Chapter 838: Spoiled, master cashier

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The bed in this room is large and soft, and the quilt cover is made of good satin. The small broken bed of Li Dazhuang’s family is completely incomparable with this.
Therefore, when Nanxun saw that Meng Ziyi was still sitting cross-legged after going to bed, he was speechless.
"Master, why don't you sleep and lie down, so sitting and sleeping is not uncomfortable?"
"Get used to it, but you can't sleep while lying down." Meng Ziyi did not think it was true.
"Habits are slowly developed, you can get rid of this habit."
"Why do you want to change it? If you encounter a sneak attack, this position is the best for counterattack."
"But... it’s comfortable to lie down. And I’m there, I’m stalking the master, there’s nothing to be close to me.

"you?"
Although there is only one short word, the tone makes Nanxun exceptionally unhappy.
"Master, is this looking down on me? Well, I am also a painter, a bit of a spell."
Meng Ziyi admitted very simply: "You are too weak."
Nanxun: ...
This baby is angry, I don't want to care about you, you like to suffer from crime, you accept it yourself!
"Please put me in the softest and most comfortable position on the bed, then cover me with a quilt, thank you!"
When Nan Yan finished this sentence, he would not pay attention to him.
Meng Ziyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and he really put the scorpion knife flat and neat, then pulled the quilt over to cover her, and also specifically exposed the head of the scabbard.
He himself sits cross-legged next to the sly knives, and he can pick up the position of the scorpion knife and then meditate around the chest.
Nan Hao sullenly said to Xiao Badao: "When I return to the real body, I have to hook him that he likes to lie in bed!"
Xiaoba doesn't understand why Nanxun is angry. Big boss likes how to sleep is a matter of people. Isn't it a big boss? However, when listening to Nanxun, Xiao Ba wouldn’t want to do this. Immediately, he added: "Come on! Hey... look forward to the day!"
The next day, Zeng’s family who had seen Meng Ziyi’s skills was awe-inspiring and regarded him as a guest.
The old man rested for one night, and the whole person was more spirited. Mrs. Zeng and her two children and a woman were also happy.
Several people saw that Meng Ziyi was naturally a good student and thanked him. Meng Ziyi interrupted a few people and went straight to the mountain and asked: "Where did the old man have any rivals?"
When Zeng’s master heard this, his face was a bit bad. When he got
human face sores
, those who came to see him said that it was because he had caused a karma, and the enemy came to the door and asked him if he was Not to offend someone, and some directly ask him if he is secretly killed.
Once he was annoyed, he asked himself what he had never done in his life, and there could be no enemies.
"Master, although I can't be considered a good man, I have a clear conscience in my life, that is, the guys in my shop, and I have never deducted their wages..."
Once upon a time, Barbara said a bunch, Meng Ziyi only said faintly: "Someone counts you in the back, if it is not with you, why give you a ghost sore? This thing is a sorcerer, someone asked the person to practice."
Mrs. Zeng and Mrs. Zeng are still awkward. I really can't think of anyone who wants to harm them.
Nanxun interjected: "Master, you ask them directly if they don't know the fat man last night?"
She told the fat-headed man who saw it outside the abandoned house last night to a few people.
The old man was surprised: "Wu is outside?" This Wu member is a business competitor with Zeng, and both of them have opened a dyeing workshop to do silk fabric business. However, in addition to Bu Zhuang, the old master also sells some rice because of good reputation. Regardless of Bu Zhuang and the grain shop, many people like to patronize his shop. Last month, the old man just talked about it.
The province's big list, five hundred pieces of cloth, but not long after, he was infected with "human face sores", and later the condition became more and more serious, Wu members also came to visit him, Ming Li said that if the business encountered Any questions can be asked for help.
Where did the old man think that he was a jealous man and made a big business, and he wanted to grab the list.
Even if he is ill, he has the eldest son. The eldest son is very talented in doing business. Even if he is dead, he can safely hand over the shop to him.
"It’s true that I don’t know what to know! When I saw him on weekdays, I also called him Wu Bobo.

Mrs. Zeng was obviously angry. "I told you to guard against this Wu Zhaocai. You don't believe it. He said that he is a good one. He actually wants to kill you!"
Zeng’s master took a trip from the ghost gate, and now he is very reluctant to live. This Wu Zhaocai is thinking about his life. So he will not let the Wus out again. There are several businesses if he is not arguing, excuses too. Can't catch up, where is Wu Zhaocai's share!
"I need old yellow paper, good cinnabar, great pen." Meng Ziyi suddenly said.
He didn't want to gossip about it. When he was in the past, he would never kindly remind the other person who the enemy is, but this family was good, he also needed the other to prepare these things for him, and... he always had his mind. I will remember a word.
"Master, you are a good person."
The little demon who said this sentence was by his side, watching his every move.
Outside the locals were local wealthy businessmen. These things that Meng Ziyi wanted were quickly prepared, and the next ones were cut into pieces one by one.
Meng Ziyi's pen was flying fast, and a thick and thick symbol was quickly completed, which made the Zeng family more respectful.
After painting the characters, Meng Ziyi left without saying that he did not want the other two hundred and two silver.
Meng Ziyi didn't want to, but Nanxun looked distressed and stared at the silver spindle of the box of white flowers.
Xu noticed the burning sight of a little demon, Meng Ziyi did not want the silver, but asked for some broken silver.
Mrs. Zeng’s eyes turned.
Masters think that these silvers are inconvenient. Our lord can replace all five hundred and two silvers with silver tickets. The silver tickets do not occupy the place. The masters will take it, and always have useful places.

Therefore, Mrs. Zeng’s man is smart, and he can see that Meng Ziyi does not like trouble.
Nanxun also spoke up. "Master, you will take it. I want the master to live some places and eat better. After I wait for me to make a human figure, I want to wear a nice dress. If the master has silver, then I can buy it for me."
This soft tone is absolutely spoiled.
Meng Ziyi did not hear it, but it was Mrs. Zeng’s gaze to see Meng Ziyi’s eyes became a bit weird.
No one knew Meng Ziyi's psychological activities, but in the end he accepted the silver ticket after listening to Nanxun's words, but it was only a silver ticket with a face value of fifty-two.
Nanxun is very happy. She has calculated that the world’s one or two silvers can buy two thousand dollars, and fifty-two is 100,000 yuan. It is also a small fortune.
The happy feeling of the scabbard is infected with Meng Ziyi.
"So like silver?" Meng Ziyi asked, with a hint of smile on his lips.
"Like! Silver can let the master live a little better, eat a little better, wear a little, just like the robes that the master is wearing now, the master looks more handsome after wearing him!" There are still some small excitements in the second. I don’t know how to suddenly think about it. After a second, I’m going to squat. The mood is a bit low.
Master, I don’t seem to have any self-reliance skills. I will leave you later, what can I do...