The next morning, Mipu was in a state of chaos.
First, they found Liu Junmo, who was crushed to the ground next to the rockery and had slept all night.
In other words, it’s okay to sleep outside in the capital in the summer, but the neck and waist are sore.
The old shopkeeper looked at Liu Junmo with concern, fearing that something would go wrong with this junior.
Liu Junmo was just feeling dizzy and couldn't remember clearly what happened last night. After shaking his head, he remembered that there seemed to be something driving behind the rockery but not live broadcasting.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the old shopkeeper quickly covered them up to prevent them from being spoken out, no one said it, and no one saw it. Mipu has been going smoothly for decades, but if you tell me this, you won't be able to live in peace.
It is different from the one here who just wants to settle the matter and not get involved.
The old teacher from the accountant over there came over angrily.
"Jun Mo, when you came back last night, did you see my incompetent son? I heard from the disciples that if you walk in with your front feet, he will walk out with his back feet." When he spoke, his veins almost popped out. It turned out that Gu Jing Wubo's face completely lost its grace.
"That's your son" Liu Junmo asked in surprise.
"Oh, nephew Jun Mo, please stop saying a few words. I will discuss this matter with your master. You go to the back room to catch up on your nap." The old shopkeeper did not give Liu Junmo a chance to speak.
"Stop shouting. If you don't think it's enough, the owner of the backyard will come to see my aunt. Do you still want to shout?" The old shopkeeper also lost his grace and wanted to chase after even one sentence. Liu Junmowen's teacher's accounting room was completely shut down.
"You mean, hey, how dare they do it? How dare they do it? I'll go and beg my master's family. At worst, I'll give up my contract and be kicked out. I just beg my master's family for mercy." "My son", the teacher's accountant, completely lost his sense of proportion.
"Don't seek medical treatment in a hurry. The more you stir up trouble, the more trouble you make. You think that begging for mercy is a matter of money. If you don't want the pension money later, your family will forgive you. Once this matter happens, Come on. Your son will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die. You still yell that your son won't die soon enough, right?" The old shopkeeper first used his powerful relationship to calm the teacher's accountant.
Seeing that the atmosphere was similar, he continued
"The two of them had extenuating circumstances. They were childhood sweethearts. Who knew that the master's family would interfere with each other back then. Of course, this is also Guai Xiaoya's mother was jealous of money and insisted on selling it at a good price. But it was his dead father who died too early. There was no way to help the family. So, it was also your fault. I think Xiaoya's family is poor and I don't want your son to be the mainstay.
As long as you don't make any noise, it's not easy for the master to go to the official. What's more, go and talk to the disciples and stagger your son's departure time. This will only make the host think that Xiaoya left on her own. By the way, go quickly. Remind Xiaoya, let them go together. They are now doing silk shipping in Hangzhou, so there are plenty of opportunities for them to go there.. I am writing a greeting note in the name of my old friend Yan Jun. The good nephew's accounting skills are still passable, and there will naturally be arrangements there in case of bankruptcy. "
"That's enough. Won't the master be suspicious?" The teacher accountant was a little doubtful.
"Hey, the master likes Xiaoya so much, but she is just the fifth aunt. Now, There are nine aunties in the backyard. The master’s family is not short of this one, not to mention that Xiaoya has not given birth to a boy and a half girl for the master’s family yet.” The old shopkeeper was made dumbfounded by the caring but chaotic teacher’s accountant. He had to say it himself.
"Oh, hey, that little girl hasn't given birth to a boy or a girl in the past six or seven years. Do you think she can still have children?" The teacher's attention suddenly shifted to one side.
"Don't worry about it. Among the aunts at the back of the master's family, only the eighth aunt has one daughter, so it's hard to say with certainty. You hurry up and get some. Don't think about your grandchildren." The old shopkeeper was already furious. He quickly pushed the teacher's accountant out of the bedroom.
Seeing the old man go out, the old shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief. Papering It’s not easy to make a smooth paste of rice.
While going out, I was thinking about the eighth aunt’s daughter. The teacher’s accountant felt more and more something was wrong. Sure enough, there is no end to the road. Please remember to collect, website The latest and fastest free reading without anti-theft