MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 36 0: Regaining old business (Part 2)

  Chapter 36 036: Regaining old business (Part 2)

  The decoration of the tea room is in a small, fresh and elegant style.

  While waiting for the waitress, Shen Tang played with the teacup on the tea table. As a child with mild ADHD, she is not very comfortable in an environment that is too quiet. Seeing that the shopkeeper was also wasting time in a daze, he couldn't help asking questions that he had been puzzled for a long time.

   "Shopkeeper, I have a question, I don't know if I can answer it."

  When the shopkeeper heard her words, his thoughts that hadn't drifted away were pulled back to his fleshy body. He joked: "Is there anything I can answer, as long as the lady doesn't ask about the old man and Zhuo Jing."

  Shen Tang: "..."

  She doesn't want to understand in seconds.

  (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

  Who wants to know the interesting things about you and your wife in your boudoir!

  The shopkeeper saw Shen Tang's strange and complicated expression, and suddenly realized that the painter in front of him was still a girl of eleven or twelve years old. No matter how exquisite the painter was and how skilled the secret play drawing was, he shouldn't make such colorful jokes. He had no choice but to quickly skip this topic, and asked instead: "What did the little lady just say? Do you have any doubts? Just ask, and I will know everything without saying anything."

  Shen Tang asked: "How can the county government encourage this kind of business? It stands to reason that public officials should not avoid suspicion?"

   It is unheard of to take the lead in developing this kind of industry.

  The shopkeeper thought it was some kind of problem.

  As soon as he heard it was a small question of common sense, he was a little surprised at Shen Tang's "simpleness", which is common sense that everyone knows. After thinking about it, this little lady was born beautiful, with a good temperament, no trace of rough work on her hands and good painting skills. She must have come from a wealthy family before she fell down. It is normal for her family members to protect her from these dirty things.

  Thinking of this, she looked at Shen Tang with a little pity in her eyes—this little lady must have had a hard life, so she ran out to find a job for secret play pictures. If the cooperation with this business goes well, she can also keep other drawing lists in the bookstore in the future.

He took a sip of tea and sighed again: "Well, it's a long story. These years, there are many natural disasters and wars, and the people can't live. Those who have fields at home dare not plant them. They are afraid of being robbed by bandits. Tian's will starve to death. You say, adults can't eat enough and don't wear warm clothes, how can children be able to afford it?"

  Shen Tang shook his head: "Of course I can't afford it."

The shopkeeper said: "So, if I can't afford it, I'll either throw it away or sell it. The county mansion saw that this was not going to work, so they said that they would build a lot of Goulan tile houses, sing, dance and laugh, so as to attract more people." Foreign merchants make money, and secondly, they can settle these children well. Thirdly, the taxes are so heavy, so they can fill in the vacancies. Otherwise, the higher-ups will force them to ask for tax money, and the county government will not be able to account if they can’t get it?. Do it like this, say What is it... multi-purpose."

  Shen Tang's expression changed upon hearing this.

   I endured it and endured it, only to feel disgusted.

  She asked: "Is this what the county government really means?"

  The shopkeeper pointed to the center of Xiaocheng.

He lowered his voice and approached and said: "Of course it is, the notices are posted like this. What do these nobles think, what can we ordinary people say? To be honest-it's okay to not fight a war! Now such a mess, sell your son and daughter into On the contrary, the Goulan House is a gift from these nobles."

  Because of the special current situation and the strong encouragement from the county government, other businesses in Xiaocheng are not easy to do, but the business of Goulan Washe has made a lot of money, and the business is booming every day.

  Those people who couldn’t survive were forced to sell their sons and daughters. The money from the sale was not enough for a family’s monthly expenses. There are more children being sold, and these people have a wider range of choices and nitpicks, so they join forces to lower the price, and the parents of the children can only sell at a low price with tears in their eyes.

  A good-looking child can be taken away with at most one or two hundred coins, and what happens in the future depends entirely on luck.

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he was extremely angry and sighed. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shen Tang in a daze, and suddenly realized that he had said something that shouldn't have been said to a child, and immediately made amends: "Oh, these are all in the past. It is very bad to be able to live in this world today." Easy."

  As for whether to suffer from hunger and homelessness, or to stay in Goulan Washa, attracting people and sending them back and forth, the right to choose is not in the hands of the poor. Life is cheaper than grass, so there is no choice.

Staying at the Washe in Goulan, at least you have a life - if the gods favor you, give you a beautiful face, and be the top card, eat and drink, even if you die young, you will be considered a "blessing" - afraid of being killed by mobs, dragged to Serving as cannon fodder on the battlefield, donating heads, or tending a few acres of barren farmland with trepidation, and watching the sky for food all year round, in the end, the family still starved to death.

  Shen Tang only felt that it was too heavy.

  Seeing her sad expression, the shopkeeper thought about changing the topic, and asked her, "Guess, how many men's gyms and how many women's gyms are there in this five-street Goulan House?"

  How did Shen Tang know.

   casually said: "Half and half?"

  The shopkeeper shook his head: "The men's hall takes up this number!"

  He gestured a "seven".

   means seventy percent.

  Shen Tang: "..."

  The shopkeeper turned on the self-questioning and self-answering mode.

"You must be wondering why this is so? The answer is not difficult. Do you know that the one above your head was once the 'favorite concubine' of the Lord Xin? He has a nickname of 'Nvjiao'. Since he was born, he has attracted countless envy, and there are more and more folk men's houses, and the business is getting better and better. Look, you are now the lord of a country." He slapped his thigh and shouted, "How amazing!"

   It was only short of awarding the "Most Inspirational Male Concubine in History" to Zheng Qiao.

  When a male favorite reaches this level, whoever reads it will not say something awesome!

  Zheng Qiao has also become the idol **** of the men's bar.

  Shen Tang: "..."

   Not long after, there was a rhythmic knock on the door outside the private room.

  The shopkeeper stood up and opened the door. There were three strangers standing outside the door, two tall and one short. The one in the middle is wearing a curtain and a black veil covering his face, and there are two tall guards with fierce faces on the left and right.

   Needless to say, the one in the middle is the master.

   After entering the private room, he took off the curtain, revealing a fair and delicate face that was somewhat mean. Rather than being a man, it would be better to say that he is a slightly green boy. His eyes swept over Shen Tang, and seeing that there was no third person, he asked the shopkeeper, "Where's the painter?"

  Shen Tang raised his hand: "Here!"

  He didn't even look at Shen Tang, and he poured his anger on the shopkeeper: "Is it because the money given is less? How dare you find such a naive girl to send me off? Do you know how important that picture is?"

  The shopkeeper didn't expect this young man to have such a temper, but for the sake of business, he could only bow down to please Shen Tang, and assured Shen Tang: "Although this young man is young, his painting skills are no worse than those of the previous painters."

  Shen Tang nodded in agreement.

   After all, she used to rely on this craft for a living.

   Believe in her professional ability!

  The man heard the words and looked at Shen Tang carefully.

  At this time, Shen Tang had already stood up, and the Wenxin painting tablet hanging from her waist hung down with her movements, and the transparent painting painting faintly had seven colors under the light. The young man was stunned, and suddenly changed his tone: "That's okay, let this person try. If you don't satisfy me, change someone! But, I have a request!"

  Shen Tang was full of confidence: "Just say it."

  Youth: "You have to use the pen, ink, paper and inkstone I provided to paint."

  When Shen Tang heard this, it was a good thing, and he immediately agreed.

  The sky is dark, and the stars are like boiling.

   I always feel that something is missing on this day of Qishan.

  Hearing the sound of footsteps resounding next door, he knew that Mr. Shen Xiaolang had returned. He glanced at the new books collected on the desk, thought for a while, and knocked on Shen Tang's door holding them.

  Shen Tang just finished typing the draft and was about to splash ink.

   "Wait a minute, here we come."

  Shen Tang got up and went to open the door.

   "Is there something wrong with Yuan Liang?"

   As he spoke, he turned sideways to let Qishan in.

"I borrowed a few copies from my friend, see if there is anything you need..." Before the voice finished speaking and the booklet was not put down, he saw the works spread out on Shen Tang's desk, and said in surprise, "Mr. Which 'expert' taught the 'painting' in the book?"

  People are drawn on the paper, with a **** round head, and a body drawn with a few twisted strokes, like a twisted twist, lying on a piece of equipment that may be a "deck chair".

There is a bulge on the top of the head. I don't know if it is a bun or a flower on the temple hair. The "right hand" is holding a round fan, and the left hand is hanging down... It should be a person who is lying on a chaise longue and trying to make a concave shape. The convex, the concave concave.

   It was scribbled and weird, and there was an inexplicable sense of anger blowing over his face.

The key is that there is more than one "person" on the white paper. If you look at it in series, the movements of the characters range from **** to climbing on the bed. The unfinished scene should be a second strange "person"... He sees There was an inexplicable "anxious" atmosphere.

  Pray for good...

  It is really hard for him to call it a "painting" without conscience.

   I had some errands to do today. I didn’t close the windows when I went out. The heavy rain and storm poured into the study room and soaked the computer, and the mouse was useless. There are a few hundred words left and I will add them later.

   PS: When I saw this sentence, it was changed. In order to write Tangmei’s painting, I added 500 words, so the update was relatively late.

  (end of this chapter)