The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Red mud stove, auspicious snow fluff.

Shen Qingchuan was wearing a warm fur and sitting on an ancient yellow rattan chair, carefully flipping through the morning newspaper in his hand, but he didn't see any announcements about missing relatives in Xiaolou.

Si'er brought a bowl of steaming hot soup, put it on a small round bamboo table, and said, "Young master, don't go through it, maybe it was posted earlier, or the boss you asked didn't rely on it." Spectrum, he forgot."

"How come?" Shen Qingchuan smiled, pointed to a corner of the newspaper, and said, "Look, I'm already on it."

A black and white photo was posted in a corner of the newspaper, it was the photo that Shen Qingchuan took in the photo studio that day.

Every issue of newspapers and periodicals digs out some fresh and interesting news and publishes them in a corner for public entertainment or as an after-dinner conversation.

"That means it's published, and you might miss it."

"Young master, just rest. If his elder brother sees it, he will definitely find it, so don't worry about it and drink the medicine first."

"Otherwise, Doctor Leng will talk about it again when he comes back."

Si'er carefully held the decoction that had been dried until it was not so hot, and held it in front of Shen Qingchuan, and he would not give up until he watched Shen Qingchuan finish drinking the bowl of medicine.

Shen Qingchuan took the medicine bowl, his wrists as white as snow, gave Si'er an annoyed look, and said, "It's not easy for Xiaolou to walk away, and fell into the hands of your little housekeeper again."

Since that day when he came back, Shang Xiaolou was like a frightened bird. He coughed a little, dragged him back to the room with a heater, rummaged through boxes and chests to find some thick cotton coats, and wished he could wrap him into a cotton ball.

It was massage again, and it was to make medicine in person, more punctual than the clock, staring at him to drink medicine on time.

Shen Qingchuan has been miserable these past few days, but luckily Leng Qiudu couldn't see it, saying that he is not allowed to eat for free here, and that Baicao Yaotang still lacks a buddy, so he arranged a job for Shang Xiaolou to follow He studied medicine first.

Unexpectedly, Shang Xiaolou really went to learn with sincerity, and Shen Qingchuan was able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and have a few days of leisure.

It's just that the task of watching Shen Qingchuan drink the medicine fell on Si'er.

Shen Qingchuan lifted the bowl, squeezed his nose and drank the unpleasant soup.

When Si'er saw that there was still a little soup at the bottom of the bowl, he said anxiously, "Master, there are still two mouthfuls left!"

Shen Qingchuan wanted to play tricks, so he coaxed softly, "It's not bad for these two mouthfuls, can I have a drink next time?"

When Shen Qingchuan looked at people coquettishly, his eyes that seemed to have turned into spring water were bright, clear, watery, emerald green smoke and setting sun, affectionate yet seemingly affectionate.

Adorable and irresistible.

Si'er was seen blushing, young and jealous, and it was understandable. He was too nervous, and stammered, "No, you have to drink all this, this, this medicine!"

Shen Qingchuan stopped teasing Si'er, sighed and said, "Okay, I can drink it, little housekeeper."

Shen Qingchuan drained the remaining soup in one quick gulp, held the bowl for Si'er to see after drinking it, and said, "Look, it's completely drunk, not a single drop is left."

"Are you satisfied? Little butler."

Seeing Si'er's handsome young face, Shen Qingchuan smiled like a flower, and couldn't help laughing, "You have a temperament of superiors and subordinates, if you marry a wife in the future, what should you do if no one wants to marry you?"

Si'er cleaned up the medicine bowl, put the porcelain dish containing candied kumquats on the round bamboo table next to Shen Qingchuan, Shen Qingchuan ate one, and stuffed one into Si'er.

When it comes to snacks and snacks, Shen Qingchuan has always been generous, treating Si'er like taking care of him as a younger brother next door.

Si'er blushed and muttered an indistinct sentence, and said, "Then I will stay by the young master's side for the rest of my life."

Before Shen Qingchuan could hear it clearly, he raised his eyes and saw Si'er lowered his head and ran out in a hurry, almost bumping into the guests who came.

Shen Qingchuan was about to pick up a candied kumquat, to suppress the bitter taste of medicine on the tip of his tongue.

It was interrupted by a young man's voice.

"Master Leng, what a pleasure to cook here." Zhang Wangshen walked up to Shen Qingchuan, with very familiar actions and manners, unceremoniously sat on the chair next to Shen Qingchuan, and even snatched the bag from Shen Qingchuan's hand. Candied kumquats to eat.

Zhang Wangshen is the youngest son of Boss Zhang, a medicinal herb merchant. Baicaoyaotang had a difficult time to survive. Thanks to Boss Zhang’s kindness and generosity, and his support, Baicaoyaotang is today’s Baicaoyaotang.

"I haven't seen you for a month. How is it? How does it feel to run a business?" Shen Qingchuan asked with a smile in his eyes, not annoyed that Zhang Wangshen picked up his usual teacup to drink tea. Didn't even take a sip, it's a good deal for him.

Speaking of this matter, Zhang Wangshen vomited bitterness to Shen Qingchuan, and described to Shen Qingchuan the difficulties and obstacles along the way, dancing and spitting, almost describing himself as Sun Dasheng who had gone through 81 hardships.

Zhang Wangshen shook his head, sighed, and said, "...you don't know, we met wolves and bandits. Fortunately, I was clever and brave, and I just escaped with the caravan, otherwise I would have been killed." The bandit leader is arrested and married to his thousand-gold tigress."

Shen Qingchuan listened with gusto, seeing that Zhang Wangshen's mouth was parched, he thoughtfully refilled him with a cup of tea, the snow collected from Mei Rui, the tea brewed with plum fragrance.

"and then?"

"...I finally came back, and my father forced me to go on a blind date again, and said that the other party was a lady from a rich family. No, I'm here to vomit my bitterness to you." Zhang Wangshen and Shen Qingchuan usually He had the best time playing, and had a good friendship with Leng Qiudu, but Leng Qiudu's aura was too similar to his cold-faced brother, so he was a little afraid of Leng Qiudu.

"I don't want to start a family so early?" Zhang Wangshen said.

Shen Qingchuan guessed the mind of old man Zhang clearly, old man Zhang lived seventy years old, Zhang Wangshen was his son who came late, and he was the one he couldn't let go of.

Seeing that Zhang Wangshen was out of temper, Mr. Zhang wanted him to get married as soon as possible and settle down in peace.

But Shen Qingchuan also understood Zhang Wangshen, and said in a compromise, "Maybe you haven't met someone you like yet."

Zhang Wangshen waved his hands and said, "Let's not talk about those disappointing things. Recently, a Broadway opened in the capital, but it's trendy. Do you want to play?"

The author has something to say: let’s add so much today. I’m a little tired these days, and I have more energy than energy. When the condition is better, Shen’s husband and wife reunite. I want to portray it more delicately.Good night, my dears, don't stay up late, pay attention to rest, and the East Olympics will start next week, there may be people who don't know.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-07-1311 58:22:2021~07-1323-59 11:[-]:[-]~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 66 bottles of Duanmu Leien; 5 bottles of grapefruit tea, I don’t know what it’s called; 1 bottle of Xingche;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!