Learn to make Longxi ramen with me?
Song Yu shouted lightly and thought to himself: This slutty woman is probably going to follow me to learn sex in bed! She said to Xiaochun with a hint of coldness: Go back and tell your eldest lady, let her be more at ease. If you dare to do this, I will break her legs. I will see what she has to come to me to learn Longxi Ramen.
Xiaochun's scolding to Song Yu was so scared that he was silent, and he hurriedly answered
Song Yu looked at her pale little face and knew that this little maid would be unable to change her cruel and cold image in her mind for a while. She was afraid that he would be so afraid of becoming like this. Song Yu felt pity for a rare heart and showed a harmonious smile on his face and said: Don’t hurry and leave. I asked you, have you eaten the Longxi ramen you made by me?
Xiaochun lowered his head and said: Third Master, I have eaten
Song Yu asked again: How does it taste?
Xiaochun still hung his head, not daring to look at Song Yu, and said in an ant-sounding voice: The eldest lady has finished eating, the maid, the maid has finished eating, too
I was asking if you taste delicious? Song Yu rolled his eyes. Why is this little maid so afraid of him? Just because she raped her, she saw Song Er's death again?
Song Yu's rare tenderness in front of her made Xiaochun even more panicked. She stuttered: Delicious, delicious...delicious
Is it delicious or delicious?
These two words are a progressive praise, but Song Yu couldn't hear them in Xiaochun's words. He smiled bitterly and waved his hand and said: Go back, look forward to your eldest lady, bring my words to her and let her stop making trouble.
Xiao Chunru breathed a sigh of relief again, and after asking Song Yu for peace, he ran away in a hurry.
……
……
Song Yu did not go out, but returned to his west courtyard. He asked Xu to call Song Damazi, the manager of the west courtyard, and then found a middle seat in the courtyard alone, moved out a seat, and lay on it.
It was already past ten o'clock, and the autumn sun was soaring, and the warmth brought by Song Yu was extremely comfortable
When Song Damazi came, Song Yu was covering his eyes with his sleeves, crossing his legs and swaying leisurely.
Third Master
Wow, Uncle Ma is here?
Song Damazi is not only full of pockmarks, but the magic is that his name is Song Ma. This good name does give him a pockmark.
Song Yu didn't stand up in front of the uncle who was a servant, and covered the sun with his sleeves and asked: Uncle Ma, how much money is left in our West Courtyard account?
The finances of the East and West Courts are different from each other, and the same is true for the servants. Song Yu's West Court has eleven servants. These people all eat Song Yu's, live in Song Yu, and only Song Yu's order is Song Damazi, the supreme leader of these eleven people. Because of his outstanding ability, he is also Song Yu's relative uncle, who takes into account both the manager and the manager of the West Court, and is in charge of the position of high and powerful.
Song Damazi's answer was very skillful. He asked without answering: How much does the third master want to use this time?
This answer gave Song Yu infinite hope, so Song Yu turned over and looked up at Song Damazi's face with pockmarks. He suddenly felt extremely friendly and yearned for his face: The more, the better
Unfortunately, Song Damazi disappointed him. The pockmarks on Song Damazi's face seemed to be sighing and said: Third Master, now our West Court accountant paid back the Zhu family's account at the beginning of the month, and there are still eight families still preparing to repay the accounts. Now your only money is...
Song Damazi stretched out five fingers, and Song Yu couldn't believe it and said: 50,000 yuan?
Song Damazi shook his head, and Song Yu thought to himself that it was true, and continued to ask: Five thousand coins?
Song Damazi still shook her head, and Song Yu widened his eyes and said: It won’t be only five hundred yuan, right?
Song Damazi nodded in pain, and Song Yu took a breath. He had long expected that Song Yu had a great fortune in the past, but he did not expect that Song Yu, who had a salary of 400 stone, would spend so much money. In addition, he also had a fief in Pu'an, Tang County, where nearly a thousand peasant brothers and sisters were his people. In other words, Song Yu was the owner of that piece of land, and all those people were his tenants, and all the fields there were his. In this way, Song Yu's income was quite expensive every year.
Song Yu's net worth is more than 100,000 yuan per year
So much money was defeated by Song Yu so quickly, and it was defeated three months ago. What made Song Yu even more worried was that not only he had lost, but he also had a lot of debt outside.
Song Yu lay weakly on the mat, covering his eyes with his sleeves, and said intimately that it was over. Today, the plan to build the Invention Hall was ruined. I went outside to find a tailor and a blacksmith. All the plans I found were ruined.
Which eight companies still owe money? How much is the total?
As an old accountant, Song Damazi said professionally: There is a total of 50,000 yuan, of which...
Song Yu lay on the mat and waved his hand and said: Don't say anything, stop talking, stop talking
Song Damazi sighed and said: Some tenants on the fiefdom have had an accident. Song Pu, the manager there, has already come to Zhuxin. I want to ask for your opinion, and there is also a fiefdom...
Song Yu moaned and asked: Lao Ma, you have dealt with these things before, right?
Song Damazi nodded, and Song Yu waved his hand: Then you can continue to deal with the matter in the fiefdom. As long as there is no murder case, don't bother me.
……
……
Song Damazi left with a look of resentment, and Song Yu also walked on the table with resentment.
Paralyzed, Tan Youan, why haven't you come back yet
As soon as you come back, the problem of my money in Sanye will be solved
One morning, Song Yu was bathing in the autumn sun, and the girl next to him sat cross-legged, asking Song Yu to rest her head on her straight and powerful thighs.
The two masters and servants were basking in the sun, and they would chat a few times from time to time. Song Zhong and Song Shi were sleeping in the room under Song Yu's pardon.
Song Yu and Xu Nu chatted for a while, then they became a little sleepy. Then they asked Xu Nu to go to the house and get the pillow out.
This pillow is made of earth paint, and the production is exquisite in this era, but unfortunately it is a bit hard. Song Yu is a man. Apart from being a little bit tactful, he doesn't care too much about this.
He was holding a paint pillow, pinching Xu Nu's thigh with his hands, and fell asleep for less than an hour, and suddenly woke up in shock.
The noise came in from outside the mansion. Song Yu was a little angry and said annoyed: Who is Ah? It's okay to make a fuss outside the mansion. If it quarrels to the Wang family of Wuqihou, I'm afraid that dozens of people will not be enough to lose their heads.
Xu Nu said: Third Master, I'll go out and have a look?
Song Yu shouted lightly and thought to himself: This slutty woman is probably going to follow me to learn sex in bed! She said to Xiaochun with a hint of coldness: Go back and tell your eldest lady, let her be more at ease. If you dare to do this, I will break her legs. I will see what she has to come to me to learn Longxi Ramen.
Xiaochun's scolding to Song Yu was so scared that he was silent, and he hurriedly answered
Song Yu looked at her pale little face and knew that this little maid would be unable to change her cruel and cold image in her mind for a while. She was afraid that he would be so afraid of becoming like this. Song Yu felt pity for a rare heart and showed a harmonious smile on his face and said: Don’t hurry and leave. I asked you, have you eaten the Longxi ramen you made by me?
Xiaochun lowered his head and said: Third Master, I have eaten
Song Yu asked again: How does it taste?
Xiaochun still hung his head, not daring to look at Song Yu, and said in an ant-sounding voice: The eldest lady has finished eating, the maid, the maid has finished eating, too
I was asking if you taste delicious? Song Yu rolled his eyes. Why is this little maid so afraid of him? Just because she raped her, she saw Song Er's death again?
Song Yu's rare tenderness in front of her made Xiaochun even more panicked. She stuttered: Delicious, delicious...delicious
Is it delicious or delicious?
These two words are a progressive praise, but Song Yu couldn't hear them in Xiaochun's words. He smiled bitterly and waved his hand and said: Go back, look forward to your eldest lady, bring my words to her and let her stop making trouble.
Xiao Chunru breathed a sigh of relief again, and after asking Song Yu for peace, he ran away in a hurry.
……
……
Song Yu did not go out, but returned to his west courtyard. He asked Xu to call Song Damazi, the manager of the west courtyard, and then found a middle seat in the courtyard alone, moved out a seat, and lay on it.
It was already past ten o'clock, and the autumn sun was soaring, and the warmth brought by Song Yu was extremely comfortable
When Song Damazi came, Song Yu was covering his eyes with his sleeves, crossing his legs and swaying leisurely.
Third Master
Wow, Uncle Ma is here?
Song Damazi is not only full of pockmarks, but the magic is that his name is Song Ma. This good name does give him a pockmark.
Song Yu didn't stand up in front of the uncle who was a servant, and covered the sun with his sleeves and asked: Uncle Ma, how much money is left in our West Courtyard account?
The finances of the East and West Courts are different from each other, and the same is true for the servants. Song Yu's West Court has eleven servants. These people all eat Song Yu's, live in Song Yu, and only Song Yu's order is Song Damazi, the supreme leader of these eleven people. Because of his outstanding ability, he is also Song Yu's relative uncle, who takes into account both the manager and the manager of the West Court, and is in charge of the position of high and powerful.
Song Damazi's answer was very skillful. He asked without answering: How much does the third master want to use this time?
This answer gave Song Yu infinite hope, so Song Yu turned over and looked up at Song Damazi's face with pockmarks. He suddenly felt extremely friendly and yearned for his face: The more, the better
Unfortunately, Song Damazi disappointed him. The pockmarks on Song Damazi's face seemed to be sighing and said: Third Master, now our West Court accountant paid back the Zhu family's account at the beginning of the month, and there are still eight families still preparing to repay the accounts. Now your only money is...
Song Damazi stretched out five fingers, and Song Yu couldn't believe it and said: 50,000 yuan?
Song Damazi shook his head, and Song Yu thought to himself that it was true, and continued to ask: Five thousand coins?
Song Damazi still shook her head, and Song Yu widened his eyes and said: It won’t be only five hundred yuan, right?
Song Damazi nodded in pain, and Song Yu took a breath. He had long expected that Song Yu had a great fortune in the past, but he did not expect that Song Yu, who had a salary of 400 stone, would spend so much money. In addition, he also had a fief in Pu'an, Tang County, where nearly a thousand peasant brothers and sisters were his people. In other words, Song Yu was the owner of that piece of land, and all those people were his tenants, and all the fields there were his. In this way, Song Yu's income was quite expensive every year.
Song Yu's net worth is more than 100,000 yuan per year
So much money was defeated by Song Yu so quickly, and it was defeated three months ago. What made Song Yu even more worried was that not only he had lost, but he also had a lot of debt outside.
Song Yu lay weakly on the mat, covering his eyes with his sleeves, and said intimately that it was over. Today, the plan to build the Invention Hall was ruined. I went outside to find a tailor and a blacksmith. All the plans I found were ruined.
Which eight companies still owe money? How much is the total?
As an old accountant, Song Damazi said professionally: There is a total of 50,000 yuan, of which...
Song Yu lay on the mat and waved his hand and said: Don't say anything, stop talking, stop talking
Song Damazi sighed and said: Some tenants on the fiefdom have had an accident. Song Pu, the manager there, has already come to Zhuxin. I want to ask for your opinion, and there is also a fiefdom...
Song Yu moaned and asked: Lao Ma, you have dealt with these things before, right?
Song Damazi nodded, and Song Yu waved his hand: Then you can continue to deal with the matter in the fiefdom. As long as there is no murder case, don't bother me.
……
……
Song Damazi left with a look of resentment, and Song Yu also walked on the table with resentment.
Paralyzed, Tan Youan, why haven't you come back yet
As soon as you come back, the problem of my money in Sanye will be solved
One morning, Song Yu was bathing in the autumn sun, and the girl next to him sat cross-legged, asking Song Yu to rest her head on her straight and powerful thighs.
The two masters and servants were basking in the sun, and they would chat a few times from time to time. Song Zhong and Song Shi were sleeping in the room under Song Yu's pardon.
Song Yu and Xu Nu chatted for a while, then they became a little sleepy. Then they asked Xu Nu to go to the house and get the pillow out.
This pillow is made of earth paint, and the production is exquisite in this era, but unfortunately it is a bit hard. Song Yu is a man. Apart from being a little bit tactful, he doesn't care too much about this.
He was holding a paint pillow, pinching Xu Nu's thigh with his hands, and fell asleep for less than an hour, and suddenly woke up in shock.
The noise came in from outside the mansion. Song Yu was a little angry and said annoyed: Who is Ah? It's okay to make a fuss outside the mansion. If it quarrels to the Wang family of Wuqihou, I'm afraid that dozens of people will not be enough to lose their heads.
Xu Nu said: Third Master, I'll go out and have a look?
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