Chapter one hundred and sixty-ninth plaything lost
"What about the shops in the clan? There are a total of five shops in the clan, including cloth shops, teahouses, etc. These should have a lot of profit every year, right?"
Su Wenqing took a sip of tea, and seeing the old man's face ashen, he added: "Every year, there is a lot of profit from the income from the fields and the shop. But last year there was a disaster. Can't we make up for the shortfall in the whole year?"
The second old man yelled and stood up suddenly.
He sneered, "I think you came back this time to check the accounts, right? You can check the accounts at any time. I am a man who cleans himself up. I am not afraid of checking the accounts."
Su Wenqing also stood up and said, "Why does my nephew mean this? But you want to ask my nephew for money, and my nephew doesn't have any!"
He spread his hands innocently, "There is nothing I can do, my father didn't give me any other money before he came."
"The clan's shop has been unable to make ends meet since last year. It has been losing money every year, and it has to use the income from the clan's fields to make up for it. How much money do you think it will make?"
The second old man was so angry that his whole body was trembling. This nephew didn't give him any face.
He knew that his nephew was a bit arbitrary and never cared about what others thought, but he was still so angry that his eyesight went dark.
"What? Every shop is losing money?" Su Wenqing asked in surprise.
He pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't we just close the shop? If we rent it out, we still have money, and we don't have to pay for it. Isn't it better than opening a shop by ourselves?"
Su Yizhao suddenly felt that Su Wenqing's words made sense! Why should we continue to open at a loss? Weren't we stupid?
"I'll ask someone to bring the account books tomorrow. I'm old and no longer able to take care of the affairs of the clan. Please ask someone else to do it for you!"
As the second old man spoke, he flicked his sleeves, let his eldest grandson support him, and walked out of the hall.
Su Wenqing was dumbfounded, "This? That's not what my nephew meant. Why are you still angry? My nephew is also offering advice!"
"Oh! Second brother, why do you have to argue with him? He doesn't have the final say on what happens to the clan."
The third old man saw that his second brother had left the flower hall and shouted quickly.
"Tell me, why do you make your second uncle so angry? Go and apologize!"
The Fourth Old Master pulled Su Wenqing and asked him to catch up with the Second Old Master.
"Second uncle said that he is old and has no motivation to manage the general affairs of the clan. Fourth uncle, why don't you do it for me? Your body must be able to withstand the torture."
Su Wenqing grabbed the fourth old man's hand with his backhand and said eagerly.
The fourth old man's eyes suddenly widened and he was speechless for a moment.
Su Yizhao glanced at the fourth old man's expression. He was eager to try, but he was very confused. What did it mean? He was so excited?
"What the hell are you talking about? Go and apologize!" the third old man snorted coldly.
Su Wenqing was pulled away from the scene, leaving everyone looking at each other in shock.
Su Yichu confessed to everyone and left.
Su Yizhao couldn't stay any longer, so he planned to leave. However, when he turned around, he found that everyone had eaten again, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded.
Being enthusiastically pulled away by his companions at the same table, Su Yizhao could only take a few more bites, and agreed with everyone to go to Fangshi to play together tomorrow, and then left the flower hall.
The streets and markets in Beiyuan Prefecture are no less lively than those in the capital city.
Today, Su Yizhao came here with several clan brothers. He looked around and looked at the stalls around him, and he became somewhat interested.
"Xiao Qi! Come here quickly!" The little fat man waved to Su Yizhao, with an excited look on his face.
Su Yizhao was in the seventh position in the capital, but when she came to the old house, there were too many descendants in the family, so she was ranked seventeenth.
The little fat boy was thirteen years old in the clan, and was only three years older than Su Yizhao.
He walked quickly to the little fat man, and a little sweat appeared on his forehead.
It's almost midsummer, and the weather is hot. Even if someone holds an umbrella, it can't alleviate the heat much.
"Hurry up! This cricket is so strong." Su Yiwei, a little fat man, pointed at the small bamboo cage on the stall and asked happily.
Su Yizhao was not interested in Cricket, but it was not easy to displease him.
"Brother Thirteen knows how to play?"
"Isn't that right? I originally had a victorious general, but I lost to that big fool from the Liu family a while ago, and the victorious general was beaten to death by him. I haven't found a suitable one recently, so I think this one is good."
The little fat man said and asked the stall owner how much the crickets cost.
When the stall owner saw the clothes of these two people, he knew that they were young men from wealthy families, so he rolled his eyes and praised his crickets vigorously.
"Oh! Master, you are really discerning. I waited for several days to catch this cricket, and it didn't hurt at all. Listen to this, it screams so happily."
The little fat man is very impatient, how could he be so verbose?
"Quickly tell me how much money you have, don't talk nonsense!"
The stall owner pondered for a long time and said with a pained expression: "This cricket was originally sold for twenty-two taels, but the young master fell in love with me. So be it! You give me twenty-two taels."
As soon as he said this, the little fat man started making noises.
"You blind thing, do you know who I am? How dare you extort my money?"
Su Yizhao was a little surprised. This little fat guy was really talking a little arrogantly.
"Thirteen! What's wrong?" At this time, two teenagers who were shopping in the market came up together, and one of them asked with a frown.
"Brother Ninth! This man wants to extort my money!" Su Yiwei saw his brother coming and immediately complained.
"What's going on?" This time the person asking was another young man named Su Yizhong, who was the eleventh member of the clan.
The two of them glanced at Su Yizhao at the same time, with questioning eyes.
Su Yizhao was helpless. She glanced at the frightened stall owner and saw many people watching around her. She thought it was not good to be so high-profile. Don't let out words that would damage Su's reputation and say that they were bullying others.
"Brother Ninth, Brother Eleven, we are negotiating the price. It is common to ask for a high price and then sit back and pay back the money."
Su Yizhao said, turning to look at the stall owner, and said with a cold face: "What's the lowest price for your cricket? We also sincerely want to buy it, but don't bully us for not knowing the world just because we are children."
The stall owner also didn't expect that the little fat man would have so many helpers, "Then let's not talk about the nonsense and give you thirteen taels of silver! This young master will definitely be able to see whether my cricket is worth the price.
come out!"
"So expensive?"
Su Yiwei looked embarrassed. He had already spent this month's silver, and when he came out today, it was still the five taels of silver his mother had given him.
"Can it be cheaper?" Su Yizhao didn't understand the market price of crickets. It cost thirteen taels per tin, and he thought it was too expensive.
Unexpectedly, the stall owner put a rag on the cage and said, "This is the price, it can't get any cheaper."
Su Yizhao saw that the stall owner didn't want to sell, maybe because he was afraid of trouble.
"Thirteen, last time you begged your mother to give you money, didn't you buy one called Changsheng General? Why do you want to buy it again this time? Thirteen taels are too expensive. We scholars should put our career first and must not lose our ambition by playing with things!
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Su Yirong looked at his younger brother, who was a compatriot of the same mother, and felt a little resentful that iron could not turn into steel.