Time Traveling: The Man and Wife Heads the House

The two people behind the counter were so absorbed that they didn't hear their voices.

The young man raised his head, looked fiercely at the old man in front of him, and shouted impatiently: "Old Cui, drive quickly!"

Lao Cui pressed his hand on the porcelain bowl, and smiled, "God, do you want to be older? Are you sure?"

The young man pulled his hair, and raised his voice in displeasure, "My name is Wang Jiang, not Gouzi. If you call me that again, go away!"

"Hmph! Didn't you call me Lao Cui, not even Uncle Sheng?"

Wang Jiang became even more impatient, "Okay, okay, stop talking, isn't it just an uncle? Uncle Cui, can you drive it?"

Old Cui laughed, "I'll drive, I'll drive. Wang Jiang, you can keep your eyes open."

As Old Cui yelled, "Small!" The porcelain bowl was opened, and there was a three o'clock in it.

"Open big, big, big...Damn! Why is it small?"

Wang Jiang's voice became quieter, and his excited face suddenly became depressed.

Old Cui laughed, stroked his beard and stretched out his hand triumphantly, "Give me the money, kid."

Wang Jiang put his hand into his bosom, paused, and then cursed, "Damn! No money."

Old Cui simply put away the dice, "It's fine if you don't have any money. I won't come today."

"No!" Wang Jiang stared, grabbed his hand, and refused to let go, "Go on, I want to make money!"

"Return the money? How much money do you owe me, kid? How much is the new debt and the old debt?"

"Uncle Cui, are you still afraid that I owe you money?"

"I'm just afraid! You see, this teahouse is about to close down. Where else can you make money?"

Wang Jiang scratched his hair, "Anyway, this teahouse can't continue, so I just resign, where can I not earn money?"

"Boy, if you want to leave, you have to pay back the money first!"

"Let's do it again, I don't believe I will lose again!"

"Cut, no matter how many times you try, you will still lose. How many times have you lost, are you still not convinced?"

"Of course not!"

Old Cui put the dice in the bowl, shook it and said, "Okay, I'll let you lose."

"I want tea!"

Xiao An's immature voice was covered by the voices of the two people who seemed to be arguing, and the two people behind the counter began to gamble again.

Zhang Chi took Xiao An's hand, turned his head to look at the layout and furnishings of this teahouse, the place was quite large, with more than a dozen tables, and a few calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall, the layout was quite elegant, but the tables, chairs and benches were all It is dark solid wood, half old and not new, the sky is bright and sunny outside, but the house is gloomy.Looking carefully, the tables, chairs and benches were covered with a thin layer of dust, presumably no guests had entered the door for a long time.

After entering the door, Gu Xihe saw the empty teahouse and the two people behind the counter who ignored them, frowned, and whispered: "Brother Chi, let's change to another one!"

Zhang Chi shook his head, motioned Gu Xihe and Xiao An to wait a moment, walked to the counter, knocked on the table, and said in a slightly higher voice: "Xiaoer, I want a pot of tea. What kind of tea do you have here? "

Without raising his head, Wang Jiang interrupted Zhang Chi's words impatiently: "There's nothing here, drink tea and go somewhere else!"

"You open the door, don't you do business?"

"Don't do it, don't do it. Go, don't delay us!"

"Is your teahouse closed?"

"Yes, it's closed."

Zhang Chi smiled lightly, slammed the counter, and said loudly: "You can't open it if you can't say it? Do you remember what your responsibilities are?"