Qin Xing stretched his neck and looked around, and couldn't see Shunyu coming out. He glanced at Mei Xun again, and was climbing up the toon tree to get the bird's nest, looking heartless.

A big bird flapped his wings and croaked, making him upset. He said that the young master was confused in the capital. If he was confused in this dilapidated house or bumped into ghosts and monsters that absorbed yang energy, he would not be able to take responsibility and would never have a good life in the future.

After this, I picked up a stone and threw it to Meisun, drank it down, and turned around and headed towards the broken wall, walked more than ten steps, drooped my head and passed a tofu rack, and then straightened my waist. Suddenly, I saw a figure flashing. I looked closely and found that Shun Yu walked out.

"Why did you go for so long? It's so worrying." Qin Xing caressed his heart and recited Amitabha Buddha.

"It's quite big inside, so I'm walking a little slower." Shun Yu said a few vaguely and took the lead in selling wonton chicken at the entrance of the Hutong.

The stall was rough and simple, with no guests. There were two or three wooden tables and stools that were fresh and old, and they were scattered casually. The flames in the stove were licking the black-bottomed pot.

The old man with wrinkles on his forehead was wearing a shabby brown robe, hanging his head and playing the huqin. The hoarse strings were intermittent, adding a bit of defeat to the surrounding bleak scenery.

They sat around the round table, and Qin Xing shouted, "Old man, three bowls of wonton chicken, pour more red pepper oil."

"It's better to add some sour bamboo shoots to make you appetizing, and you'll have a tendency to eat sour and sour foods when you're young." Shunyu looked at the old man and glanced at him.

The old man was still playing the violin slowly, but suddenly stopped abruptly, getting up a little anxiously, and his body staggered and almost threw away the huqin.

Mason found it interesting and burst out laughing.

He calmed down and walked to the stove, uncovered the lid of the pot, and put wontons into the soup.

Qin Xing swept around and shrank his neck and asked loudly, "Old man, it looks really desolate here. After passing one mile forward, it is the Buliang Bridge. Why don't you move there? It's lively and lively for small business."

The old man seemed to have not heard it, just cut it and then brought four small oil-stained dishes, containing four dipping sauces, a plate of black soy sauce, a plate of green coriander, a plate of white garlic juice, and a large bowl of red pepper oil.

After setting the table, I replied hoarsely with a voice choked by smoke: "It's very quiet here, and people who want to come will always wait."

"This old man is strange!" Qin Xing looked at the old man's back and muttered, but Mei Xun saw the lid of the pot, and the mist scented and smelled. He couldn't wait, so he helped to bring the wonton chicken over, and the old man gave Shunyu a bowl in his hand.

Mei Xun shivered and said that he was hot with his fingers, giving him one bowl to himself and one bowl to Qin Xing.

The soup is a thick soup made with chicken skeletons. In addition to goose fat wontons, a lot of sour bamboo shoots are added, which is steaming hot.

Shunyu took the spoon, mixed the dipping sauce, and ate without saying a word. Before long, his eyes were so spicy that it was red. His nose sucked and tears flowed down.

Qin Xing hurriedly called to the old man again: "My little master is a spicy one. Please serve a bowl of wonton soup to give him a clear mouth."

The old man brought a bowl of soup as he said. Shunyu looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with water: "I live in the Qin Taiyi Mansion of Jinmaoer Huer Hutong, Zhengyangmen. There is a market entrance there, with many merchants from south to north. It is a good place to do small business. If you are willing... go there!"

The old man didn't say anything, he seemed to be happy but not happy, turned his back and his shoulders trembled for some reason, but no one saw them.

......

A gong clangs.

A silver roof, green eaves and black curtains, four people carried warm sedan chairs along the street, with patterns and flowers on the body of the sedan chairs, and the curtains were tightly covered. There were more than a dozen people, including stern signs, flags, blue umbrellas, etc., and then they were heavily guarded, with dignified momentum.

There were three liang of people coming and going in front of them, and hurriedly avoiding the road.

Qin Xing looked down at the crowd and said in awe: "Do you know who is sitting in the sedan chair? He is the left minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the Grand Secretary of the East Pavilion."

"What's your business? Why don't you eat and do your job?" Shunyu sipped the soup, put down the bowl to see the sky, and when the warm sun suddenly appeared when I woke up early, the clouds were floating, dark, as if it was about to rain.

After eating, a few people took a carriage to Yulan Hutong. As Qin Xing said before, dozens of assistants were lined up one after another. Although the store was small, it was full of all organs, and there were many people coming in and out.

After visiting the circle, Shunyu chose a brush, pen holder, copper paperweight, and a copper ink cartridge carved into the shape of roses. It was exquisite and unique, and I liked it very much.

He chose Wang, Tang, Gui, Hu, and the famous works of Hu were thick and thick, and he finally had to pay five taels of silver.

Qin Xing had a clever tongue that was so good that he bargained, and then gave up some pens and ink, which reduced it to four taels of silver.

When I returned to the Xuanji Courtyard of Qin Mansion, it was already the time for Shen, and the rain was getting worse and stronger. Madam Xiao was waiting in the front porch, and she felt relieved when she saw them.

Shunyu saw that Qin Xing was just trying to hold an umbrella for her, half of her shoulders was wet, and water dripped with her legs. She ordered Madam Xiao to take him a few hundred dollars to buy some wine and food.

Qin Xing happily took it and went there after thanking him.

Madam Xiao put the newly purchased books, ink, pens and inkstones from Shunyu one by one on the table, and then told me that at noon, the second wife Liu, who sent someone to deliver the message, was sent by the old master Zhao Huanan, who was from the charity school, had already started school.

It turned out that Shun Yu and the second master went to see the gentleman. Because he was not here during the day, the second master went to prepare the silver himself. Zhao Huanan politely accepted the gift, which meant that the matter was done, so that Brother Yu should not worry.

After a pause, he said that the eldest wife Sun also sent someone to talk back and forth. At the fifth update of the Ming Dynasty, there were carriages and horses in the second gate, so he could go to school with Yan Hong and Yanchun.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear Shunyu's answer. He turned around and saw her sitting on the edge of the kang, flirting with the rose copper ink cartridge in his hand, playing with her with relish. The expression on her face was somewhat similar to that of Jian Yun, and she exuded the silly and charming cardamom girl.

She didn't even notice it when she walked up to her.

"Madam, I have never seen this before..." Shunyu raised his little face and raised the object to her like a treasure.

Madam Xiao brought her a bowl of purple ginger soup to drive away the air conditioner, and couldn't help but sigh: "This thing is something that the girl likes, but Jian Yun can use, but it's wrong for Brother Yu to hold it."

Shunyu pursed his lips, lowered his head and rubbed it a few times, raised his hand to take the soup, but handed the copper ink cartridge to Mama Xiao: "I understand in my heart.... Please take it to Jian Yun, don't say it was given to me."

Then he drank it all, put down the bowl, got up and walked to the desk.

There were raindrops coming in outside the window, dyeing the rice paper wet spots. She leaned over and closed the window sash, then casually flipped the newly bought famous book of the famous artists, and thought about it and said, "I went to a charity school to study. Mei Xun came from Suzhou. The rules and etiquette are not perfect, and the result is honesty and loyalty. Qin Xing saw that he was smart and smooth, and he was transparent in all directions. I wanted him to follow me in the future, but I didn't know if my third cousin was willing to let him go...!"

When he thought of Qin Yanzhao, Shunyu had a headache. He didn't mention the grievances of his previous life. He was inexplicably disliked her.

"This is not difficult." Madam Xiao laughed: "I'll go and tell the old lady, how many capable servants are around the third master? Qin Xing is not outstanding, so he should be fine if he asks."
Chapter completed!