The Dragon Swallowed him in a complicated mood.

No, just go back, why do you have to carry our boss?

We also need him to command tomorrow to prepare to reopen!

Qiu Lie used some strength to hold the big baby tighter, almost tying it into his chest and flesh. He pursed his thin lips and explained: "It will take about an hour to deal with those things."

Dragon Swallowing: "...so?"

General Qiu said for granted: "I want to look at him."

“…”

Don't let an hour go?

What the hell is this?

"I took it away."

After saying this, the man suddenly pushed open the window. The night wind outside suddenly poured in. He protected the person in his arms tightly, jumped from the windowsill and jumped directly from the second floor.

Tunlong was frightened and rushed to the window to look. He saw the man holding his father onto the carriage. The carriage stepped out of his four hooves and ran away without looking back.

Tu Liu Tenglong was still standing in front of the window, choking speechlessly.

He said why didn't this person startle anyone when he came up? The feelings were just pried into the corridor.

A great general, can't he act less like a mountain king?

Han Ping was sleeping lightly, and was also alarmed by the sound. He walked to the door. He glanced inside in surprise and asked, "Where is Dad?"

Tenglong said, "You're here too late."

He has been robbed and carried away directly. His posture is like a bandit robber's bride.

If you hold the bottle in one go, you can see through it, "Dad?"

The Dragon Swallow nodded.

"Then what else is there to worry about?" Han Ping smiled, "It's better to let my father take it back. He will go to the palace banquet tonight, and I'm afraid he won't have much time to see you all day, so he really thought about it."

Tenglong shivered and said sincerely: "Don't disgust me anymore."

Thinking that I couldn't even separate for an hour? Then I might as well find a rope to tie the two of them together.

"But at this point," said Tunlong Youyou, "I have a money-making idea..."

The next day, Kou Qiu woke up at the general's mansion.

He opened his eyes blankly and looked around, looking at the ink tent hanging on the bed, and then looking at the decorations around him that looked like snow caves, and his heart slowly felt a sense of relief. After a while, the man really pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that he woke up, he walked forward naturally and patted the hair on the top of the young man's head.

Kou Qiu asked: "Why am I here?"

General Qiu was wearing a black outfit at this time, and his forehead felt a little sweaty, as if he had just returned from practicing martial arts outside. He walked to the basin, soaked his hands in the cold water, and replied concisely: "I brought it over."

Kou Qiu laughed and blinked, but saw a purse at the head of the bed. It was bulging inside, as if it was stuffed.

"What's this?"

He reached out and took it over. After pouring it out, he realized that it was full of gold and silver crocks, about three or four hundred, each of which were polished very finely, and it was a little heavy in his palm. General Qiu wiped his hands with clean cloth and explained: "You open your business today. These things are rewarded for people."

Kou Qiu then remembered that he was holding a golden thigh.

Not only is the thigh strong and powerful, but it also has gold.

He blinked, and before he could say anything, he saw the man carrying a box over and pouring all the jewelry inside on the bed. The jewelry was engraved with gold, silver and jade, and the jewelry was brilliant, almost buried Kou Qiu's knees.

He stared at the pile of treasures worth a thousand gold, and saw the man reaching out and touching his head again, saying, "Hold it and play."

no......

Old Cadre Kou could not understand the thoughts of these rich people. There were so many treasures, playing with them?

Perhaps because the emotions in his eyes were too clear, the man pursed his lips and whispered: "No one can compare to you."

He stood up straight, with a serious expression, and repeated the words just now, "You can play with it."

Kou Qiu: "..."

【No,】After returning to Nanfeng Pavilion, he couldn't help but say to his kid, [Why do he think I would play with these?]

The system guy can see through it. [Your box of jewelry that was given to Zhagang but was returned was placed on the table.]

Kou Qiu suddenly realized. He was afraid that Qiu Lie would think that he was happy with these treasures when he saw them.

The system tsk a few times and said: [I don’t know how much time it took to collect so much... My father and husband are really dedicated, dedicated and manly.]

It seems that the level of a brainless fan has risen again.

Kou Qiu had no time to pay attention to it, and he had been sent to the front of the Nanfeng Pavilion. Now the couplets on the plaques have been replaced, and the four characters of the brand new Nanfeng Academy are hung on the door, exuding the fragrance of books.

The madam in the flower building next door stood outside to solicit customers. When she saw him coming from a distance, she couldn't help but sarcastic, "Isn't this Boss Liu? Why? I'm making too much money now and am preparing to open a college?"

When she said this, she couldn't help but sneer, obviously not believing that Duan Cun could open the small house into academy. But Kou Qiu smiled at her and admitted it, "Yes."

The madam's eyes almost fell from her sockets.

"I really open academy?" She shook the little fan in her hand and shook a wave of intoxicating fragrance. "No, Boss Liu, it's not me who said you. Your Nanfeng Pavilion is now famous, so why rely on these evil ways to make money?"

When she said this, she couldn't help but tsk, "It's not like our building. I just went to the moon, and it was like half of the sky collapsed - the remaining breeze is a sick person. It's better to look at him than to go there myself."

Kou Qiu didn't say anything, but took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the couplets on both sides a little brighter.

After he finished wiping, he raised his head and smiled at the madam.

"I don't expect them to make money," he said plainly. "Money is meaningless to me."

The madam raised her eyebrows, as if she had heard something ridiculous.

"Then what else are you going to do," she smiled, "Save all living beings?"

Mr. Kou said: "I dare not talk about saving all living beings, that is, I just make a clean business and support myself."

He looked at the current card at the front of the door again, and then slowly lifted his foot in.

The hall has changed.

Kou Qiu ordered people to shoot twelve large screens, all of which were separated by a thin layer of white cloth, and the human figure behind could be vaguely seen. Both walls were full of books, with words written on one end and words written on the other end. Several landscape paintings were hung outside, and the ink color was smudged in different shades.

Han Ping came up with a little worried expression.

"Dad," he said softly, "Those who are just us, really anyone buys it?"

Kou Qiu didn't explain much to him, and directly ordered someone to take the painting with a bottle to sell it in other calligraphy and painting academies on the street. In just half an hour, a scholar who stepped into the store took a look at the painting at first sight and bought it directly for five taels of silver. Until he went out, he was still sighing that the painting was profound.

Five taels of silver, deducting one tael collected by other calligraphy and painting academies, there are only four taels left in Han Ping's hand.

But he held the four taels of silver, which was hotter than the four hundred taels he had collected before, almost burning his hands a layer of flesh.

Tenglong was not worried at all. He sat behind the screen and waited for someone to come to buy his small notebook. "I sold all the small scripts before!"

Fu Xiao said uneasyly: "Then let's open the door?"

Kou Qiu nodded and said, "Open the door."

So Fu Xiao picked up the flute, shot the halberd and talked about the piano. Everyone held their breath and focused, waiting for the first guest to come to the door.

......

It took half a day to wait. There were guests, but they were all old customers from Nanfeng Pavilion. When they came in, they were stunned when they saw this. Then they saw that someone was asking them to buy paintings. These playboys were just here to play with them. They would not want to buy any calligraphy and paintings! So they left, and before leaving, they even sarcastically said that Boss Liu was afraid he was not crazy.

By noon, the few people were inevitably depressed.

"What's so disappointed?" Kou Qiu held up his chopsticks and taught them earnestly, "In the past, there was a man who tried more than 2,000 materials to invent something before he succeeded. Now we have only been waiting for half a day, so are we going to give up halfway?"

Tunlong Nahan, "Dad, why have I never heard of this person?"

Kou Qiu: "..."

It would be strange if you heard it.

He thought for a while and said, "Have the firecrackers set off outside?"

Han Ping said, "It hasn't been put yet."

"Then wait for dinner," Kou Qiu said with a final say, "I set the cannon, so someone will definitely come."

After a while, the crackling cannons flew away most of the birds parked on the tree, and only the crow was still standing upright. The dragon swallowed the dragon and threw it at it with a small stone. Instead, the fan was lifted by the crow's wings and was so angry that it was so angry.

He was angry and was about to open the gourd and put the snake on his head. Half of the snake poked his head out. A scholar who had just seen a little interested came over and caught a glimpse of the bright red letter. He was immediately scared and left without looking back.

The only guest was scared away like that.

Seeing Tunlong's guilty look, Kou Qiu couldn't bear to scold him, so he had to believe it against his conscience, "It must be that the day we chose was not good."

At the end of the day, four regular customers were attempting to come and one new customer was scared away.

Old Cadre Kou is tired.

When he returned to the general's mansion in the evening, Qiu Lie asked about the situation today, and Kou Qiu told him about the actual situation. After that, General Qiu thought about it. The next day, the person who came to buy paintings and books almost broke through the threshold of Nanfeng Academy. The door was bustling with people. After only two hours of opening the door, the inventory inside was sold out.

The Dragon Swallow was still happy, "I knew that my books would definitely sell well!"

Bottle with: "..."
To be continued...