Ding Xianglou

Ma Jin's "do not say" two words just said exit, around a quiet.

The guests all frowned, their faces showed an unpleasant color, and Grandpa Zhao was even more angry on the spot.

Ma Jin saw that the situation was not good, and he gave himself a round field, and there was a smile on his face to the guests.

"Of course, not at all."

What is it?

What does this mean?

The people are confused.

I saw Ma Jin unhurriedly explain: "For some reason, I intended to stop speaking in the Ding Xianglou, but I felt sorry for the uncles who had always supported me."

So I think about it, in the dilemma between the dilemma to take a compromise, the future every month on the fifth, 15, 25th, twenty-five, these three days, I will be in the Ding Xianglou, dedicated to the old acquaintances of our Ding Xianglou, and the ticket money to listen to the book will not be collected in the future, and I hope that you will come to the scene more and more."

This is Ma Jinxuan's solution, for these old acquaintances to make some concessions, take out three days a month to read, both to calm the old acquaintance, and only a few days a month will not attract the attention of others, they can also be addicted to Taiwan.

In the hurry, Ma Jin can only think of this method, if there is an omission, and then change it.

Ma Jin said this, the uneasy guests eased a lot, they also calculated that this is Ma Jin's concession, now Ma Jin identity is not before, they are not too much forced.

But they are still very dissatisfied with the three-day monthly story time proposed by Ma Jin, and there is too little time.

Among the guests, the most prestigious grandfather Zhao, and the guests next to him looked at each other, quickly exchanged ideas in their eyes, and raised objections to Ma Jin.

“Three days is too little, at least twenty days a month.”

Ma Jin was prepared to object to the guests, but they did not expect that they would even have spoken to the lion.

Twenty days.

Why don’t you just say twenty-nine days?

Ma Jin turned his eyes in a bad mood: "Twenty days is too long, so I give Grandpa Zhao a face, plus one more day, four days a month!"

“No, not.Four days is too little, so let's cut another two days, eighteen days a month."Du treasurer saw that Grandpa Zhao was blocked by Ma Jin and came out to help.

"No, four days a month is a lot, can't be added."

Du treasurer did not have a disciple of General Pingnan, Ma Jin and he did not have any old relationship, and immediately refused his request.

"Son, I and your father are brothers and sisters, and when you grew up watching you grow up, you will not give your uncle this face, so that, fifteen days a month."The money treasurer looked at the treasurer and returned to the treasurer without success, personally playing the emotional card for Ma Jin.

Money treasurer out of the horse, Ma Jin really can not give face, not to mention the relationship between people and their own cheap father, just when they are caught, people pay to help him out of his sentiment, he can not help.

"Since Uncle Qian has spoken, this face can't help but give it, ah, I will add two more days, six days a month."Ma Jin pretended to be a big decision to bite his teeth, he said.

Seeing this trick is effective, the money treasurer has just returned, and the treasurer Hao has made up.

“The wise nephew...”

Ma Jin: “...”

...

After some verbal sword, you came and went, and the two sides finally reached an agreement, and finally set the time on the ten-day period.

This is Ma Jin's bottom line, he died and bite for ten days without loosening his mouth, the guests took him can not help, reluctantly agreed to this plan.

In this way, the two sides agreed that after that, Ma Jin would say a book in Ding Xianglou every three days, and say ten times a month.

The story of this matter is finally over, Ma Jin is also relieved, although some of the unsatisfactory, but the end is still a happy.

Ma Jin's good words to appease the heart and the grumbling guests, quickly notify the cook, let them grasp the dishes.

A delicate pastry and delicious porridge were placed in front of themselves, which greatly eased the fire in the hearts of the guests.

Handy out the guests, Ma Jin and the money treasurer, Hao treasurer, Zhao grandfather, these close friends of the guests for a while, said a few auspicious words, worshipped the old age.

There was a lot of laughter between each other, and when the conversation was changed, the tension of the sword was tense.

After talking for a while, Ma Jin agreed to give a review at the beginning of the eighth lecture, and then said goodbye to the guests and returned to the backyard to make up for it.

. .

Ma Jin slept until the evening.

At Shenchu (five o'clock in the afternoon), Ma Jin was awakened by the roar of hunger in his stomach, and he got up to put on his clothes, simply washed, and stepped into the front hall.

Ma Jin and the guests who were eating in the lobby said hello and then called for the whole blessing.

Let the whole beg to the kitchen to bring him some meals, not a while, the whole blessing to bring him two dishes and a soup plus three buns, a plate of red meat, a plate of smelting, and a bowl of broth.

“Oh?”

Ma Jin took the spoon and stirred it in the soup bowl, found that the meat in the soup was all some internal organs, and turned to ask the whole blessing: "What kind of soup is this."

The whole blessing saw Ma Jin asked questions, smiled, and replied: "This is the donkey soup made by Master Yang, Bao Ge tasted it, and said it was delicious after he tasted it, which is also what he specially asked me to bring you to taste."

Ma Jin nodded, picked up the spoon and drank a few sips of soup, eyebrows raised, and spied out the meat in the soup to taste it, and praised it: "It's good, it's delicious, and I'll say it back to Uncle Zhou, give Master Yang a penny to reward, tell the kitchen, who can develop a new dish that can satisfy the guests in the future, Ben Don's home has a reward."

"Yes, the owner, I know."The whole blessing.

Ma Jin was really hungry, not bullshit, picked up the bread and began to sweat.

Who thought that the horse had just eaten half of the rice, and two people came in the fragrant building.

I saw the "beautiful" class leader Mei Fang and Xiangyunlou boss Zhu Yunfeng came to the opposite side of the Qinghe class, the two came to the Dingxiang Building, entered the gate, saw Ma Jin eating in the lobby, straight to Ma Jin,

“Son, something has happened.”

Zhu Yunfeng saw Ma Jin, did not even say hello, and his face was heavy.

Ma Jinzhu Zhu Yunfeng and Mei Fang look wrong, the heart knows that it is not a small thing, the lobby is full of mouths, not a conversation to let the whole blessing send the meal to the backyard, directly take the two people to their own study.

Ma Jin closed the door and said to the two people: "What happened?You look so ugly.”

"The script of the white snake was stolen" Mei Fang Feng's eyebrows.

"What?"Has the script been stolen?”Ma Jinda was surprised.

"It's my fault, I didn't expect to be a traitor to Ching and Ban."The plum face is cloudy.

“What the hell is going on?”Ma Jin frowned and asked.