three to four feet. With a "chirp", he fell face down into the mire.
The moment the wine jar was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Yun gently picked it up with his scabbard and dropped it back into his palm.
"Second brother..." Yun Niang exclaimed, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes.
Wang Er struggled several times before he managed to get up from the ground. He had lost two front teeth and his mouth was full of blood. Looking at the three smiling people under the eaves:
"You...just wait for me!"
He said a harsh word and ran away in a crawl.
"Madam boss, who owns this jar of wine?" Song Che asked, pointing to the jar of wine in Jiang Yun's hand.
Yun Niang sighed softly: "I gave this jar of wine to him, and you snatched it from him, then it is yours."
What I'm waiting for is your words.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and took their seats with peace of mind.
"Two pounds of beef, one roast chicken, one fatty fish, one plate of peanuts, and several dishes." Jiang Yun ordered the dishes loudly.
Even the bullock cart has to run against other people's cars, how can you have the money to order so many dishes?
Liao Heng hurriedly said: "I don't want any of the above, just a few steamed buns."
The waiter raised his eyebrows: "You don't even want food to go with the wine?"
Liao Heng sighed: "No more."
"Well, the three guests... are so frugal!"
The waiter twitched his lips and retreated. After a while, he came back with several large steamed buns, a plate of soy sauce beef, and several plates of assorted vegetables.
"We only want steamed buns. Did you send the wrong one?" Song Che asked.
The waiter sighed while passing the dishes: "Who calls my sister a generous person? You just helped teach that bastard Wang Er a lesson. All these wines and dishes should be given to you."
The three of them tilted their heads and looked at the proprietress behind the counter who was carefully playing with the abacus.
"Her breasts are not big, but her mind is not."
"Actually, no, hehehe..."
Perhaps she was heard, and the landlady raised her head and glared. The three of them looked back and looked at each other:
"Drink, drink..."
