Rebirth: The Foolish Husband and His Lucky Wife

Chapter 180 Inquiries 1
Just a joke, the four words of monopolizing food are not charges that everyone can bear, especially in the past few years, the imperial court has been strict with the merchants of the Great Qin Kingdom. Beheaded, even all over the house.

The three of them were so frightened that their legs went limp when they heard that Han Moru had charged them with this crime.

Han Moru sneered in his heart, these three people want to fight her, it will take another ten or eight years!
In order not to let this accusation fall on themselves, the three of them scrambled away from the rice shop at Han Moru's order.Immediately there was loud laughter from the shop.

As for Shang Dongfang who was released, when Shang Wuling said that he wanted someone to go to the shop to help, Shang Dongfang took the initiative to ask for help and offered to go to the painting book shop to help.

Huaji shop
Shang Dongfang watched the customers coming in and out of the art shop during the day, and the amount of money traded was no less than 10 taels a day. Whenever he looked at the white money, he thought, if the money was his Shangdongfang will do.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Shang Dongfang invited He Guanshi, the steward of the Huaji shop, to a restaurant for dinner.In name, it was to reward He Guanshi, but only Shang Dongfang himself knew what the real meaning was.

In the restaurant, Shang Dongfang held a jug in his hand, and warmly greeted He Guanshi at the dinner table.

"Guan He, come and eat. The business is really thanks to your help for the success of the shop these years." Shang Dongfang said to Guan Shi with good words.

Manager He waved his hands and smiled, "Where, where, this old man is just doing his own thing."

Shang Dongfang continued to pour wine into Guanshi He's wine glass, then filled his glass again, put down the jug, picked up the wine glass and said to Guanshi He, "Come on, Guanshi He, I respect you."

Manager He hurriedly put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the wine glass in front of him, clinked the wine glass with Shang Dongfang with a smile, and drank it in one gulp.

Shang Dongfang filled Guanshi He's empty cup again, and began to say, seemingly unintentionally, "Guan He, I was in the shop all day today, and only then did I realize that our art shop is still in good business? I always thought that the art shop Is it the least profitable?"

Manager He was a little drunk and dizzy, and couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Second young master, you are wrong about this, the art shop is the most profitable, especially the art shop selling Mr. Qinglan's paintings, the most Well, several pieces are sold every day, and one piece is worth tens of thousands of taels of silver."

After Shang Dongfang listened, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he continued to ask with a calm smile on his face, "Oh, so that's the case. Are Mr. Qinglan's paintings really that valuable?"

Manager He drank the glass of wine in front of him again, hiccupped and replied, "Of course, Mr. Qinglan's paintings are the best sellers in our shop, if it weren't for Mr. Qinglan's paintings as our shop The treasure of the town store, how can there be such a good business in the painting shop."

"Guan He, have you met Mr. Qinglan? Does he look like a bad old man?" Shang Dongfang asked.

Steward He paused, raised his drunken eyes and glanced at him.

Shang Dongfang was taken aback, afraid that Guanshi He would notice his thoughts, his hands were sweating coldly.

Suddenly, Manager He lay down on the ground with a smile, and said to Shang Dongfang while smiling, "Second Young Master, you asked the wrong person about this matter, even I have worked in this shop for more than ten years, the famous Mr. Qinglan In these years, I really haven't seen him, but according to my estimation, he should not be very old."

Just as Shang Dongfang breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard his words and asked curiously, "How can Guan Shi be so sure? Didn't you say that you haven't seen Mr. Qinglan?"

"Of course I dare to be so sure. According to the years I have been in the picture book shop, Mr. Qinglan became famous only in the past three or four years. If he was older, his paintings should have appeared more than ten years ago. "

At this time, Shang Dongfang saw that Guanshi seemed a little drunk, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Guan Shi He, you are an old man in the picture book shop, you should know everything about the picture book shop, right?" Shang Dongfang helped Guan Shi He who was lying on the table, and asked with a flattering smile.

He Guanshi squinted his eyes and glanced at him, nodded, and praised Haikou, "Of course, I know everything about the picture book shop clearly. If you have any questions, the second young master, feel free to ask. As long as it is I will tell the second young master everything I know."

When Shang Dongfang heard this, he was secretly happy, and began to ask him, "Does Manager He know where Mr. Qinglan's paintings come from?"

He waited for Guanshi He's answer with a smile all over his face. After waiting for a while, Shang Dongfang noticed that something was wrong, so he lowered his head to look at Guanshi He who was hanging his head down, his eyes turned red with anger.

He was already drunk and fell asleep, no wonder he couldn't wait for the answer.

"Damn it, I fell asleep at this time, damn it." Shang Dongfang hung down the table angrily, staring angrily at Guanshi He who passed out.

In the evening, the autumn wind blows.

Han Mo walked into the inner room from the bathroom, and saw the stupid man who was hunched over and sleeping alone on the bed, she shook her head and smiled, walked in slowly, and sat on the dressing table.

In the mirror, this is a beautiful face without makeup, with crystal clear skin, bright eyes and white teeth, and picturesque features.

Tonight, Han Moru was wearing a fiery red lingerie shirt, with strands of blue silk hanging down his back.

Shang Dongchen, who was sleeping on the bed, moved his body, turned around secretly, and looked at the woman who was combing her hair with his eyes. The next moment, the corners of his mouth were pouting, as if he had suffered some great grievance.

Han Moru had seen through the mirror the every move of the man on the bed.

She got into the comb, raised Qinglian's footsteps, came to the edge of the bed and sat down, pulled the silly man under the quilt, and coaxed, "What's the matter? Who made Brother Chen angry again?"

The man on the bed moved his body, but shrank into the bed.

Han Moru smiled, took off the three-inch golden lotus shoes, got on the bed, hugged the big bag on the bed with both hands, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

After a long time, a muffled voice came from under the quilt, "Sister Ru'er, isn't Chen'er very useless?"

When Han Moru heard his words, he froze for a moment, glanced at the stupid man who was covering his whole body with the quilt, and took off his quilt, exposing his whole body.

She pushed him over, faced her face to face, looked at him seriously and asked, "Did anyone say anything to Brother Chen?"

Han Moru thought about it, they were in the rice shop all day today, did someone say something to him when they were in the rice shop?

Shang Dongchen narrowed his lost eyes, shook his head, and said sadly, "No one said anything to Chen'er, it was Chen'er who thought about it, and every time she met a bad guy, it was Ru'er sister who protected Chen'er, and Chen'er didn't protect Chen'er." Sister Guo Ru'er. Isn't Chen'er useless?"

He was so sad that sister Ru'er helped Chen'er drive away the three bad guys he met today, and he felt that he was so useless that he couldn't help sister Ru'er drive away the bad guys.

Han Moru heard the words he asked herself, looked at his lost face, touched his face and said, "Brother Chen is not a useless person, brother Chen will warm the quilt for Ru'er."

After finishing speaking, she got into the quilt, and there was a burst of warmth from inside the quilt, which cut off the cold outside.

Shang Dongchen was still unhappy, the exclusive smirk on his face did not appear, he pouted and stared at the top of the mosquito net, motionless.

(End of this chapter)