Although it is nothing new to rain in autumn, the heavy rain came as a surprise to many people.

Generally speaking, colleges will have a two-day holiday in Shuowang, but Qi Ming's college is more strict. It is only a few days off in the first year of junior high school, and the rest of the time they have to study hard in the academy.

Qi Ming, who was supposed to come back, stayed in the college, waiting for the heavy rain to pass and come back, while Qi Yun stayed on Zhuangzi and looked after it with Qi's father.

Qi Yun did not stop his plan to rebuild the liquor store. The manager of the Song Dynasty came at a fixed time every day, came early in the morning and left before lunch, rain or shine for many days.

But instead of going to the study, they often talked in the small room.

Song was in a better mood every day, and even the heavy rain could not wash away his joy. on the contrary, Qi Yun seemed very calm and took medicine to rest regularly, which made the doctor who came to see the doctor very happy.

In fact, Qi Yun was not really an obedient patient. When he prescribed medicine, he didn't take it when he took it. What he often asked him during the consultation was how long he could live, which made the doctor feel particularly frustrated.

Now it is different. No matter how slowly Qi Yun's body improves, he usually no longer talks about death or life, and his attitude is particularly correct, so the doctor is naturally happy for him.

At the same time, the doctor is also happy for himself, if Qi Yun can slowly get better, the doctor will be able to get a lot more money than before.

Of course, it is the doctor's duty to save lives and heal the wounded, but the doctor is also a human being. Since people always have to eat, he certainly won't refuse to have more money.

Little ginseng stared at Qi Yun's health every day, and Ye Jiao didn't even ask what he wanted to do in the shop when he asked Manager Song.

When the weather cleared up after the rain, Ye Jiao began to walk around Liu every day, and when she came back, Song had already left.

A cool autumn rain, while the sun is right after the heavy rain, Liu told Fang and Ye Jiao to take out their winter clothes to bask in, ready for the upper body.

On this day, Qi Yun mentioned a thing: "Niang Niang, she said she would teach you how to read."

Ye Jiao was eating an apple at the moment. Smelling the speech, she nodded and asked him excitedly, "shall we start now?"

Originally, Qi Yun just didn't want to make Ye Jiao feel bored, but he could neither embroider nor arrange flowers. He thought about it and remembered that Ye Jiao said he wanted to read and read.

Qi Ming's first book was taught by Qi Yun, but now that Qi Ming can take the test, Qi Yun feels that he can also teach his wife.

However, Qi Yun himself did not know whether Ye Jiao said he wanted to learn to read in order to make him happy or sincere. Now when he saw Ye Jiao's promise, he knew that his little lady had a heart to learn.

This made Qi Yun smile, let Tiezi and Xiao Su bring back several books from the study, and Ye Jiao excitedly began to learn to read again.

Unlike ordinary children who are enlightened, Ye Jiao can read words very quickly. Often, after Qi Yun reads it to her, Ye Jiao can get a general idea. The words she originally used have just changed, with roughly the same meaning, and all she has to do is to correspond one to one.

However, after studying for nearly ten days, Ye Jiao found that compared with Qi Yun's wonderful calligraphy, her handwriting was particularly ugly.

Little ginseng defends himself in his heart, this is not to blame her, she used to have only leaves, now changed to hands, this is much more difficult to control than leaves!

Ye Jiao, who is used to writing with leaves, now picks up a brush and always writes round words unconsciously.

The characters written in public are horizontal, horizontal and vertical.

My own handwriting is like a big Yuanxiao.

Shaking the big words that had just been written on her hand, Ye Jiao looked at it and suddenly saw that Qi Yun's face was a little strange.

As if holding back something, trying to close the corners of the mouth, the earlobes are a little red.

Ye Jiao took a strange look at him: "Xianggong, are you not feeling well?"

Qi Yun waved his hand, saying that he was all right and said in a soft voice, "it doesn't matter, Niang Niang, haven't you always wanted to see the medical classics?" I just asked Xiao Su to get it, and I put it on the second floor of the shelf on the right side of the study. You go and get it and I'll tell you. "

Hearing this, Ye Jiao immediately got up and walked towards the door.

But suddenly there was a low laugh behind her. Ye Jiao looked back blankly, only to find Qi Yun sitting on the soft couch, looking calm, as if nothing had happened. feeling Ye Jiao's eyes, the man gently asked her, "what's the matter?"

Ye Jiao blinked, thinking that she might have heard it wrong, so she smiled and said, "it's all right." Then he opened the door and asked Xiao Su to go to the study together.

Qi Yun in the room stood up in a coat, bypassed the charcoal basin in the middle of the room, and went to pick up the big characters written by Ye Jiao.

Ugly, really ugly, soft, the whole word is like lying on the ground lazy.

If his third brother writes such words, Qi Yun is afraid to beat him.

Unfortunately, when Ye Jiao wrote it, Qi Yun saw some childish interest.

After reading it for a long time, still think this kind of font that draws circles unconsciously is quite cute.

Just holding back from laughing was afraid of hurting Ye Jiao's heart of studying. Now that Ye Jiao was away, Qi Yun stopped holding back and bent up the corners of her mouth and laughed loudly.

I really married a baby.

However, on the way to the study, Ye Jiao met the manager of Song.

It was already evening, and the manager of the ordinary Song Dynasty came in the morning, but he would not come at this time. Now that she saw him, Ye Jiao paused and said with a smile, "is the manager of the Song Dynasty coming to see Xianggong?"

The manager of the Song Dynasty threw his hand at Ye Jiao, but his voice was a little gasping: "see …". I've met the second young lady. I don't know where the second young master is now. "

Ye Jiao thought he was running and said hurriedly, "Don't be in a hurry in charge of Song. Xianggong is in the courtyard. You go to the small room and so on." As she said that, Ye Jiao turned her head and looked at Xiao Su. "you take the Song steward in the past, remember to send some hot tea, let the Song steward slowly get angry, and I'll call the Lord Xianggong."

But the manager of Song was not running for breath, but excited.

Instead of following Xiao Su, he handed the account book in his arms to Ye Jiao and whispered to Ye Jiao, "second wife, I won't go to the young master. Give this to the second young master, and then take a message for me."

Ye Jiao blinked, and these days she did no less to help Manager Song deliver things to Qi Yun. She reached out and took the ledger and said, "you say."

"just tell the second young master that we are going to be rich!"

Ye Jiao didn't quite understand what this meant, but she still kept it in mind.

When I went back to tell Qi Yun, I saw that the man smiled. He looked through the books and whispered, "it's easy to be satisfied with being in charge of Song."

Ye Jiao was a little curious: "Xiang Gong, what does it mean to be rich?"

Qi Yun pinched her earlobe and smiled but said nothing.

In a flash, a month passed, and on the first day of junior high school, Qi Ming finally got a holiday and sent a message that he would be back in the evening.

Liu misses his youngest son very much. Qi Ming has not returned home for nearly two months because of the heavy rain. Liu has arranged a table of dishes waiting for him to come back.

In fact, these things are told to do, but Liu always feels that the waiting time is always very difficult not to do anything.

Ye Jiao followed her in and out, handed a plate to a bowl, and watched the cooking process, always sighing.

It turned out that those delicious dishes were cooked in this way, and Ye Jiao was full of kindness to the cook at home for a time.

When Fang saw this, he gave the small stone to Mrs. Liu to hold, and he went up to help.

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law rested, Qi Fu also took Qi Zhao home.

Following them back, there were several stewards, and Liu remembered that today was not only a holiday at the youngest son's college, but also a bimonthly reconciliation at home.

She did not come forward, only asked Mrs. Liu to bring them tea, while she sat with her two wives in the left ventricle next to the main hall.

There was a plate of peach cakes on the table. Ye Jiao looked at Liu and saw that she nodded to her, so she reached out and picked it up to eat. Fang was afraid of being fat and refrained from doing it.

The distance from the left ventricle to the atrium is just a door, and now the door is open, and the sound of the atrium can come in clearly.

Several stewards sat down separately, but their expressions were different.

The most proud of them are the managers of Chuang Tzu, who usually have the most income.

Qi family is the largest rich man in Shili and eight villages, and it is also the largest landlord. He made a fortune on the land to make the Qi family live safely and steadily for many years.

As soon as several stewards entered the door, the steward of Zhuangzi smiled and said, "Master, this year's harvest is good, and the young master keeps an eye on it these days. A heavy rain did not cause much loss to the tenants. Three of the seven warehouses were full."

Ye Jiao was eating peach cakes. She didn't know what the three warehouses were full of, but Fang knew in her heart that if she sold the grain, she would have earned at least 50 cents.

This made Fang straighten his back immediately and smiled and could not hide his complacency.

Zhuangzi is under the control of Qi Zhao, and Fang is naturally happy.

Qi Fu also smiled, but did not speak, but turned to look at the remaining several in charge.

Some of these stewards were in charge of the Qi family's orchards, as well as medicine gardens, drugstores, and wine shops, but none of them spoke, and they all secretly scolded Chuang Tzu's steward's tail to heaven.

Isn't it a shame that he has set such a high standard that what he has said is less than a fraction of what he has said?

They are still winking at each other, hoping that the other side will come forward first and fight the thunder for everyone.

Just then, the manager of Song got up slowly.

Several other managers were not surprised that he was willing to make such a start.

In addition to Chuang Tzu, the wine shop is relatively easy to make money. It usually has 20 or 30 scores every two months, although it is not as humiliating as other people's 50 points.

The manager of the Song Dynasty is not young, and there are more folds on his face than Qi Fu, but now he looks as if he is glowing, and his voice is full of confidence: "Master, I have brought the ledger of the wine shop." With that, he handed it over with the ledger.

Qi Fu didn't look at it, but just asked, "how's the input?"

The manager of the Song Dynasty seemed to be very modest in his hand, but his voice could not hide his complacency: "more than a hundred times."

"bang."

Ye Jiao took the peach cake and looked at the teacup that Fang missed and overturned in some surprise, and then the little ginseng quickly clapped her hands with a veil and hugged the small stone frightened by Fang.

But Liu did not have any reaction to these, but looked at the main hall in astonishment.

A hundred?

In the blue sky and daylight, is it a dream for Song to be in charge of affairs?

The author has something to say: Ye Jiao: is my handwriting good?

Xiao Su: it's fine

Ye Jiao: why are you holding chopsticks on your head?

Xiao Su: telling lies and being struck by lightning

Ye Jiao:. Huh

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