Chapter 182

Tian Dazhuang and Tian Erzhuang gave a shy smile and drank water from their tea bowl.

"Dazhuang, Erzhuang, it will take two days for the cellar to be completed. In these two days, qingniang and I have some things to go out to do, so we can't stay here all the time. Therefore, I want to give you two a key to the shop. First, you can finish the work on time. Second, help us look after the shop." Pu weicang then gave Tian Dazhuang the key to the shop.

Tian Dazhuang looked at PU weicang's key in his palm and was at a loss. He was just digging a cellar for people, and he was also doing inferior business. He had never experienced the master's trust. Pu weicang's trust in him really made him feel flattered. He couldn't be relieved for a long time.

Pu weicang looked at Tian Dazhuang's stupefied appearance and laughed out: "Dazhuang, what's the matter with you?"

Tian Dazhuang suddenly returned to his mind and said excitedly: "I didn't expect that my brother trusted me so much that I couldn't slow down. But, brother, please don't worry. I will give you a good look at this shop."

Pu weicang smiles and pats Tian Dazhuang on the shoulder. Such a simple person, after Pu weicang came down from the battlefield, he seldom met such a person except Yun Xiuqing.

"You don't have to watch it every day. If you finish the work, just close the shop. It takes me many days to leave qingniang and I don't have to come back any time, so thank you both." Pu weicang said and took out two copper plates from his body and gave them to Tian Dazhuang: "the money is for you to dig the cellar. Keep it."

"Brother, don't say that you are kind to us. This money alone is too much." Tian Dazhuang doesn't want to take Pu weicang's salary, but he wants to give Pu weicang back.

Pu weicang waved his hand: "there's also money for you to see the shop. Take it. Don't refuse, or I won't need you."

Tian Dazhuang and Tian Erzhuang had no choice but to accept them.

"OK, you go on. I'll go back to my room and have a rest." After that, Pu weicang got up and went back to his room.

When Pu weicang talked with Tian Dazhuang and Tian Erzhuang just now, he felt that it was almost time for Yun Xiuqing to set the time, so he quickly got up and called Yun Xiuqing. He just wanted to knock on Yun Xiuqing's door, but Yun Xiuqing had already opened it. They stood at the door and were stunned when they saw each other.

"I was about to call you. Why did I wake up?" Pu weicang asked with a hook.

Yun Xiuqing wanted to have a good sleep, but she had been planning how to manage the shop in her mind. She couldn't sleep. She just sat on the bed and stared at PU weicang for half a time. She thought her eyes were sour, and then she remembered to look for PU weicang. As soon as the door opened, Pu weicang stood outside the door.

Yun Xiuqing leaned over and let Pu weicang in: "I was very tired, but I thought too much and couldn't sleep. By the way, did you tell Tian Dazhuang about it?"

"I've already said that I've paid them. Don't worry. They said they would look after the shop for us." Pu weicang walked in and stood by the window. He looked down at Yun Xiuqing. His voice was very soft.

Yun Xiuqing nodded, Pu weicang work, she is at ease.

Seeing that it was still early, Pu asked Yun Xiuqing, "what are we doing now? Will you go back? "

Yun Xiuqing drooped her eyes and thought for a while: "now there is nothing to do when we go back. Let's go there."

When Pu weicang heard that Yun Xiuqing was going to the strict hospital, he hesitated for a moment. He knew that strict didn't mean anything to Yun Xiuqing, but he was still jealous that Yun Xiuqing could talk with strict.

"All right." Although Pu weicang is not happy in his heart, as long as Yun Xiuqing opens his mouth, he will do it even if he is not happy.

After Pu weicang and Yun Xiuqing said hello to Tian Dazhuang, they left in a carriage.

On the way to the wonderful hand rejuvenation hospital, Yun Xiuqing suddenly remembered that Yalang said that strictness is a medical saint. Yun Xiuqing blinked and said to Pu weicang, who was driving the carriage to one side: "Pu weicang, do you think strictness is a medical saint?"