Nightfall Chapter 70: Farewell to the long street

Chapter 70 Farewell to the Long Street

Back to Lin 47 Lane, opened the shop door and entered the back house. Ning Que took out the matte ebony waist badge from his arms and threw it on the bed casually, as if throwing a piece of waste wood.

Sangsang sat on the bed, with two little feet tucked into the warm blanket, he was intently mending his old coat, glanced at the waistband on the quilt, and curiously picked it up, facing the roof The light from the transparent skylight tiles, squinted his eyes carefully for a long time, and asked: "Master, what is this?"

"The brand of the Ouchi guard...The dark guard is the one that is not visible." Ning Que sat at the table, lifted the kettle and took a few big mouthfuls, remembering that he hadn't even drank a sip of tea in the palace today. Can't help but feel depressed.

Knowing that Ning Que had an official status, she hugged one of the thickest thighs in the world as judged last night. Sangsang squinted those willow leaves and smiled happily, but her focus on things It has always been straightforward.

"How much salary can I get each month?"

Ning Que was stunned, put down the teapot in his hand and recalled the previous conversation, hesitated and said: "How come you have to have forty or fifty taels of silver?"

Sangsang frowned, his dark little face was full of dissatisfaction, and said: "I didn't expect it to be too much."

Ning Que shook his head and smiled and said, "We have a net worth of two thousand taels of silver now, and we will be more generous in our work in the future."

Sangsang heard this, the dissatisfaction on his face disappeared without a trace, and he smiled and looked at him, beckoning his little hand, and said, "Master, after you left, you quietly sent the money over there."

Ning Que was a little puzzled, and walked straight to the bed beside the little maid, and asked curiously: "Where did you put it?"

Sangsang looked out mysteriously, put down the needlework in his hand, pinched the two corners of the bedding around his waist with two small hands, stretched a gap, slightly raised his chin to signal him to look inside .

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked into the quilt in disbelief, and saw that Sangsang’s two thin legs were densely covered with a layer of silver, even though it was covered by the thick quilt, it was only extremely dim. The light, you can also see the dizzying silver halo.

He opened his mouth slightly, forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, pretending to be calm and taught: "I have said...cough cough...If you want to be more generous, only two thousand taels of silver, to see what makes you excited and nervous. Now... I feel strange that you are so worried about this when you are lying in bed during the day. Don't you feel that you are too panic?"

Sangsang looked up at him with a small face, and shook his head very firmly and seriously, indicating that such things as silver are not ridiculous at all.

Ning Que coughed twice again, rubbed the little maid’s head fondly, and said: "Two thousand taels of silver can be covered by a quilt. In the future, your young master will earn more than eight thousand taels. , What will you do then?"

The spring in Chang'an is very beautiful. A spring rain that rushes into the ground from time to time will give birth to all the green leaves and tender flowers all over the streets and alleys. Whether you are standing in the threshold or standing in the pavilion, I can see the colors of life everywhere, and Lane 47 of the East City Lin seems to have come alive with the thicker spring scenery, and the excitement gradually emerged.

After the Chunfengting incident, the Department of Households was demoted, and the Qingyun Department was cleaned from top to bottom. The land acquisition that had been noisy for several months naturally ended. The Qingyun treasure house on the other side of the wall was as silent as a Tomb. Although the Yulong Gang was forced to be on the bright stage, it did not forget to clean up the night of the whole city with the opportunity. At this time, no one dared to do anything to the street towards the little tree, or even just glance at it. Dare not.

This is an excellent location, a quiet place for business, now without the pressure of the government and the deterrence of the black forces, those closed shops will naturally reopen, whether it is a new boss or a chance. The old bosses who bought back the lease with a lot of money from Qikuai all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to take advantage of this warm spring time to make a living.

Business is the human industry, and what matters is the gathering of wealth and the flow of people. In the past, there was a shop in Lane 47, and there was a half-dead vigor from the bones. Naturally, no one wanted to visit. Business is extremely poor, and now the street shops are all open, the spring trees are hot, and the flow of people naturally gathers.

Compared with the neighboring shops, Lao Bi Zhai’s business is still not very good, but I don’t know how much better than the cold fire and autumn smoke when it was just opened. Sangsang is so busy every day, she has a little face. However, there are more and more smiles, and he insists on not letting the young master ask for more help.

As for Ning Que's bones, after all, there is still a bit of sourness as a young scholar. Looking at the excitement in front of him, thinking about the old indifference, he increasingly sees those customers who buy paintings and calligraphy are not pleasing to the eye. Now he has more than two thousand taels of silver on hand. He didn't take Lao Bi Zhai's income very seriously, so he simply raised the price of the scrolls drastically. In his thoughts, since the Lord is not bad at money now, and you are so cheap to come to buy, then naturally you have to spend more money, so that you can be worthy of yourself, so that you can make yourself feel angry the day before. .

However, the development of things is always beyond his imagination. Lao Bi Zhai’s calligraphy and painting prices are mentioned again and again, and finally mentioned five times the price when it first opened, but he did not expect that more and more guests came to buy books. Although the reputation of Lao Bi Zhai has not been able to make a name for itself in Chang'an City, it is already considered a brand in a small area of ​​East City.

"So should I play like this?"

Ning Que was holding a small teapot, leaning at the door and looking at the customers in the shop, sipping two sips of tea happily, listening to the quarrels in the shoddy antique shop next to him, he felt that life was really **** good .

The shop owners on the street didn’t know that Lin 47 Lane could regain a new life, and they could earn a lot of money and the relationship between the little boss in Lao Bi Zhai, they didn’t know if it wasn’t for Ning Without help, Chao Xiaoshu slaughtered the Quartet on that spring rainy night. I am afraid that this street will still be as dead as before. Now in their eyes, the young boss of Lao Bi Zhai is a young boss who can't make money but will only slave the maid. It's waste.

When the business is good and the money is earned, people are naturally easy to be happy, but they are also prone to some new problems. They are full of warm thoughts. Now the business is just four or five days old, and the boss of that fake antique shop has With the intention of taking a concubine, today's fierce quarrel is the boss and the wife who are fighting over this matter.

"Just because of your appearance, you have the face to want to take a concubine?"

"Why can't I?"

"My mother said that you can't do it, you can't do it, you want to make me anxious, I will sue to Chang'an Mansion!"

"I can't control this matter! What is the responsibility of Chang'an Mansion! The boy Ning Que can have a little maid. You have to kick me out of bed every day. Why can't I ask for a foot warmer? "

"Do you want me to warm your feet? There is no Zhuquemen! Unless Ning Que becomes the emperor!"

"His surname is not Li! What kind of emperor is he!"

"Moon Wheel Kingdom, Southern Jin Dynasty, Dahe, as long as there is something in this world, any emperor will be successful!"

Ning Que sips happily while holding the teapot, listening to the corner with gusto, and secretly admiring my Datang Empire that the people are fierce and open, and even the husband and wife quarrel with each other daring to mention the throne. Suddenly, his expression froze. , I just wanted to understand that I was actually mentioned in this quarrel, and couldn't help being a little annoyed.

At this moment, the guests in the shop dispersed. Sangsang was packing up the furnishings on the table. He walked in angrily and yelled: "This day can't go on anymore. The two parents-in-law quarreled, I said, "Master What's wrong, I dare to talk about government affairs, when my guardian is dead? I will go to the palace to join them tomorrow, and slash them all!"

This is not false. He has the badge of a dark guard. He is originally responsible for listening to the public opinion on behalf of the court. Someone in the city is talking about the throne. Of course, he can report to his superiors, but Although the laws of the Tang Dynasty are strict, the people's mind is extremely relaxed. Such angry words when couples quarrel, not to mention the guards, even if the case files are handed to the case of the emperor, they can only laugh at the nobles.

Sangsang thought of his worries over the past few days because of his words, frowned and asked: "Master, in the story you told me when you were a kid, being a spy would always die miserably. You are now the Dark Guard, will you be in trouble?"

Ning Que put down the teapot and shook his head: "Although it is an invisible badge, it is an incompetent little person. Who cares about my identity? Besides, if I have trouble in the future, would I not hide Open?"

After a short pause, he looked at Sangsang and explained softly: "I accept this identity, and there is another reason. I really want to check those things and kill those people in the future. It is always convenient to have the identity of an Ouchi guard. Some."

Sangsang was originally a little maid who was lazy to think about things. After listening to his explanation, she felt reasonable and stopped thinking about it. She said: "The umbrella cover, knife cover and coat are ready, master, when will you kill the man? Two people?"

"How about the knife? Does it need to be sharpened?" Ning Que asked.

Sangsang replied earnestly: "Even if you kill a pig, a knife that kills more than a dozen heads will definitely have problems. Of course you need to sharpen it."

The conversation between the master and servant has always been erratic. It's not that they will definitely have some communication barriers, especially the calm and ordinary expressions on the faces of the two. If you let outsiders listen, you will never think that they are talking about that. The **** thing of killing a knife in a spring rain night and sharpening the knife to kill.

At this moment, there was a loud voice from the end of Lane 47, and a crowd rushed in that direction. Ning Que walked to the shop door curiously and glanced over there with a look on his face. A slight change.

Under the guard of a group of men in Tsing Yi, trousers, and boots, the middle-aged man who still wears a chic t-shirt is holding his hands and talking to the shop owners, with a gentle smile on his face, and from time to time he holds his hands and laughs. , To the effect that I have walked through and asked all the bosses to rest assured to operate, and if there is more, I can leave it to my subordinates.

As the middle-aged man confessed, the five or six men standing silently behind him bowed their hands in salute.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt would stay for a while in front of each shop, and said a few words, appearing extremely patient, and the subordinates around him also followed him slowly, and gradually walked towards the side of the street.

There is a shop selling calligraphy and ink called Lao Bi Zhai on this street.