In the early morning of summer, the morning sun rises and brightens the earth.

Spoon stretched a lazy waist, and lifted his head and shook the morning dew, refreshing. Shrinking his legs, he walked out of the flower bed, straightened out the small pleats on his clothes, and prepared to open the shop.

As soon as two door panels were removed, the scholar jumped out of the ox cart and hugged a flower in it. Spoon scratching his head, didn't he stay in the room last night? Can not help squinting, squinting, looking at the thin student: "The shopkeeper is early."

"Early spoon, come here, move things to the backyard."

Spoon looked at the two pots of things, twitching the corners of his mouth: "Cash money ... Qiuju?"

The student's tooth decay: "This is a weapon of wealth."

"......" Please take care of the inn seriously, don't take the other way and go! You yell at the door of the inn more often than not! Spoon spoke graciously, "The shopkeeper, instead of planting these flowers and plants, it is better to open the store early and recruit late."

The student thought for a while and nodded: "Reasonable. Come, move flowers."

Spoon supporting the amount.

After entering the backyard, the scholar took a shovel in his hand and drew left and right, dug a pit next to the cypress, and planted a cash cow. Spoon watering the tree that was just planted. Half of the plants will be removed without watering the plants after planting. The scholar did not know how to grow flowers and grass. Seeing the scholar took Qiuju to plant in her place, he jumped over to protect the open space, this is her home! Spoon stared: "Not here."

"why?"

"I, I want to raise flowers."

"Oh. Be a neighbor next to it."

Spoon wants to cry, and flowers such as chrysanthemum and kumquat are known as tyrants, so she should not be friends with tacky tyrants. Who wants to hold their thighs, so thick!

She hugged the scholar who squatted and dug in the back, remembering the thing that scared him that night and didn't respond at all, he couldn't help but blow a breath into his neck. Immediately saw him turn his head, the tip of his nose was almost touching, his bright eyes reflected the other's face, but his heartbeat stopped flashing. Spoon blinked, wondering why it was strange in her heart. She jumped back and fled.

The scholar returned to digging and continued to dig. Suddenly, his lips were slightly moist, and he raised his hand. Well, his nosebleeds again.

The spoon that fled to the kitchen jingled the chicken, threw it into the casserole, and continued to boil her Shiquan tonic. It was just that she was blowing a demon, and normal people could not detect it at all. Seeing Tang boil, she ran to Yun Sang's room again, hiding in the vase to sleep. When I got out of the door, I went up to the building opposite the Jinxiu Inn, and saw that the blue-shirted Taoist priest stood like a bottle of wood and went straight to this.

Last night it took so much effort to set up the battle, and it was broken. For ten and a half months, the Taoist priests didn't want to recover their strength. The spoon was extremely relieved, just worried that the boar sperm didn't know when it would return, and she still had to set up a line, lest she fell asleep and somebody broke in.

It took a while to lay down the Tianluodi net, and she ran down to give soup to the scholar. When he saw him, he said seriously, "No chickens, dogs or roast suckling pigs are allowed upstairs."

The scholar stared at the large pot of tonic, eyes widened slightly. Spoon holding his free look, he raised his hand and swayed, "Treasurer."

"Oh ..." The scholar looked at death as if he had taken over the soup full of soup, with a sad face, "Why not eat so much?"

The spoon was stubborn: "No."

If she guessed wrong, the scholar is just a foolish mortal, and Yang Yang is affected by Yun Chang. Spoon got up and patted his shoulder: "The shopkeeper drinks slowly. Don't sneak down."

"Oh……"

Spoon took the incense candle of Master Bai Guan and ran to Yun Sang's room. On her bedside point, fanned the misty cigarette into her nose. After a while, Yun Chang woke up, rubbing her eyes to see her, got up, her voice was weak, her lips were bloodless: "Thank you girl."

Spooning with smoke, he lingered slowly beside the bed, and said, "The Taoist has stayed at the inn opposite. He probably wants to recover his strength and grab you." She finally asked, "What on earth did you owe the Taoist? You don't plan to reincarnate. Is that it? Help him keep the soul down? "

Yun Chang shook her head: "I didn't owe him anything. He hadn't even seen him before his soul was incomplete."

Spoon originally thought it would be a long and cliché story. The hand was already picking the seeds in his arms, but when he heard this, he silently put his claws back, and couldn't help asking, "Why do you want to do this? "

Yun Chang's voice was low and shallow, just like ghosts and ethereal spirits wandering: "Because before I met him, I was always a ghost wrapped in a walking dead, because I couldn't stand in the sun for too long like a normal person, and forgot about food I forgot the warmth and coldness of my body. I wandered aimlessly like that every day, sometimes I even thought that it would just be so fuming. But I met him one day. I felt that everything was lost and I could n’t see He ca n’t hear clearly, and he wo n’t even feel when he eats, but he is still trying to fulfill his accusations of being a Taoist. Looking at him, I have the idea that I must “live” well, I must Wait until the chance of reincarnation. I often think that I am not helping him, but helping myself. "

The spoon silently, while redeeming others, he was being redeemed, but Yun Chang did not know. When I came out of the room, I went downstairs in a slightly entangled mood, and saw the rhubarb raised by the scholar in the beckoning shop, and smiled very kindly: "Come, come here, give you meat."

Spoon swallowing mountains and rivers: "Treasurer!"

The student gestured, and raised his hand straight: "Wangcai walks away, don't come and grab something to eat."

The spoon-blinking eyebrows jumped and sat down in front of him: "This tonic is good for you."

The student made a very painful "Oh", and Spoon said, "Also, it's called rhubarb, not Wangcai."

"It's called Wangcai. I wanted to call it fortune, but the shop next door to Mipu's family has already taken the name."

"..." Spoon returned to the backyard angrily, and his belly was vulgar, vulgar and vulgar! Thanks to him, he is also a polite scholar, a cash cow and a prosperous man. He put his mind back on the right path. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw a fight scene.

"Ahhhh ~~~ smelly cuckoo ~ eat my palm!"

"Uncle! I have a nest nest dove! Poke a chrysanthemum!"

"Be careful I curse your fortune for life!"

"You are a cash cow and not a **** of wealth, so don't give away!"

Spoon shouted "Don't hit". No one listened ... she raised her palm and read a few words, and the calm well water rushed up, winding like a snake, patting on the demons. Almost conditioned, the demons all reached out to catch water, exclaiming comfortably. After licking the water in the corner of the mouth, the cuckoos jumped over and issued a finger: "Boss, these two guys said they wanted us to call them the boss."

Qiuju was wearing golden clothes, and the money tree was wearing yellow silk printed with money strings. Huang Chancan almost flashed to the eyes of the spoon in the sun. Sure enough, he is a tyrant in the grass and wood industry. This sudden urge to hug his thigh ...

The small gold fan with a money tree in his hand: "I didn't expect that the courtyard here is full of good colleagues, disrespectful and disrespectful. When you first arrive in your expensive place, please be patient."

The spoon dangled on him and said what he was doing. This is basically the expression of asking everyone to kneel forward and lick, not to show the grandeur of the majesty, akimbo: "I am the boss here, since you are guests, you should be good following the rule."

Qiuju snorted softly: "What rules?"

The spoon scratched his head and said earnestly: "Unity and love, guard the inn, and don't let anyone harm, so as not to provoke Taoists."

"嘁 ~~~"

Xin Niang blinked: "Did she just" 嘁 ~~~ "just now?"

Cypress nodded: "She did say" 嘁 ~~~ "just now, and her attitude was extremely arrogant and very disdainful."

Climbing fist: "Boss hit her!"

Spoon raised his fist. Although the two men have been repaired for hundreds of years, especially the money tree, Qianglong keeps his head on the snake, and there are several helpers around her, so they must first teach them something. After thinking about it, the spoon went up to his fist, just about to rush up, and saw the money tree and Qiuju hissing back to their respective places, and the demon hurriedly jumped into the flowerbed.

"Spoon." The scholar lifted the curtain and came in, not minding that she stood there in a strange posture, and pulled her sleeves when she came over. "The guests are waiting in front, why are you still here?"

Xin Niang and Cuckoo were playing with the leaves and guessing the stone cloth. They saw the two go out and yawned, but when they were about to step out of the gate, there was a demon in the yard. A gauntlet of wild boar spewed down with a large blood bowl and rushed to the back of the spoon.

"Boss!"

As soon as the spoon was about to turn around, the scholar reached out and blocked his vision. He lifted his right hand slightly, and a wide, long-sleeve waved a strong wind, and instantly shot the wild boar essence into the sky to see the dumb eyes.

The spoon didn't know it, the scholar turned back slightly, raised his finger slightly towards the garden, and hissed. It's obviously laughing, but it makes people laugh.

When the two of them went out, Qiu Ju swallowed: "No wonder this guy can dig us out of the mountain. This is a loose fairy wandering around the world."

Dujuan and Xin Niang trembled: "What will the boss do not be eaten by him? Isn't it that he will try him later? Is this the rhythm of being caught and eaten?"

Gourd Shelf said, "It shouldn't be, or she just ate her just now."

Everyone comforted the boss that nothing would happen, and they didn't need to help them at all. Then silently thought, if you go, you will be carried into the sky like a pig demon and become a shooting star ...

The spoon came with him to the front hall, and the scholar went to plan the dish, although there was nothing to calculate ... she wiped it with a rag and went to the cash drawer, crooked her head and looked at him carefully. No immortality. Staring, a strange reddish glow appeared on the scholar's fair face. She looked closer again, and the scholar suddenly turned gorgeously with her abacus and turned her back to her.

Then raise your right hand and hold it on your face. Spoon on the spoon's face, he should not have a nosebleed, how much is the medicine?