The son-in-law of a prosperous family

An Zi was a little indignant: "It's said to take in homeless people, but in fact we have to pay a head fee, fifty coins per person per month."

His monthly salary was only two hundred coins, plus one hundred coins per person as a fee, and the remaining one hundred coins was enough for food and drink for two people. Life was really difficult.

“Not a charity?”

An Zi shook his head: "No, I heard that there are wars at the border from time to time, and the court is short of money."

Hearing this, Zhao Yunchuan missed the peaceful and prosperous times he lived in more and more. After the bloody battles of his ancestors, the country was prosperous and the people were strong. Everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, reaping the fruits of their ancestors' victory.

Hey……

It is the people who suffer in war.

When the last bucket of Coke came out of the pot, Zhao Yunchuan felt as if he was being steamed, it was so hot, and then he took out the short bamboo handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face.

Anzi is young but very smooth and can say nice things easily.

"Brother Chuan, this handkerchief is embroidered so beautifully."

Zhao Yunchuan was not modest at all, his eyes were full of pride: "Of course, my husband is very capable, he even prepared to embroider another handkerchief for me to wash."

"Sister-in-law is really amazing. The grass he embroidered looks just like the real thing."

Zhao Yunchuan: "...This is bamboo!"

Anzi scratched his head in embarrassment.

The two of them walked out of the small kitchen one after the other. A breeze blew outside, and their skin felt a little cool, which was very comfortable.

Manager Wang came hurriedly. He first said a few words to Zhao Yunchuan about his hard work, then straightened his face and said, "The shopkeeper asked you to go to the study."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know, but the boss is here today."

Zhao Yunchuan nodded and went to the study.

When he entered, he saw Shopkeeper Xu standing there respectfully. In front of him sat a middle-aged man in his 40s who was looking at the account book seriously. The man was quite fat, and even the ancient loose robe could not hide his pregnant belly.

Looks very... blessed.

Like Maitreya Buddha.

I guess this must be the boss of Lai Yue Tower. There was a kid sitting next to the boss. There was no red mole on his face, so he was not a young man. The kid looked like he had hemorrhoids on his butt. He felt uncomfortable sitting there and kept moving.

If you look closely, their facial features are somewhat similar, so if nothing unexpected happens, they should be father and son.

Duan Qiu Ming rolled his eyes at his son in dissatisfaction: "Can't you just be quiet?"

"I'm so bored, please let me go! Please, Dad!"

"If you dare to walk out of this door today, I will break your legs!"

Duan Wenshu had heard this kind of talk countless times. Every time he did, he said he would break his legs, but in fact he never did, so the threat was nothing to be afraid of.

"My mother won't agree!"

After saying that, he got up and left.

"Then I will cut off your monthly salary."

He paused, but did not stop.

Duan Qiu Ming continued: "Your mother said that she wanted to give Awang away, and General Dou Sheng..."

"father!"

Duan Wenshu's sudden loud shout startled everyone present, and Duan Qiumin's beard even trembled.

"You can't send Awang and the general away!"

Awang is his dog, and General Dousheng is the cricket he raises, the invincible cricket.

"Your mother said that the key to whether or not to send Awang and the general away is up to you."

Zhao Yunchuan watched all this quietly, then began to wander in space, openly starting to slack off, and was still thinking about the problems he had encountered in the morning.

Does my brother also have that kind of physiological reaction in the morning?

There should be some!

I'm really curious.

"Dad, you and Mom are really going too far!"

Although he was unhappy, he still accepted his fate and sat back down.

After checking the accounts, Duan Qiu Ming turned around and saw Zhao Yunchuan in a daze. He had seen many good-looking people, but he had never seen someone so good-looking.

The scenery is as bright as the moon.

He doesn't look like a cook, but rather a scholar from a noble family. The only difference is that his hairstyle is a little strange, very short. Could he be a monk who has returned to secular life?

Duan Qiu Ming collected his thoughts and said, "I heard from Shopkeeper Xu that you were the one who did the accounting last month?"

Zhao Yunchuan was distracted, he was thinking about Fang Huai's abdominal muscles.

"Cough cough..."

Shopkeeper Xu tugged at Zhao Yunchuan's sleeve, and his abdominal muscles flew away. Zhao Yunchuan came back to his senses and glared at Shopkeeper Xu with dissatisfaction.

Shopkeeper Xu touched his nose guiltily and reminded, "The boss is asking you a question?"

"what?"

Duan Qiu Ming was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhao Yunchuan's distraction: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about my husband!"

"Cough cough..."

The tea that Duan Wenshu had just taken a sip of sprayed out directly. He looked at Zhao Yunchuan in disbelief. Every time his father missed his mother, he did it secretly and never said it out loud.

Duan Qiu Ming nodded in agreement. Like him, he loved his wife. Yes, he was a good man.

"What are you thinking about, husband?"

Abs!

But Zhao Yunchuan didn't say anything, as he couldn't let others covet Huai'er's body.

"can not say!"

Duan Qiu Ming did not ask any more questions. Not being able to say it meant that it was something that could not be described. He had also been young before.

I understand.

"Don't you feel ashamed to think about your husband in broad daylight?"

Duan Wenshu looked a little disgusted, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Well, the tea was just average, he didn't like it.

Zhao Yunchuan didn't show any anger on his face. He just looked at Duan Wenshu calmly and asked, "Why are you embarrassed?"

"A man who indulges in love affairs will never achieve great things."

"Oh?" Zhao Yunchuan raised his eyebrows: "This kind of fallacy is really unheard of."

Shopkeeper Xu was sweating, cold sweat. He carefully observed the expressions of the eldest and young masters, then tugged at Zhao Yunchuan's sleeve.

Oh my God, please stop talking.

This young master is a scoundrel, just go along with what he says, why bother to take it too seriously?!

Duan Wenshu laughed angrily: "Isn't what I said the truth?"

Zhao Yunchuan pulled away Shopkeeper Xu's hand without hesitation. He appreciated the kindness in his heart, but in terms of action... he didn't appreciate it.

Shopkeeper Xu was stunned for a second, then tried to smooth things over: "Young Master is right, that's the fact."

"I'm asking him, not you!"

Duan Qiu Ming drank tea quietly without saying a word, looking like he was watching a show.

Duan Wenshu asked again: "Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"wrong."

Duan Wenshu became interested: "Tell me about it."

"Are you married?"

"no?"

"Do you have someone you like?"

"no?"

Zhao Yunchuan nodded and asked the last question: "Have you accomplished anything great?"

Duan Wenshu was stunned, then gritted his teeth and said, "...No!"

Shopkeeper Xu felt his forehead throbbing.

Zhao Yunchuan shrugged nonchalantly: "See, the facts prove that you are wrong."

Duan Wenshu looked unhappy and didn't know how to refute. Duan Qiu Ming actually laughed out loud. His son was a good-for-nothing. He was worthy of the word talent because he could let him eat other people.

"Okay, okay, both of you sit down!"

Zhao Yunchuan didn't hesitate and sat on the lower chair. Shopkeeper Xu sat next to him tremblingly.

Duan Wenshu glanced at his father with dissatisfaction.

"What are you glaring at, you little bastard? You can't even argue with yourself, and yet you still have the nerve to glare at me, your old man!"