How can we send Ye Qingqing to Mr. Zhao for a continuation after the family is separated?
Ye Hui said anxiously: "Second Master, do you believe what she says about a yellow-haired girl? Her thin arms and legs are so thin that she can't even lift a hoe. How can she make a bed on the bed? She lied to you!"
Ye Qingqing sneered, "I am a person from the Marquis House in Kyoto, but I don't know how, but my uncle's accountant in town can? What a joke, my uncle went to Kyoto to inquire about my reputation, Ye Qingqing, before he said this!"
Ye Hui felt excited and looked at Ye Shoude.
When people came from Kyoto to pick up Young Master Na Zhen, they asked about it. The people who came to pick him up said that Ye Chengyang had been naughty since he was a child and did not learn well. He spent all day fighting, fighting cocks, walking birds, gambling and visiting brothels. He was a complete prodigal.
Ye Qingqing is as stupid as a pig but has a good skin. He is a joke in Kyoto.
But now the real person is back...
A prodigal son wants to study?
Can jokes be made on the kang?
Ye Shoude and Ye Hui looked at each other, coughed, and Ye Shoude said to Ye Qingqing: "Girl Qing, after all, we are a family, why don't you hide it from us?"
Ye Qingqing smiled politely at him, "What am I hiding from you? Didn't my uncle tell you? This kang belongs to my uncle, and I have something else to discuss with the village chief."
Ye Shoude felt so choked up by these words that his heart ached.
Ye Hui couldn't help but look at what he had just said.
Now change his words... He can't open his mouth.
The village chief doesn't want to waste time, he wants to get on the kang! He wants to heat his butt!
"Okay, what can you pull out by pulling back and forth? If you really want to have a family relationship with this young girl, then be nice to her! Get out now. If you behave well in the future, this young girl can guard against you? Don't let me
Get angry."
The village chief gave an ultimatum with a cold face.
Ye Shoude still didn't dare to disobey the village chief in person. Although he was unwilling to do so, he could only turn around and go out.
"Dad!" Ye Hui couldn't bear to leave and shouted angrily.
Seeing that the old man left without looking back, Ye Hui turned around and was met with a cold look from the village chief. He did not dare to say anything more. He only regretted that he did not get on the kang to feel it, so he could only get angry at Mrs. Li, "Your butt is stuck to the kang?"
Come down!"
Mrs. Li was unwilling to climb down from the kang slowly like a snail.
When they were arguing just now, Ms. Li was thinking silently in her heart: Keep arguing, keep arguing, keep arguing...
The longer she pulls, the longer she can sit on the kang.
I never thought it would end so soon.
Mrs. Li got off the kang, and Mrs. Zhou had to leave.
After everyone had left, Ye Qingqing slammed the door shut, smiled and asked the village chief to take off his shoes and get on the kang.
"I have no hot water to entertain you. Please bear with me. Let's get down to business." Ye Qingqing sat down opposite the village chief.
The village chief glanced at Ye Chengyang with some confusion.
I thought it was Ye Chengyang who told him, but it turned out...
The village chief's eyes twitched,
Ye Chengyang climbed to the edge of the kang and fell asleep?
Following the village chief's gaze, Ye Qingqing also looked towards Ye Chengyang, and saw that her father was so sleepy that he was sweating. Ye Qingqing was unable to hold her forehead and tried to stop it, "My father and I worked on this kang yesterday, and we spent half the night.
I woke up early and thought about reading again, and I was very tired."
The village chief glanced at the book that Ye Chengyang was holding under his face, and thought to himself, why did he read the first page because he was so obsessed with reading?
But that's not the point.
After averting his gaze, the village chief asked Ye Qingqing, "Girl Qing, tell me the truth, is it really you who made this kang?"
Ye Qingqing nodded, "Yes, I just want to tell you, do you think this kang can be used to make money?"
"Earn money?" The village chief raised his eyebrows.
Ye Qingqing was very frank.
"You can see the situation in my family. My father vomited blood and his bones are not good. He will definitely not be able to work hard in the future. Besides, my father works hard and I want him to study."
The village chief glanced at Ye Chengyang, who was sleeping hard.
Didn't speak.
Ye Qingqing bit the bullet and continued.
"Studying requires money, but I don't have it. Grandma, uncle, and the others... you know, so I want to rely on the skills taught by Master Guanyin to make money for people.
But I am definitely not a girl by myself, and I will inevitably be bullied, so I want to ask the village chief, can you come with me? I don’t need you to work, but you can give me a name to embolden me, and we will make a profit of 50%.
point."
Ye Qingqing was generous enough to directly give half of his income to the village chief.
How could the village chief not understand what Ye Qingqing said.
Why do you want a name to embolden your courage? Ye Qingqing obviously wants to find someone to call the shots. To put it bluntly, this fire kang is so good, there must be many people who want to buy it, and he will not worry about making money. Ye Qingqing is afraid that Ye Shoude and his family will cause trouble.
However, Ye Qingqing wanted to make money by making a kang, which would be a shame to the head of Yuyu Village. This kang was a rare one.
The village chief smiled and said, "Fifty-five points doesn't count as bullying. In terms of seniority, if your father calls me Second Master, I can still bully you!"
There was a pause.
The village chief Mingren did not mince words and set out his own conditions.
"You are making a kang for the benefit of our village. I won't stop you. However, you can't do so much work alone. I have two conditions. First, the skill of making a kang cannot be passed on to people from other villages.
, Secondly, when you are on the Kang, take Dawu with you. You two will decide how to divide the profit. I will not participate."
Dawu, the eldest grandson of the village chief, is fourteen this year. He doesn't study well. He spends all day at home thinking about his whims. One day he wants to do business, tomorrow he wants to reserve land, and the day after tomorrow he wants to go hunting in the mountains. The village chief is giving him a headache.
Unfortunately, Dawu's parents died early, and the village chief took him as his lifeblood.
He is not motivated, and the village chief is worried that if he dies, the boy will ruin his life if he does not learn well.
If you can learn a serious craft, at least you won't starve to death in the future.
Ye Qingqing didn't know this Dawu, but the village chief said this, and she knew that this was a non-negotiable condition set by the village chief. She had no choice, so she simply agreed, "Yes! But you must have an idea when doing things together.
of......"
Ye Qingqing spread his words.
The village chief looked at Ye Qingqing with some surprise. The girl was only 14 or 15 years old this year, so she was very thoughtful.
Ye Shoude's family is afraid that they will lose a lot just for the small profit in front of them.
After thinking about it, the village chief smiled and said: "Let him listen to you. If he doesn't listen, you come to me to complain, is that possible?"
Ye Qingqing immediately said: "Thank you, village chief. It's settled then. When do you think I will go and make a bed for you? Or should I take Dawu to make a plate for someone else first, so that Dawu can get started, and then we will make the bed together."
Your home plate?"
Ye Qingqing promised Cheng Mo to go to his house to sit on the bed today, hiding his inner thoughts in what he said.
Sure enough, when the village chief heard this, he immediately said: "You can take Dawu with you, I'm not in a hurry here."
No matter how anxious I am, I still want to sit on the kang laid by my own grandson.
Ye Qingqing understood this idea accurately and agreed with a smile.
Originally, Ye Qingqing planned to let the village chief read Ye Chengyang's handwriting, but a plate of hot kang was thrown here. The village chief didn't care whether the handwriting was good or not, anyway, Ye Chengyang didn't need his money to study!
After walking out of the room, he went directly to Ye Shoude, "Chengyang vomited blood at a young age and his body bones are strained. He should study from now on."
When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she jumped up and down, "No!"