MTL - Joy of Life-v2 Chapter 22 Early summer

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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He also listened to Fan Sizhen’s pride and said: "This is just a small amount of money. After I have finished this one, my brother will write another seventy or eighty times. This can’t be sold by the sea. I have to carefully edit it, make a stamp, and then all Private auction, the highest price, who wants to see the end first, who wants to see more girls in the end married Bao Erye did not have to first throw out the silver."

Fan Xian twisted his ear and shouted: "More girls and Bao Erye have a fart relationship! You haven't even read this kid, you want to sell!"

Fan Sizheng succumbed: "The book you bought on the street yesterday, I came to see my sister after returning to the government, just... I saw dozens of words, I felt so boring, so I was sleepy." The young Fan Fan in the eyes of the money really does not understand why the women in Kyoto like this mad taste like crazy.

"Yes, don't fight this with you." Fan Xian couldn't help but said: "It's just that these things are complicated. You have to be a small child, and you have to go to school. If you want to do this, wait a few years."

"A few years later? The broccoli is cold." Fan Sizhen screamed in surprise.

"What about it? If you are a fan of Fan, after all, if you really show your face to do business, how can you get over Liu Yuniang and his father? Beware that they have tore your skin."

Fan Siyu said in agony: "Yes, so I decided to borrow a treasurer from Qingyutang, and I had to hide behind the scenes."

Fan Xian is really an accident. In addition to his temperament and arbitrariness, this teenager is so talented in business. He actually thought of the professional manager’s trick, and he was interested in the words of Qing Yutang. Unintentionally leaked the past.

Seeing that the little guy’s mind has been set, he sighed and took out the silver ticket accumulated over the years from his arms. Plus his sister honoured his own, handed it over, and he slowly came to discuss with the few merchants on the government. It is not a matter of negotiation to raise those people.

Fan Si frowned and counted, and found that this brother is quite rich, plus the ones that he saved, the first start-up capital should be almost the same.

Fan Xian no longer said the other side, just cautioned and reminded: "To go up the relationship, to suppress the lower class, this kind of technique, in addition to the name of the old man, you have to give others some benefits."

"Where is this what my brother said?" Fan Siyi said: "The bribe is naturally to be given. If you are a big official in the future, there will always be a day for them to spit back."

Fan is almost out of danger, and quickly pushes the door and walks away. In the past, I always felt that the silver banknotes had different flavors. Today, I know that the smell of copper smell is really sore.

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At noon, the sun was so fierce, the trees on both sides of the road were stunned, and they were hanging weakly, unable to give comfort and obscurity to the poor pedestrians.

Fan Xian was on the side of the road with a bowl of sour plum soup snoring. He knew that drinking too fast could not quench his thirst, and his stomach could not stand it. He listened to the noise of the "know, know" noise in the tree next to him. It was very doubtful. How many months? Spring has not passed, how come this summer?

The temple in the distance is extraordinarily solemn in the sun, and some of the original show is completely dry, and the black round reflection reflects the sun, and the picture is very sacred.

Today's Qing Temple is more lively than yesterday. From time to time, people go in to worship and pray, and Fan is somewhat curious. Why was it so cold when I went there yesterday? He naturally didn't know that when the nobleman stole half a day yesterday, the road had already been guarded on both sides of the road, and he was able to go to the door and give him a note with the master. The connivance of the person.

Wu Zhu really indulges him, indulges him to drink, condone him to adjust, even he wants to go to the temple to see, Wu Zhu can even stun so many guards for such a small problem.

Fan Xian didn't know how big the scorpion he actually provoked yesterday, but he sat on the bench and drank sour plum soup, licking his legs and waiting for the girl.

In a room very close to the Qing Temple, the sun could not penetrate into the house, so it looked a little dark and cool. Gong Dian sat in a chair coldly, conditioning his own interest and letting himself enter the best state.

He was late last night, but he did not return home early in the morning, but came to the Qing Temple. Because he wants to come and think, I always feel that the teenager appeared yesterday is a bit weird. The little sister-in-law who was under him was stunned by the master of the master class at the same time. What kind of existence existed between the boy and the temple? relationship?

I don't know why, Gong Dian always thinks that the boy will come here again today, maybe the peerless master who doesn't know the appearance will come here.

This is a master's intuition. Although it is not accurate, it is worth a gamble. But the **** Hong **** did not believe his judgment at all. He only investigated the inside of the guards. He had to come alone.

Gong Dian quietly sat in the house, looking through the narrow gap under the window, and looking at the entrance of the temple coldly.

Outside, Fan Xi finally couldn't stand the sun's exposure, sip a cup of soup... soup, untied two cloth buckles on the raft, and stretched out his tongue and went to the Qing Temple.

Fan leisure's footsteps are getting closer and closer to the Qing Temple.

What the palace seemed to hear, slightly frowning.

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Under the sunshine, Fan’s feet fell on the bluestone board and felt a bit hot. He seemed to hate this feeling and took his foot back.

Then he tied the buckle on his chest, smiled and turned, went back to the stall selling sour plum soup and asked for a bowl, then slowly drank it, followed by a long walk away from the temple, waiting After waiting for the carriage at the street, I vomited and shouted: "Return to the house!"

Fujiko looked at him curiously and found that there was no expression on the face of the young master.

Fan sat in the carriage, turned back and looked at the direction of the Qing Temple. He frowned. He didn’t know why Wu Zhushu would let him leave, and he didn’t know who was waiting for him.

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Palace code looked coldly in front of the eyes, listening to the footsteps in the ear was actually going back, the eyes were full of light, ready to get up, but unexpectedly felt a gust of wind blowing behind, his neck was cold.

In the spring of the year, the heat of the day was hot, but the palace code dropped a drop of cold sweat.

His hands were placed steadily on his lap, and the nails were perfectly trimmed, and the sharp, sharp, sharp knife was placed three inches in front of his hand.

However, he did not dare to pull the knife.

Because he can feel that the person behind him is stronger and faster than himself.

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