"When did my father say that you are not suitable for becoming an official? Even if my father did, it was because you were incompetent. I knew that your job was a matter of luck. Although I didn't expect you to pass the test, you are good at it. Put some thought into it.”
Su Jinxun said patiently: "Mr. Tang is very pleased that you passed the exam, and I am extremely grateful to my father. He said that I have paid you back for supporting you in your studies."
"What does father care about her? She is a philistine! If her son fails to pass the exam, she will definitely make trouble when he comes back." Su Wenqing snorted coldly.
Then he said in a dissatisfied tone: "Father! You only gave me one thousand taels of silver this time when I returned to my hometown. If it weren't for the help from my friends, my son might not even be able to come back to the capital."
"One thousand taels of silver is not enough? Do you know how much money the government uses in a month? It's only seven or eight hundred taels at most. You just took your son back to your hometown for two months, how is it not enough? You asked others to give you money, you Are you ashamed or not?"
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and gave him a thousand taels, which made him feel distressed!
"Where is enough? I can't bring some local products and gifts to everyone when I go back to my hometown, and can't I use money to buy flowers along the way? When I arrived at the ancestral home, my second uncle cried with his son about poverty every day. The son thought that it was not easy for the clan, so he left five hundred Two pieces of silver."
As soon as Su Wenqing finished speaking, the old man couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Didn't I tell you not to meddle in the affairs of the clan? The clan has money, what do you do with it? You prodigal thing, how much money does the second brother earn from the clan every year? How can the clan not have money? "
"He has money but he cries that he is poor every day. My son is so annoyed by him, why don't he just give it to me? Now I only have a hundred cents left. Father, you have to pay me back!"
As Su Wenqing said that, he stretched out his hand towards the old man. He really wanted money, and he was very confident.
The corners of Su Huai's mouth twitched on the side, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw that his master was so angry that the fourth master almost went to heaven.
The fourth master is not stingy, but he is also accustomed to it.
"No money! From today on, you will stay at home to read books for your father and you are not allowed to go out!" The old man pointed at Su Wenqing and shouted.
"If you don't give it to me, I'll go find my mother and ask for it! You want to lock me up again? I don't accept it!"
Su Wenqing was so angry that she immediately jumped up from her armchair and walked out.
"You bastard, come back here!"
Seeing that Su Wenqing had long disappeared outside the swaying curtain, the old man was so angry that his chest ached.
"Su Huai! Find someone to carry him to Wenyang Pavilion. He will not be allowed to leave Wenyang Pavilion without my order!" the old man said angrily.
"I don't believe it. He is locked in his room every day and studying, and he can't do anything but try."
The old man knew that luck in the imperial examination only accounted for a small part, and he still had to rely on his own efforts and talent.
There is no doubt that this old son has a talent for reading. It was because of his concerns before, but now he has no control over this bastard.
Just like that, Su Wenqing, who had just returned to the capital, was imprisoned again before he could get together with his friends.
Su Yizhao was not surprised when he heard the news. The father must have quarreled with the old man again.
With Su Wenqing's temper, he was naturally unwilling to give in, and would only give up if he had to hold his neck and sing the opposite tune.
But what Su Yizhao didn't expect was that Su Wenqing was imprisoned and her good days came to an end.
Every day when she returned to the mansion after school, she had to be dragged to Wenyang Pavilion by Uncle Zhong to relieve Su Wenqing's boredom.
"Master! Today the seventh young master went to Wenyang Pavilion again!" Su Huai reported.
The old man was noncommittal, "Let him go! As long as Cheng Yuan doesn't leave Wenyang Pavilion, you don't have to worry about him."
He put down the official document in his hand, took the paper handed over by Su Huai, and read it carefully from top to bottom.
"Not bad! Xiaoqi is making rapid progress, and the policy question has been done well!"
The old man was very satisfied. Detaining the old son in Wenyang Pavilion was really beneficial without any harm.
...
Now that Su Yizhao has returned to the capital, the accounts of Honglin Bookshop will have to be settled.
"This is the profit of more than two months. Here is the account book. Please take a look at it, Master Su!" Shopkeeper Qin pointed to the banknotes and account books on the table and said with a smile on his face.
Su Yizhao picked up the account book and took a rough look at it. When she saw that her daily profits were not as good as before, and that she only made two taels of silver until yesterday, she sighed slightly.
I thought in my mind that it was time to end this business, as the profits from the little book were gradually decreasing.
She was a bit dissatisfied with this little profit. Even Su Yizhi and the others made a gross profit of twenty-eight taels when they set up a stall in the capital yesterday to sell stinky tofu.
This was still the first day. No one knew about stinky tofu and it was dark, so they didn’t dare to try it.
After the name spreads, there will definitely be more than this.
Su Yizhi asked Su Wenqing to follow him to the capital. In order to make a living by making stinky tofu, he insisted not to live in the mansion, but rented a small courtyard outside and asked the Su family to take care of him from time to time.
Su Yizhao understood that if he lived in the mansion, Su Yizhi's family would be members of the clan who would come to visit him to catch the autumn breeze, and it would be difficult to live under someone else's roof.
In addition, the government's rules are strict and travel is restricted, so Su Yizhi's mother cannot go out to set up a stall.
Writing a short story takes a lot of energy, but now that her energy is limited, she has no time to take care of this low-income business.
"These days, the little books are not as popular as before, but the profits are still good. It's just that Master Su has been out for a long time, and the little books have long been discontinued. The old books don't have such big profits, so they have to rely on new books.
"
Shopkeeper Qin glanced at the book bag Su Yizhao put aside and wondered if he had brought any books this time.
Although the novels written by other scholars are also very popular, Su Yizhao's novels have novel and exciting stories, and some of the illustrations are also very beautiful, so they are still the most popular.
Su Yizhao took a look at the final calculation of silver taels. The total was one thousand two hundred and thirty-four taels.
"The profit is still considerable!" Su Yizhao smiled, then closed the account book, picked up the banknotes and counted the silver.
Shopkeeper Qin looked at Su Yizhao's actions, but his heart suddenly felt and he had a bad premonition.
He handed over a half-worn purse and asked Su Yizhao to put all the banknotes and silver in it. Su Yizhao quickly thanked him.
"During your absence during this period, I collected a few more books on small figures from other scholars. As you know, those people come to my door to buy them. If I still can't get them out, they will go to other bookstores.
"
Seeing the troubled look on Shopkeeper Qin's face, Su Yizhao smiled.
"Of course I can understand this. This bookstore is open there, and it is normal to accept other people's miniature books."
Shopkeeper Qin carefully observed Su Yizhao's expression and saw that she was not displeased. The stone in his heart finally fell.
"Then did you bring it today? You did. I won't accept other scholars' books recently."
"It's better to accept it! I've been busy with my career recently, so I'm afraid I won't have the time or energy to write any more novels about villains."