Chapter 21: Wu'an Houfu

Du's and Murong's mother-in-law are sitting on the rich and wealthy, and they are eager to plunder the property of their brothers and sisters. It is really insatiable, wolf ambition, the meager affection between her and her, has been left by their mother and daughter, her mother The things in the dowry shop, who are cheaper, can't be cheaper than the people of Wu'an Houfu.
"This..." The shopkeepers looked at each other and bitterly squinted: "Miss Dad, the squad will send a buddy to Wu'an Houfu every month to get a bill, but Wu'an Houfu has been perfunctory, never giving money..."
"Yeah, Missy, the people in Wu'an Houfu are very embarrassed. No matter what the guys say, they have only one sentence, and they will pay back next month..."
"When the guys go to the account next month, they are still pushing next month, pushing and pushing, and the account of ten years ago has been pushed to the present..."
"The poor staff are also very distressed. I have come to consult the old lady. The old lady said that it is all from the family. The account can be clearly written. The money can be slowly returned..."
The colleague's talks rang in the ear, and Murong Xue's mouth curled up with a cold smile: Du Shi, Mu Rongrou, is this preparation for quietly escaping Shen's dowry shop? It’s really ambitious, and it’s a trick to sneak into Chen Cang’s work.
Now, she took over the shop, and their mother and daughter's tricks should stop here: "I think of a way, as long as you do as I said, I guarantee that the people of Wu'an Houfu will squander all the money they owe. come back."

Really?
The shopkeepers’ eyes lit up and looked at Murong Xue:
What is the solution?

The streets of Beijing are bustling with people coming and going. The breeze of the early spring is mixed with the aroma of flowers, which makes people feel comfortable, and the slight sunshine shines on people, warm and warm.
A luxury carriage slowly traveled and stopped in front of the Wu'an Houfu Gate. The curtain was picked up. A girl in pink clothes came out and saw her face like a peach blossom. It was like a dark cloud, and her eyebrows were like spring mountains. Qiu Shui, it is the longevity of Song Dynasty in Wu'an Houfu.
Stepping on the stool and getting down the carriage, Song Qingyu supported the hand of the dragon, and slowly walked toward the house. His eyes glared at the Nanmu box held by Xiaoyan, and her mouth curled with a beautiful curvature: the new jewelry that Zhuyulou had just created. Well, she is suitable for her, she did not hesitate to take it.
Da Yumu (Shen's) dowry shop is this is good, she sees what to take, just walk through the record of the game, no need to pay for silver.
"Missy!" The guard guards respectfully bowed to her.
Song Qing whispered a whisper, 袅袅婷婷's walk into the door, is preparing to move forward, suddenly a male voice behind him: "Small is the buddy of Zhu Yulou, the order of the treasurer to come to liquidate the accounts of Wu'an Houfu, trouble brother to report ""
Song Qing’s good-looking brow wrinkled slightly, turned to look at the man, and saw him wearing a gray coarse cloth, medium-sized, ordinary, belonging to the kind of standing in the crowd, absolutely impossible to find.
"Isn't the Zhuyulou and the guests' accounts not all in January? Today is not the beginning of the month, nor is it the end of the month, what are you going to liquidate?" She just took the new jewelry from Zhuyulou, and the folks of Zhuyulou came to Wu'an Houfu. Is it clear that the account is chasing her? It’s really annoying.
The buddy saw Song Qingyi, and she recognized that she was a frequent visit to Zhu’an Lou’s Miss Wu’an Houfu. She smiled and said:
Returning to Miss Song, the small liquidation is not the account of last month, but the previous one. It’s the account that should be completely liquidated last month...

"Okay, OK!" Song Qingyi interrupted his words impatiently: "There has been some busy work in the house recently. There is no time to clear the accounts. You will come back at the end of the month, and all the accounts will be sorted out and cleared together."
The man’s mouth is slightly curved, and the bottom of the slap is a sneer. It’s these perfunctory words. He has to hear the scorpion in his ear. Fortunately, the current Zhuyu Building is under the control of Ms. Murong. He no longer needs to take care of this savage. Face.
"Miss Song Da, the younger one knows that it is not right when it comes. But the dispensers have let go. If the small ones don’t collect the money again, let the small rolls cover the people. The small ones are old and the small ones are small. Can't lose this job, please Miss Song, poor and pitiful, and settle the account!"
The words of the buddies are tearful, and they are very miserable. The nearby pedestrians have been attracted. They are in groups of three and five, pointing and pointing: "What is going on here..."
"I don't know, it seems to be coming to Wu'an Houfu..."
"If you want to pay him, you can't do it. How can you reprimand people so badly..."
"Whoever has a father who is a Wu Anhou, has a noble status, and reprimands a buddy. Who dares to blame..."
Intermittent arguments came into the ears, Song Qing 妍 a pretty face of instant red, hateful screaming at everyone, angry arguing: "This girl did not reprimand him!"
Everyone disapproves of it. She is the only master here. Isn’t she bullying someone, but who else?
Song Qing’s anger was unstoppable. He walked to the buddy in three or two steps, grabbed his clothes, and shoved in front of everyone:
You tell them whether this aunt has reprimanded you!

The man was caught off guard and fell to the ground. The sharp pain came from his arm. It hurt him to take a sip of coldness and looked up at Song Qingyi. One word: "The little is coming today, but I want it." Why is Miss Song Song repeatedly guilty of returning to the account of Zhu Yulou?
Song Qing’s heart was faint, his eyes flashed unnaturally, and he was bluntly saying:
How can I be embarrassed, I said that you will come back at the end of the month...

The buddy heard the words, and the anger in my heart rushed out: "Small every time I come to Wu'an Houfu to pay, Houfu's people are so perfunctory, the small dare not believe in Missy's perfunctory words, Today, Zhu Yulou has a shortage of silver because of the ten-year account owed by Wu’an Houfu, and it is urgent to need this kind of money to help...

"Wu'an Houfu owes a ten-year account, is it true?" A public stunned.
"Of course it is true. If you don't believe in Xiongtai, Xiaoxiao will give you a thought!"
The buddy quickly took out the old bills from the sleeves and sang a good bill. He said: "X-X, X, X, X, Wu, Hou, Mr. Wu Anhou, a set of sapphire heads, a set of pearl heads, Nanzhu Two pairs of flowers, worth 220,000, XX, XX, XX, Wu An Hou, Mrs. Wu...
"This is really the date ten years ago... the list is not fake..."
"Who dares to fake this thing and fall into Wu'an Houfu, unless he doesn't want to live..."
"Also, Zhuyulou has a good reputation, and the treasurer is also a sincere person. He will fake this kind of thing and harm people..."
"Wangtang Wu'an Houfu, take things and don't give money, people come to urge ten years of accounts, they are also perfunctory, really... ......"