After playing a few games, Fan Xian didn't feel very lucky, and he was really impatient with the superficial intimacy with Aunt Liu, so he gave up his seat and patted Fan Sizhe.
Fan Sizhe looked at his father timidly, and Sinan Bo nodded slightly. He was ecstatic in his heart, let out a soft cry, and jumped onto the stool.
This child is always cowering in front of his father. After eating, he will be forced to study, let alone be allowed to play cards and gamble. He knew that he was able to go to the table today because his father was in a good mood and gave Fan Xian a face, so Fan Sizhe felt much better about this brother from Danzhou.
Fan Xian went for a stroll in the yard, and when he returned to the flower hall, he stared at the table dumbfounded, and found that Fan Sizhe had a pile of copper coins in front of him, and the other three families had lost almost all of them.
Reminiscent of the incomparable enthusiasm for wealth shown by this seemingly wicked brother in the carriage during the day, Fan Xian finally discovered that the younger brother is not necessarily worthless, at least he seems to be quite talented in making money.
He stood behind Fan Sizhe curiously, carefully observing how the twelve-year-old boy operated. After looking at it for a while, I couldn't help being in awe, I saw that this kid's hands are extremely flexible, he can actually stack cards with one hand, draw cards, draw cards, play cards, touch cards, eat cards, win cards... the other hand is on the abacus , with five fat fingers flipping the beads of the abacus with a crackling sound.
Hu is all Fan Sizhe's Hu, and the calculation method is very complicated, so Fan Sizhe is also doing the calculations. Fan Xian watched from the side, feeling that this kid could calculate more money, no wonder there were so many copper coins piled up in front of him.
Realizing that Fan Xian was staring at Fan Sizhe, Liu's face remained unchanged, and he sighed inwardly, feeling that Fan Xian was seeing his son's money-grubbing ugliness, and he was afraid that the other party's confidence would be even stronger.
She didn't know the shock in Fan Xian's heart, because Fan Xian couldn't see a trace of arrogance or nonsense on Fan Sizhe's face at this time, but only the kind of determination and seriousness that "idealists" can have.
Fan Xian firmly believed that the young man in front of him would definitely become a very powerful person in the future as long as he was given room to develop. But he also knew that in the Qing Dynasty, if one wanted to get ahead, the only way was to obtain a scholar through the imperial examination. Even if Fan Sizhe won the title due to his family relationship in the future, if he really wanted to be awarded a real job, with his current level in books, It's still impossible, no wonder Fujiko Jing said Liu's hatred and pain for this son.
Merchants in this era are still not taken seriously. The Ministry of Household Affairs is one thing, the royal business name is one thing, but the private merchants are another matter.
The game ended soon, and Sinanbo Fan Jian left his seat expressionlessly. This kind of happy family gathering was not in line with his personality, but for some reason, today is different from usual. It was just that when he left, he glanced at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian understood something from his father's gaze. It seemed that he was a little unhappy to get rid of the guards his father sent him during the day. Fan Xian smiled and didn't respond. After all, he is a person who doesn't like to be followed. If that's the case, it's better to clarify this point with actions earlier.
Mrs. Liu glanced at her son, and there was a hint of love and helplessness in her eyes, but this emotion was fleeting. She got up and spoke to Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo very politely, then followed her husband and left. The servants of Si Nanbo's mansion all know that the master likes to drink a cup of fruit juice every night before going to bed, and this is all made by Liu's own hands to help the master who works hard every day in the household department to fall asleep.
Fan Xian frowned. He wanted to talk to his father about something, but it seemed he had to postpone it. Looking back, I saw Fan Sizhe who was still lying on the table remembering the number, and asked curiously, "I haven't collected the money yet, what are you remembering?"
Ruoruo was already tired after playing cards for a while, moved his wrist lightly, and said with a smile: "He, there will be some guests during the New Year's Eve, and then father will allow him to play for a while, but every He was not allowed to keep the copper coins he won the first time, saying that a man would not be greedy for such petty profits. Zhe'er dared not go against his father's wishes, but he had to write down how much he won every time, and said that in the future, he would slowly Settle accounts with us."
Fan Xian's heart moved, and he heard some other meanings from the word "accounting". He stabilized his mind and asked with a smile, "Sizhe, I think you are good at calculation. I don't know what you plan to do when you grow up. What?"
Fan Sizhe was young, but when he kept the accounts, he had no other distractions and was very attentive. He heard his questions but didn't answer them. Fan Ruoruo thought that his elder brother didn't know his younger brother's temper, and was afraid that he would be upset, so he was going to help explain it, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Fan Xian smiling, admiring the young man at the table looking at the bookkeeping.
After finishing the account, Fan Sizhe seemed to have just thought of the question Fan Xian raised just now. He rubbed his head, frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Of course it's to study and become an official, to honor the family."
Fan Xian looked at him amusedly, and asked, "Is that so?"
Fan Sizhe lost his anger at once, lay down on the table and said weakly, "Don't say that, my lord mother heard it, and it will be another good beating."
"There are only three of us, brother and sister, so what if you just tell the truth?" Fan Xian joked.
This sentence fell into Fan Sizhe's ears, but it made him have some different feelings. He grew up in the awe of servants since he was a child. Ordinary officials and eunuchs always have strict parents and kind mothers, but he is strict with his father. My mother was also strict, but later my father asked my sister to discipline me, who knew that my sister was even stricter, so my younger brother is familiar with this feeling, but my brothers and friends have never experienced it.
At this time, Fan Sizhe was a little dazed when he heard the words "true words". It seemed that the "brother" who was four years older than him in front of him didn't seem to be very scary, unlike what his mother said, but rather kind.
"I... I like making money."
"There's nothing good about a businessman chasing profit." Fan Ruoruo taught with a frown.
Fan Xian glanced at his sister with great disapproval, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, thinking how could this girl have such rigid and weird thoughts after having corresponded with me for several years. Being stared at by him, Ruoruo's heart tightened, knowing that she had said something wrong, she quickly shut up.
Fan Xian looked at Fan Sizhe with a smile and said, "As long as you do something well, it's the same for making money. I support you."
"You support it for a fart." Fan Sizhe sighed and said, "You have to ask Father to say that."
"Do it secretly." Fan Xian lured the other party like a devil.
Fan Sizhe was refreshed, and immediately thought of something, and said enthusiastically: "Brother, then you give me the manuscript of that book first, and I can sell this book for a big price." Not reluctantly.
Fan Xian was startled, and said, "Isn't it slow to get money with this?"
"Are you worried about money?" Fan Sizhe looked at him contemptuously, "It's just a trial."
Realizing that this kid actually dared to despise him, Fan Xian was furious, and shouted: "If you want to get the goods, you should first show me the proposal!"