Chapter 387

Zhou Lu pushed the graphite, heard the shouting in the room, as if did not hear, indifferent. He's used to it so many times.

Even if not used to it, song QingHan was beaten by old lady Zhou.

She deserves to be beaten.

"All right

Mr. Guan wiped his face and couldn't look down. He was splashed with water. Shouldn't these people's first reaction be to hand him a dry towel? As a result, they put him aside and focused on beating the woman.

Well, at the beginning, they were all polite families. After knowing the status of the downtrodden slaves and maidservants, they quickly degenerated, and their behavior was no different from that of the wild men in the countryside.

"Don't fight, Mrs. Zhou. I left the money here. It's not early. I have something to do. I'll leave it alone. Well, I'll see you later."

With that, he turned and took two students to the gate.

Before he got out of the house, the sound of money and knives rang behind him.

He shook his head and sighed heavily.

When he walked out of the alley and walked down the street to the inn, his two students could not help sighing: "it's really changeable. What a scene it was when you were in the Academy on Tuesday. Even when you were lecturing, you were surrounded by several servants. Some were serving tea and others were eating snacks. How could you know that you are now down here?"

"Who made them offend them. Is it life or death, wealth or poverty, is not all the above sentence? "

"You say that they are far away in Jinzhou, thousands of miles away from the capital. Why should you punish them so heavily?"

"Who knows, let's make an example."

When he got near the inn, the student suddenly called out, "eh, isn't that Miss Song?"

Mr. Guan looked up and saw a girl in a red dress standing at the door of the inn.

Her eyes are bright, her black hair is like ink, and she has a red wooden hairpin. The whole person is bright but not vulgar, like a pomegranate flower in the snow. It has the posture of ice and snow, crystal clear, but it is a red face like fire, which makes the surrounding delicate flowers lose their color.

"Miss Song!"

Mr. Guan came up to her with praise in his eyes, and his voice was warm. Then he looked at the books piled on the cart pulled behind him. He could not help but be astonished.

"A thousand books have been printed so quickly?"

If this is copied by hand, even if ten people copy together, it will take more than half a month!

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "this is still my thousand exhortations, want them to be more careful, quality and quantity, the speed is slowed down a little, otherwise, this noon can give you."

as like as two peas, Mr. Guan went to the front of the car and picked up a book. He could not help exclaiming, "this word is just like the classics I saw from master Meng Yun. It is elegant and natural."

Song Xijiao chuckles to herself. Gao is very tall, but the master is flattered. He is just a small hunter.

"The art of printing is really unfathomable."

He said, winking at the student.

The two students could not wait to send song Xijiao back to the inn to look through the book. They immediately opened the bag and gave her five money bags.

At this time, not far from their corner, song QingHan quietly approached.

She was holding a bundle in her hand. At this time, Mr. Guan left it at the Zhou's house and forgot to take it. Mrs. Zhou opened it specially and found that there was nothing but bamboo paper and books. Mrs. Zhou asked her to come and return it to Mr. Guan.

I didn't expect that she came after her from afar. She even saw Mr. Guan giving song Xijiao Dao money!

That bag by bag is much more than Mr. Guan left in their home. Roughly speaking, it would cost thousands of dollars. Five bags means 5000 dollars!

He gave it all to song Xijiao!

If the money falls into her hands, how many clothes can be cut, how many Rouge powder can be bought, and how many days' meat can be eaten?

Nail deep into the palm, never a moment, song QingHan is so want to strangle song Xijiao!

They are three sisters. Song Qingchen is still in prison. She bears humiliation in the Zhou family. On what basis can song Xijiao live a healthy and prosperous life every day!

After Song Xijiao finished counting the money and leaving with her minion, she immediately came forward with the bag: "Mr. Guan, you forgot to take your baggage."

"Oh! Thank you, thank you very much. "

Seeing that it was a young door coming to pick up the burden, song QingHan suddenly fell into a trap. When he reached over, he quietly put his hand in his palm, which made him suddenly raise his head.

Seeing his bright eyes, she was not afraid of it. She stretched out her finger and plucked it twice in his palm.

The student was shocked and pulled his hand back.

Mr. Guan and another student didn't know what happened. They looked at him and said, "what's the matter?"

The student's cheeks were flushed, but disgust appeared in his eyes. His voice was stuffy and his airway was "nothing.""Mr. Guan, this evening, I will go to the alley to see the moon. If Mr. Guan is interested, I can come and watch it together."

Song QingHan said, and glanced at the pupil who was pinched by her.

But Mr. Guan was so confused that he didn't understand what she was talking about.

After she twisted her waist and left, the student immediately frowned, looked at Mr. Guan, looked at another student, and held the words in his chest, thought about it, and swallowed it back.

Well, it's so important for a woman to pretend that nothing happened.

On the other side, song Xijiao handed over the book to Mr. Guan, and then gave the money bag that had been prepared earlier to Zhang Quan: "you can take it and divide it. You have been working hard these days. You will have a half day off tomorrow. You can have a good rest and come back to work in the afternoon."

"Thank you very much

It's good to have a reward, but there is still a fake one. Zhang Quan is overjoyed. He takes two helpers and runs towards the bamboo paper yard with two helpers. After putting down the scooter, they can take the money and go out in a smart way!

Song Xijiao strolled home alone, unconsciously thinking of Hu que.

In two days, he made 15000 yuan. After excluding the labor cost and cost, he made a full profit of 10000 yuan.

If he didn't fight with Hu que as he is now and make such a large sum of money, he didn't know how happy he would be.

Near the door of the house, a servant suddenly rushed up to stop her and cried, "Miss Song, please do me a favor. Go and see our young master!"

Song Xijiao was startled. Seeing that it was the boy beside Hu que, song Xijiao asked, "what's the matter? What's wrong with Hu que?"

"Oh! If you can't say a word or two clearly, you can see it in person! "

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