Zhao Yan'er was slightly embarrassed. How could this guy know that although only one piece of the lyrics and music was very popular? How could she know that this scholar doesn't like festive lyrics and music, but he likes this thing that is so sad that he can't even arrange it. Among those who are interested, many of them are the lyrics and music. Not only are they spending a lot of money, but they need their care in many aspects.

After thinking about it, I had to ask Ye Chunqiu to fill out the opera, at least there will be a beginning and an end, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the benefactors.

But the problem is that Ye Chunqiu revealed the answer, as if he had expected this ending. She has been passive everywhere since she met this young man. Now, if you think about it carefully, this small case leader was deliberately writing only one piece, just for now.

When Zhao Yan'er thought of this, she couldn't help but shivered. This person is a monster. Is he so deeply thinking?

But when she raised her eyes and saw Ye Chunqiu's face, she was a little dazed, because this was a childish face, with a pure smile on her face, and her every move was gentle and gentle. Her eyes were clear and she began to wonder again whether she was wrong.

Ye Chunqiu took a sip of tea and sighed, "It takes a lot of effort to fill in this word. The students are not unwilling to help, but it takes some time to complete it." Ye Chunqiu was unwilling to deal with her too much. There is no need to hide his intentions when dealing with such a philistine businessman: "It is not difficult to help, but there are always some conditions. The so-called gentleman loves money and gets it well, and it costs 300 taels of money. How about it?"

Three hundred taels, it’s better to grab it.

Zhao Yan'er was angry again, but seeing Ye Chunqiu say these words calmly, her face was as quiet as water, as if she had expected that she would agree to his conditions.

Three hundred taels of silver are of course a huge sum of money.

But the problem is that Zhao Yaner's business is just a service, and ordinary kind guests are easy to deal with. There is only one thing, you can listen if you want to, and get out if you don't want to. But some people cannot afford to offend Zhao Yaner. People may just ask them in the excitement, or maybe this question will be left behind soon. But some small things about such people may be a big deal when they come to Zhao Yaner. No matter whether they have forgotten them or not, they must use all methods to satisfy them. No, because of other things, just because there is a kind of person in this world who can completely decide to wander between the gray Zhao Yaner.

What is a lower-class? This is not just a classification. Although Zhao Yaner has a lot of money and can meet many "noble people", she is still among the lower-class. This means that she will always be a vine on the towering tree, and she will rest on the nose.

Zhao Yan'er was very unwilling to accept it, but she just bit her teeth and didn't say a word.

Ye Chunqiu's face was calm and she said, "If Miss Yan'er refuses, then please come back."

Zhao Yan'er wanted to scold the damn scholar, but she finally held it back and took a deep breath: "What about a hundred taels?"

It is a woman's nature to kill her.

But Ye Chunqiu only smiled faintly: "Miss Yibailiang Yan'er can find someone else to sequel the book. The students are very busy and will not be with you."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Yan'er finally compromised, but her tone was unwilling, and she couldn't help but glared at Ye Chunqiu.

He glared at me and wouldn't lose a piece of meat, so Ye Chunqiu didn't care. He just smiled. He didn't plan to make up for the shortcomings of Tongjitang. Tongjitang's business has already been on track, and making money is only a matter of time. It is not difficult to pay off the debt at that time.

This money has a greater use for him.

Ye Chunqiu was unwilling to have too many dealings with Zhao Yanran, so he grew up: "I'll send the money tomorrow. In a month, I'll hand you the manuscript, Miss Yan'er, please go back."

By the tenth day of August, the weather became hotter. It had drizzled for several consecutive days, and the air was a little wet.

Ye Chunqiu planned to go home and stayed here for too long. In his letter, his father also urged him to return early on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Originally, I was leaving two days ago, but the drizzle of autumn rain always lingers with the lingering spring rain. Ye Chunqiu had to wait for two days, but now there is still no sign of rain stopping. Ye Chunqiu is afraid of missing the festival, so he is determined to set off.

When Sun Qi heard that Ye Chunqiu was leaving, he made a special trip to find a black caravan and asked someone to find a few reliable people to accompany him. As for those apprentices, Ye Chunqiu also instructed Sun Qi to take good care of people. Qingxia and Maggie Cheung are the hope of the clinic.

When Sun Xin heard that his cousin was leaving, he was naturally reluctant to leave. Ye Chunqiu had to spend a lot of money and bought him a wooden horse before he could finish it.

Early in the morning, Ye Chunqiu arrived at the clinic with an oil umbrella. After roughly explaining some things, he carried his own bag and a short sword tied around his waist. The black caravan outside had been waiting for a long time. The few people who were traveling back to their hometowns to celebrate the festival, all of whom spoke with Fenghua accents. The fellow villagers of this era were more friendly than those of later generations. After all, there were not many people who could travel far, and it was rare to hear the local accent outside.

Ye Chunqiu harvested the oil umbrella and when he got into the black caravan, he saw many heads poking his head out at the entrance of the clinic. Qingxia and Maggie Cheung looked particularly eye-catching. Ye Chunqiu looked at them, then smiled slightly and got into the car.

The roads were muddy and it was very difficult to walk. On the way, a man from Hedong, Fenghua always complained about the weather. Ye Chunqiu was quite calm. Everyone knew that he was a scholar and had fame, so he took more care of him. They only knew that Ye Chunqiu was taciturn, but his attitude was very good. Although he was a teenager, he rarely did anything that attracted attention or made people unpleasant.

It was originally two days ago, but after three days of walking, the Ye family finally appeared in front of him. Ye Chunqiu arrived at the porch, carrying a bag and holding an oil umbrella under his armpit, looking very embarrassed. He wanted to invite the coachman to come in and sit there, but the coachman smiled: "Wenquxing is going to celebrate the festival, and the old man is going to go back to celebrate the festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming the next day, but it cannot be delayed."

When the gatezi saw Ye Chunqiu, he came back and saw the second young master wearing a scarf on his head and a short sword around his waist. Although he looked very embarrassed, he looked like a god in his eyes. He took the oil umbrella handed over by Ye Chunqiu and wanted to say something. Ye Chunqiu ordered: "Go and find a straw raincoat and some scallion oil pancakes for this coachman to eat on the road."

The coachman even said there was no need, so he drove the car away.

Seeing that the doorman's face was a little strange, Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but say, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!