Chapter 320 (1/2)

”There are so many bad ideas.” They strolled along the lotus pond to eat and drink. Zong Zhenglin was also very pleased to hear that she was proud to show off jiahefang.

”How did you come up with the idea?”

Embroidered shoes across the stone on the water vortex, Mu Xiyao holding his arm, side head exposed a smile. The hairpin flowers on her bun set off her small face and bright eyes.

He straightened her shoulders and made her stand in front of her. Zong Zhenglin raised his hand to tidy up the silk flowers on the other side.

”It just stopped raining. Look at the road carefully. Don't make fun of it.” It's not honest to walk. A good bluestone Road, not to go elsewhere, but to stare at the water vortex, a not missing step in the past.

Sajiao hugged him, and his arms swayed from side to side, and his small head was even a little bit. It was obvious that she had not listened to him honestly. On the contrary, he is very patient and willing to say that he knows about Zong Zhenglin.

”I just draw inferences from one instance and rely on the wisdom of our predecessors.”

”There is a passage in Sufang, which I found interesting and kept in mind. I didn't think it would be useful. ”

”It says that there are two families selling fish in the city. Every time they go to the market, they always set up stalls and sell fish next to each other. The two families sell top-quality fresh fish, the price is not bad, but the color of fish scales is slightly different. ”

”Zhang Jia, who sells silver scale fresh fish, can always sell out the two burden fish early. The fish was put in a wooden basin with clear water. When it came to the sun, the fish looked bright and attractive. He doesn't have to yell too much. He can close the stall very early before noon and go home happily. ”

”The old man of the other Wang family, however, because of his own fish, the color of the fish scales was darker, and it looked like silver gray. In the sun, no matter how you look at it, it's not as pleasant as the fish in Zhangjia. Such a small difference made him suffer a lot. Fortunately, others are diligent and never slack off when selling. Compared with other people's booming business, but also know hard to attract business, this day is barely maintained. Until, all of a sudden, it changed. ”

”The young man of Zhangjia is a clever man. If you taste the benefits, you can't wait to be robbed of business. So a flash of light, in front of his stall erected a sign. It was written: ”fresh fish with silver scales is really delicious. It's fifty words in a tail. ” With this sign, the business is booming. As a result of the run, the old man of the Wang family had a poor business. He worked so hard for a month that he almost couldn't pay his stall rent. ”

”The most hateful thing is that when the young man gets good, he gradually becomes greedy. In the dark, he preached that he was a live fish, and he fed it with his heart all over the place. It's hard to make a living by pushing up and down the Wangs. ”

”Such a sharp contrast, coupled with my own hard work and hard work, but I ended up with a pond of fish that I couldn't sell, and I could only eat coarse steamed buns. The old man of the Wang family was so anxious that his hair, which was half gray, had been dyed with frost for less than a month

”In the end, it was a scholar next door to his family. He was angry that Zhang Jia played tricks secretly and bullied honest people. He wanted to cut off his life. He thought hard for a night, and the next day, he gave the old man a good idea.”

With a happy ending, Mu Xiyao is led by his big hand, and they walk side by side with ten fingers clasped.

”Your Highness, a scholar is wise. It's an idea that I can't think of when I change my concubine. ” Ordinary thick skinned people seldom have modesty, but Zong Zhenglin is interested. However, he did not agree with Mu Xiyao's ”how can I not think of it”.

Six Royal Highness then interrupted her, uncovered the riddle, first asked if she met this matter, should be what to do.

”Your Highness means concubine?” Mu Xiyao is surprised to point to his nose, small face is all inconceivable. After pulling his sleeve, his eyes are full of timidity and grievances. ”Your Highness, my concubine is dying. Where are you?”