Song Jinggong is a liar. He always thinks that he is the best, so he doesn't think about other things at all, and he doesn't know how to communicate with his colleagues.
Zhang Xiaobao caught his mentality and kept cheating money, a little bit every time, even the concierge used it.
After Song Jinggong went back in the morning, she wanted to get more and more angry. In order to get revenge earlier, she hurried back with the money that night. It was the concierge who met. With the morning experience, this time she didn’t wait to speak. Pass the silver.
It weighed about half a tael, which was nearly twice as much as the one given by Mr. Zheng in the morning. The concierge really treated each other with a smile. After taking the money, Fei ran in. After a while, he turned and returned with a helpless expression.
Said: "Song son, the steward is checking the accounts, maybe it is impossible to meet the son today, it is better to come early tomorrow."
"Then your wife is here?" Song Jinggong spent half a tael of silver and was distressed. So much money was given to the concierge.
Seeing that he could not speak with the steward at this time, he put forward a new request.
After hearing this, the concierge, who was smiling right now, suddenly turned gloomy, and said coldly: "My wife is not concerned about you, please come back, please."
Song Jinggong was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly thought that there are two other babies to be fed, and they must be the milk babies at the moment. It was really rude to ask like this, and she looked embarrassed and didn't dare to speak any more, she forced a smile and turned around. Shanshan left.
After walking dozens of steps, I found that I was going to the place where I was staying yesterday. I thought of that place’s meals, and then changed the direction to go to Wang’s Zhuangzi. Who knew that I found someone who looked clean and said it. They actually asked for ten texts for accommodation, and the food expenses were also doubled.
Thinking that the food at this restaurant could be better, I would admit it by gritting my teeth. As for fried leeks, the good thing is that there are more eggs.
Lying on the bed that is almost empty, the thin layer of mattress is covered with thatch. The pierced one is uncomfortable. That's it. There are still mosquitoes flying around in the room.
When he slept last night, the family ordered him a rope made of mugwort to repel mosquitoes. Today, there is nothing. This room is next to the back yard.
From time to time, the half-broken window could see something wandering in with its wings flapping in the bright moonlight. Song Jinggong didn't even dare to take off her clothes. She covered her face with the blanket that she didn't know the smell, and couldn't sleep at all.
The cry of crickets outside the window keeps screaming. I heard it in the past that I didn't feel like it, but today, it's even more like it.
In the middle of the night, the vegetables and fruit trees planted in the yard kept sending moisture to the house. Song Jinggong felt cold in his hands and feet, and turning his body into a ball could not solve the coldness.
"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, open the door and discuss something."
Finally, Song Jinggong, who couldn't bear the torture, got up and went to the front of the next room, gently buttoned the door, and said when he heard the question inside.
"What's the matter, you still stay up so late?" The person who opened the door asked in his fifties, yawning and a little dissatisfied.
"Lao Zhang, my house is too cold, I wonder if I was borrowed to build it?" Song Jinggong did not expect that a farmer would dare to speak to him like this, sighed sadly in her heart, and discussed.
"Where are the beddings? Put them away. Where can I find you in the middle of the night? It's a night, what did you think about earlier?" Lao Zhang refused.
"Really do not have?"
"It's not without it. When there is a new quilt for the grandson to marry a daughter-in-law, it is placed in a conspicuous place, and it took a full one or two dollars to make it." The old man said while lamenting the master's greatness, even this. It's calculated.
"I'll buy it, a tael of silver, I bought it." Song Jinggong's eyes were red, what was a tael of silver? Is it satin
"You have to work hard to get it." Lao Zhang complained still.
"Add ten pennies." Song Jinggong increased the price.
"Wait." Lao Zhang snorted and closed the door, thinking that he was going in to find the bed.
It took a full quarter of an hour before he wandered out of it, shoved a bunch of things into Song Jinggong's arms, and turned around to close the door and bolt.
Song Jinggong hugged the quilt, feeling warmer, went back to her room, opened it and covered it, still couldn't sleep, so she had to look around in the moonlight.
When I looked at it, I saw the quilt. The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. I don’t know if it’s because the moonlight is as white as the original, or the color of the quilt is a problem. Take a close look at it. It’s made of thick silk. Just this set, thirty texts. Even if there are more, the most expensive is no more than fifty wen, and it costs a tael or two.
That's all, but looking at the stained area, it was obviously washed out by the pulp, and the gray was white. This is also called a new quilt.
Song Jinggong thought about it for a while, just got up and walked to the window, opened the other window, and was draped in to see the night scene.
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In just a few days, Song Jinggong spent a lot of money. Excluding what was given to Zhang Xiaobao, the total amount was a dozen silver dollars, including accommodation, food and drink, and gifts. However, he only met Mr. Zhang on the side, and the matter was over, only that he wanted to partner. Make a profitable business.
Guan Shi said that he couldn't be the master and he needed to know about his wife and wife.
Who knows this, just a few more days, if he hadn't spent so much money, he would have gone back long ago, who is chatting here? But if the money is spent, he is not reconciled if he doesn't get things done well. Today, he finally decided to live in Gejiazhuangzi and not spend the wronged money.
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"Xiaobao, has it been here for twenty days?" Wang Juan, who was sitting on one end of a seesaw under the shade of the tree, pressed hard and pressed Zhang Xiaobao's side up, and then asked.
Zhang Xiaobao shifted his center of gravity back, lifted Wang Juan up again, and replied: "No, exactly nineteen days, and ten days later, the chicken will come out. The earthworm hasn't grown up, so put it in the toilet of the dealer's house, oh yeah. In the cottage, if you eat maggots, it doesn’t matter if you bury them, you are afraid of falling into the dung pit and drowning, and you need to feed some food."
"Where's the sauce, it's almost done too?"
"It's early, it will take twenty days to do it." Zhang Xiaobao estimated the days Erniu said.
"Are you sure someone can buy it? It's nothing more than spicy, there is meat in it." Wang Juan also tried hard to lift up Zhang Xiaobao, using this to exercise the strength of his legs and waist, and exercise while playing.
"Absolutely no problem. When the sauce comes out, they even bring the method of making dishes with sauce to the restaurants, inns, and small shops. They sell well, they will come to buy the sauce, take a rest, an hour, leg It's all worn out.
After a while, let Xiaohong go to the kitchen and ask them to make some kelp and big bone soup. Didn’t you get kelp two days ago? To add nutrition, just drinking milk is not enough. "
Zhang Xiaobao got down from the seesaw and walked to a sunny place outside to catch the sun.
Wang Juan also came over. Xiaohong hurried to the kitchen and ordered people to make things. He hurried back to take out a small cave and put it in the middle of the courtyard. Under an umbrella, he hid under the shade and watched the two. Little ancestor, while thinking about his own thoughts.
She usually makes clothes for herself and Xiaoqi when she is free. This time she said she didn't dare to take any needles when she was watching a child. Then no one would be able to help her.
"Xiaobao, don't always lie down and see how much money we have." Wang Juan asked when he turned over and put his chin on the tumbler.
"You don't have much money, you have accumulated some things. Wait, wait for the autumn harvest."
"What are you going to do for the autumn harvest? I always feel that you are not at ease." Wang Juan didn't know what Zhang Xiaobao was planning at this time.
"How to say it, you can say that you don't have a good heart, and you can do things with a kind heart, it depends on which angle you understand."
"For example?" Wang Juan guided.
"For example, is it good or bad for traders to make money? If they want to make a profit, they can only buy low and sell high." Zhang Xiaobao said thoughtfully.
When Wang Juan, who was lying there, heard this, he immediately sat up and stared at Zhang Xiaobao and said, "You want to buy food? Do you want to hoard something?"
"Don't be stupid, how much money can I have, and still hoarding, I want to buy food locally. Today, I have a good harvest and the food is cheap. I will ship it to other places next year and make a lot of money." Zhang Xiaobao finally stated his purpose.
"Where?"
"You can't say it yet. If you tell anyone, the secret will no longer be a secret." Zhang Xiaobao refused again.
"I won't ask in the future. Think about that Song liar, how he is going to cheat."
"I'm not a god, let alone a monster, wait, let Guan Shi touch it tomorrow, and soldiers will stop him."
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The next day, Song Jinggong came to the yard again, once a day, it has long become a habit. He originally thought that he would not have any gains today. Who knew that the concierge took the money he gave and went in to inform him, and Guanshi Zhang personally greeted him. .
"Haha, Master Song is here, waiting for a long time, right? Come in with me." Zhang Guanshi enthusiastically led Song Jinggong into the living room, making Song Jinggong a little uncomfortable.
When the two of them sat down, they brought the boiled tea, and after a few sips, Guan Shi Zhang said, "Master Song has been here for many days. There must be important things, right? It takes a few days for Mrs. Back, everything in the village is under the management of Zhang, and Young Master Song said when he had something to do."
When Song Jinggong heard the words of Guan Shi Zhang, she moved in her heart and asked tentatively, "You can also be the master of money matters?"
"Of course, my family has been in charge of the Zhang family for generations, and it has nothing to do with all the money management." Zhang Guanshi replied a little proudly.
"Oh, in that case, Guanshi Zhang is very respected by Zhuangzi in this house. Congratulations Guanshi Zhang." Song Jinggong flattered.
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Song Gongzi should tell me what to do." Zhang Guanshi narrowed his eyes, and looked comfortable with praise.
"Well, so Song said, I have a shop in Sanshui County that specializes in antique calligraphy and painting." Song Jinggong said softly.
"Oh? But let me buy some calligraphy and painting?" Zhang Guanshi asked.
"No, it's because there is something else to discuss and get rich." Song Jinggong finally said what he thought was alluring.