Yong'an didn't take it seriously and curled his lips towards Hua Xiaogu: "I have been living for many years. I have never read a book or learned calligraphy. I don't understand these twists and turns."
Hua Xiaogu saw a hint of disappointment in Yong'an's eyes, and simply crooked him with his elbow: "If we make the distiller's yeast, we will sell it, and then buy a three-character classic and hundreds of surnames, and I will teach you how to write.
OK?"
Yong'an hesitated: "Are you literate? Since you are literate, why should you buy books? Those things are so expensive... Just draw a tree branch on the ground and teach it to me. That's it."
Hua Xiaogu smiled awkwardly. She did know the characters, but all she knew were simplified characters...
"I... I was the one who taught me two words when my father was still alive. If I didn't read books over the years, I would have forgotten them all. Buy two books and we can learn the words together.
"
Only then did Yongan laugh: "The wine koji hasn't been sold yet, so you're just thinking about spending money..."
Before Yongan could finish speaking, Hua Xiaogu saw the crowd around him moving out of the way, and a sedan slowly walked towards the front of the Confucius Temple.
Hua Xiaogu's heart skipped a beat, and then she quickly pulled Yong'an: "The Fu family's sedan chair is coming, hurry up!"
Yong'an turned his head to look, then immediately jumped up, picked up the incense in Hua Xiaogu's arms, said "I'm going", and squeezed to the side of the sedan.
In Xiaoyun Town, although the Fu family has offended the Tian family, the family fortune is still there after all.
In addition, the Tian family's house has been empty all year round, and the owner of the house is absent and there is no management. However, the Fu family has a deep foundation.
Therefore, no one dares to approach the Fu family's sedan in Xiaoyun Town.
Yong'an tugged at his maroon clothes, turned around and looked at the various shades of green all around him. After making up his mind, he held the incense and walked calmly near the sedan.
Sitting in the sedan chair was none other than a relative of the Fu family named Fu Cheng.
Fu Cheng, in fact, is no less clever than Fu, another relative of the Fu family.
He believed in fate very much. When he came to the Fu family, he strictly followed the fate calculated in his hometown and got to where he is now step by step.
However, the current competitor named Fu Gong is really too powerful.
Fu Gong is younger than him, knows wine better than him, and can do business.
Although he, Fu Cheng, knew a little bit about business, in his hometown, he just set up a small rouge jewelry stall at the temple fair. He relied on his sweet words and coaxing skills to persuade young girls and young wives to come and buy some silk flower fragrance powder.
When it comes to making wine koji, he doesn't know a thing about it, let alone taking over such a big business as the Fu family in the future.
However, those who were better than him were sent back to their hometown. Fu Cheng was trembling with fear and began to believe in Zhouyi numerology more and more.
Yesterday he met an old immortal. The old immortal was blind, but he told him his identity and even the rules of conduct that the fortune teller had given him in one breath.
This forced him to believe what the old god said.
Fu Cheng opened the curtains and asked the servant next to him what time it was.
It was noon. Fu Cheng took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to push open the sedan door, and stepped out with his left foot first.
I don't know why today, but there are so many people in the Confucius Temple. Fu Cheng glanced at it casually, and then fell on a small man casually.
Before Fu Cheng could react, his eyes had settled, but the little man happened to turn his head and glance at him.
Fu Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he thought, yes, this is it.
Somehow, the first glance he cast was met with a response.
