"It's like this. My family originally had an ancestral house in the outer city. Although the house is not luxurious, it is still a three-bedroom house. Brother Fang may have heard about what happened before. There are rumors that it is haunted, so the whole family moved here.
Come."
As he spoke, Han Du quickly waved his hand and explained to Fang Xiaoru: "But brother Fang, don't worry, it's not haunted there at all, but there are people doing dirty things in the name of ghosts and gods. It's not convenient for me to reveal the reason to brother Fang. Anyway, I believe I won't.
That’s what’s harming Brother Fang. I wonder, Brother Fang, would you mind staying there for a while so that you can settle down first and then make plans later?”
After hearing this, Fang Xiaoru laughed without hesitation and said: "The talk of ghosts and gods is just nonsense. I don't talk about strange powers and chaos. I don't have anything else, but I have a sense of righteousness. Since Brother Han has such good intentions, I naturally don't
Will refuse."
When Han Du saw that Fang Xiaoru agreed, he felt relieved. After all, it was very inappropriate to let others live in a haunted house. Unexpectedly, things went surprisingly smoothly, so he quickly asked Uncle Mu to bring the key.
To Fang Xiaoru.
After solving Fang Xiaoru's housing problem, Fang Xiaoru naturally expressed his gratitude to Han Du.
He casually took out a snack wrapped in paper, pushed it in front of Han Du, and said, "It's my first time here. I didn't bring anything with me. I just brought you a letter of cakes."
Han Du touched his chin and looked at the pastry he was pushing. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he said, "Where did you buy this? Why does it look like..."
After taking a sip of tea, Fang Xiaoru said lightly: "I didn't buy it, it was a gift from the girl from the Jiaofang Department."
I said, how do I look at pastries and feel familiar with them? Did you get them from the Jiaofangsi?
"You are really...little etiquette but heavy affection." Han Du felt ashamed for Fang Xiaoru.
It was a good idea for him to give himself the pastries from Jiaofangsi. He was the head of Jiaofangsi. If he wanted to eat pastries, he couldn't just eat whatever he wanted.
Use this to test the sixth-rank official of the Ming Dynasty? That official cannot withstand such a test!
Just now you were boasting about your righteousness. Is this your righteousness?
Fang Xiaoru glanced at Han Du expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I told you that this pastry was given to me by the girl, not from your Jiaofang Department." He bit the word 'yours' very hard.
Heavy means that this is the fruit of his own labor and his intention, not a borrowed flower to offer to the Buddha.
But to Han Du, it sounds no different. Now Jiaofangsi is a famous gold-selling cave in the entire capital, earning a flood of money every day. The people inside, whether they are female musicians, Zhangtai, or
The living standards of those handymen have skyrocketed. As for Zhangtai, when Han Du didn't come, they had to use their own money to supplement the living expenses of the Jiaofang Division. In this case,
Their lives are naturally not good.
But now, because Jiaofangsi is so profitable. In addition to the 700,000 guan that was handed over to Lao Zhu during this period, Jiaofangsi now has nearly one million guan in cash on its books. There are countless gold, silver and jewelry, and there are piles of them.
The three warehouses of the Jiaofang Division were filled.
If Lao Zhu knew about it, he would be extremely jealous. Even though Lao Zhu has the world, the cash in his hand is really not as good as that of the Jiaofang Division. Of course, although Lao Zhu can allocate the money at the imperial household department at will, it is not completely controlled after all.
In his hands. The money in his hands is really only what is stored in the palace.
Since they are all so rich, Handu will naturally not let them suffer any more injustice in their daily life. With a wave of his hand, Handu changed the previous rules. All female musicians on stage can ask the teacher for help.
You can order whatever you want. In addition, there is unlimited supply of melon seeds, peanut tea, preserved fruit snacks and cakes.
For example, Xiangxue, who is the mainstay of the Jiaofang Division, has quite a few female musicians waiting around her. She doesn't even need to do anything she wants, she just gives the order.
Therefore, Fang Xiaoru said that the pastry was given by the girl, but in fact it still belonged to Jiaofangsi.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru was a little angry, Han Du had no choice but to smile and ask: "Then why do they give you cakes?"
"She asked me to write a couplet for her. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. They also have their own small courtyard, so naturally they want to post a couplet at the door of the courtyard. Although they are homeless, now that
Having a little room of my own, I naturally want to make it look like home." Fang Xiaoru looked at Han Du deeply.
Han Du shrank when he heard the words and did not dare to answer. Han Du understood what Fang Xiaoru meant. He just wanted Han Du to think of a way to take pity on these women from the Jiaofang Division, and it would be best to pardon them.
It's a pity that Han Du really can't do this. Although Lao Zhu has now completely handed over the Jiaofang Division to Han Du, the most important music management still has not fallen into Han Du's hands. Even if Han Du wanted to
To deregister the female musicians from the Jiaofang Division, Han Du couldn't just say it himself.
And even if he had the power to deregister these female musicians, Han Do would not do it.
The female singers in Jiaofangsi are either girls who were sold by poor families because they could no longer survive, or they are prisoners whose homes were confiscated. Just like Yao Yue, even if she is deregistered, she
Nowhere to go.
In the Jiaofang Division, Han Du can still protect them, at least allowing them to live a worry-free life. If they really leave their country, if they meet a bad person, they will die without a burial place.
After all, they are all weak women, no matter in terms of knowledge or experience in life. They have stayed in a small place in Jiaofangji for their whole life, and they have no idea of the dangers of the world. In addition, all of them are beautiful.
Ruhua, if this were outside the Jiaofang Division, it would be like a little sheep walking among wolves.
Han Du couldn't explain clearly to Fang Xiaoru, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he had to turn his head and avoid it.
But Fang Xiaoru still stared at Han Du reluctantly.
Han Du was a little helpless and was about to explain, but suddenly thought of a question.
Wait, just now Fang Xiaoru said that he earned this letter of cake from writing?
Write!
Let me ask you, how much will Fang Xiaoru’s words be worth in future generations?
Han Du thought about it for a while, but didn't think of it. Regardless, given Fang Xiaoru's status, his words will definitely be very valuable in the future.
After all, he is a person praised by Lao Zhu as the "seed of scholars".
Listen, scholar seeds!
Just such a sentence puts all the scholars in the Ming Dynasty on par.
According to Han Du's estimation, the price of Fang Xiaoru's calligraphy and paintings should not be cheaper than that of the future Four Great Talents in Jiangnan. After all, the Four Great Talents were only famous, but Fang Xiaoru had an unparalleled status among scholars.
When Han Du looked at Fang Xiaoru, his eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, and he quickly pulled him up.
"Brother Han, what are you doing?" Fang Xiaoru asked in confusion.
What to do? **. No, I asked you to work. Don’t you want to thank me? If you don’t write me a hundred and eighty words now, we won’t be done.