Chapter 288： Where did the water come from?
Chapter 288 Where did the water come from?
Yang Lan'er immediately became interested, but she had to ask clearly: "But where can I find the actor who sings the story?"
Su Yongyuan leaned back on the back of the chair, and said arrogantly: "You don't have to worry about this, little sister-in-law. There are many actors walking around the streets. As long as the price is right, we can choose any actor."
"Then I'll let you choose this one. I happen to have a few shops in the county seat, so you can choose one to open a teahouse." Yang Lan'er nodded. In ancient feudal society, actors were poor and humble occupations, and their social status was equivalent to that of slaves. Personal freedom is very limited, and the name register is separated, and intermarriage with common people is prohibited.
If the teahouse is opened, it can give some poor actors a stable income, preventing them from being displaced and living a miserable life, which is also a good relationship for them.
Su Yongyuan nodded, and had no objection to this.
The two discussed some details of opening the teahouse, and signed the contract after a certain period of time.
Su Yongyuan said sternly: "Then, sister-in-law, I want to try to open one in the county first, and if the business is good, I will drive to other counties or capitals."
"Hey, you have great ambitions, Mr. Su, we husband and wife are looking forward to the day when you will reach the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains."
Su Yongyuan laughed heartily: "A good one will be Ling Jueding, and you can see all the mountains and mountains at a glance. Sister-in-law, Su will not let you down. We will start making arrangements when you move back to the village."
"Mr. Su, is there anything else?" Yang Lan'er glanced at the smiling man opposite him, and yawned, his eyes were misty and moist like autumn water.
Su Yongyuan's breath was stagnant, and he quickly shook his head: "It's nothing else."
"Oh, Mr. Xiang, let's go back." Yang Lan'er stood up and leaned on Mr. Xiang, looking up at him.
"Ok."
Su Yongyuan watched the couple leave the room, clutched his chest, and murmured: "Why does the heartbeat speed up here? Could it be that the heart of spring is rippling?"
Thinking about this, he finally came to the conclusion that he had to put marriage on the agenda.
Yang Lan'er woke up from a nap, stood in the yard and saw Tan Anjun entered the yard surrounded by a group of little kids, she glanced at the shadow in the corner of the yard, well, she still slept for a long time, at this moment It's time to apply.
She patted her forehead, squinted her eyes because of the sunlight, and said with a smile, "Master, why did you go with the children?"
Shouldn’t the children be practicing at this time?
Tan Anjun walked quickly to the verandah, took the handkerchief from his little wife, and was about to wipe it himself, when she suddenly stopped, and handed the handkerchief back to his little wife: "Lady, wipe my husband's sweat."
Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes at him, and was about to pick it up...
"Mother, if there is something for the son to do his job, let the son come and wipe the sweat for the father." Belle snatched the handkerchief from his father, pulled his sleeve and shouted: "Daddy, you are too tall, and the son is tall enough!" No, you squat down and let your son wipe your face well."
The smile on Tan Anjun's face froze, he looked down at his youngest son's sincere eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all, and obediently knelt down so that his son could reach him.
Bao'er rolled her eyes and sneaked back into the house.
Bei Er wiped her face and leaned over to blow the air. She frowned slightly and said distressedly: "Daddy, you sweat a lot. You must be very tired. Don't worry, my son will help you to blow the air to cool off."
Tan Anjun was so moved that tears almost filled his eyes, and his heart softened to the point of confusion.
His phoenix eyes blinked, where did the water come from on his face?
(end of this chapter)
Yang Lan'er immediately became interested, but she had to ask clearly: "But where can I find the actor who sings the story?"
Su Yongyuan leaned back on the back of the chair, and said arrogantly: "You don't have to worry about this, little sister-in-law. There are many actors walking around the streets. As long as the price is right, we can choose any actor."
"Then I'll let you choose this one. I happen to have a few shops in the county seat, so you can choose one to open a teahouse." Yang Lan'er nodded. In ancient feudal society, actors were poor and humble occupations, and their social status was equivalent to that of slaves. Personal freedom is very limited, and the name register is separated, and intermarriage with common people is prohibited.
If the teahouse is opened, it can give some poor actors a stable income, preventing them from being displaced and living a miserable life, which is also a good relationship for them.
Su Yongyuan nodded, and had no objection to this.
The two discussed some details of opening the teahouse, and signed the contract after a certain period of time.
Su Yongyuan said sternly: "Then, sister-in-law, I want to try to open one in the county first, and if the business is good, I will drive to other counties or capitals."
"Hey, you have great ambitions, Mr. Su, we husband and wife are looking forward to the day when you will reach the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains."
Su Yongyuan laughed heartily: "A good one will be Ling Jueding, and you can see all the mountains and mountains at a glance. Sister-in-law, Su will not let you down. We will start making arrangements when you move back to the village."
"Mr. Su, is there anything else?" Yang Lan'er glanced at the smiling man opposite him, and yawned, his eyes were misty and moist like autumn water.
Su Yongyuan's breath was stagnant, and he quickly shook his head: "It's nothing else."
"Oh, Mr. Xiang, let's go back." Yang Lan'er stood up and leaned on Mr. Xiang, looking up at him.
"Ok."
Su Yongyuan watched the couple leave the room, clutched his chest, and murmured: "Why does the heartbeat speed up here? Could it be that the heart of spring is rippling?"
Thinking about this, he finally came to the conclusion that he had to put marriage on the agenda.
Yang Lan'er woke up from a nap, stood in the yard and saw Tan Anjun entered the yard surrounded by a group of little kids, she glanced at the shadow in the corner of the yard, well, she still slept for a long time, at this moment It's time to apply.
She patted her forehead, squinted her eyes because of the sunlight, and said with a smile, "Master, why did you go with the children?"
Shouldn’t the children be practicing at this time?
Tan Anjun walked quickly to the verandah, took the handkerchief from his little wife, and was about to wipe it himself, when she suddenly stopped, and handed the handkerchief back to his little wife: "Lady, wipe my husband's sweat."
Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes at him, and was about to pick it up...
"Mother, if there is something for the son to do his job, let the son come and wipe the sweat for the father." Belle snatched the handkerchief from his father, pulled his sleeve and shouted: "Daddy, you are too tall, and the son is tall enough!" No, you squat down and let your son wipe your face well."
The smile on Tan Anjun's face froze, he looked down at his youngest son's sincere eyes, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all, and obediently knelt down so that his son could reach him.
Bao'er rolled her eyes and sneaked back into the house.
Bei Er wiped her face and leaned over to blow the air. She frowned slightly and said distressedly: "Daddy, you sweat a lot. You must be very tired. Don't worry, my son will help you to blow the air to cool off."
Tan Anjun was so moved that tears almost filled his eyes, and his heart softened to the point of confusion.
His phoenix eyes blinked, where did the water come from on his face?
(end of this chapter)
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