When he heard that Jia Lian was going straight to Yuquan Mountain, Xing'er grinned:
"Second Master, are you going to walk there? It's thirty or forty miles away. Every time you go back and forth, your shoes are worn out."
Seeing Jia Lian frown, Xing'er immediately smiled and said:
“It’s not difficult to go.
Please wait for me in the teahouse in front. I will go back to the house and fetch two horses. I also want to accompany you to the outskirts of Beijing for horse racing.
The last time I raced with me, I was able to jump two ditches in one go. It was like the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong."
This time it was Jia Lian's turn to grin.
Horse racing?
Horse racing?
Jumping two ditches?
I've never even ridden a dog, so I'm jumping into a big ditch on a big horse, am I looking for death?
In my previous life, I was a laborer, and I even knew that I had to wear a helmet when riding an electric bicycle. Now I have become the future head of the Rongguo Mansion, and I have not yet enjoyed the boundless wealth. What an injustice it is for me to die.
Jia Lian pinched the back of Xing'er's neck:
"In a peaceful and prosperous age, what kind of Zhao Zilong should I be, your second master?
You don’t have to go to the trouble of going back home. You can just hire a fast carriage on the street.
I want one that you can lie down in the carriage."
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Lying on the carriage with his legs crossed, Jia Lian asked someone to leave the felt curtain open. He wanted to see the difference between this Beijing that was not Beijing and the Beijing in his memory.
Until he left the city, Jia Lian felt that this place was quite similar to the Hengdian Film and Television City that he had visited in his previous life, but the supporting facilities were far different.
Especially the roads are not stone pavements like those in film and television cities at all, but dirt pavements. Typically, it is full of dirt on sunny days and full of mud on rainy days.
But once you leave the city, that is, outside the Second Ring Road in Beijing in Jia Lian's memory, it has nothing to do with the Beijing in Jia Lian's memory.
Outside the high gray city wall, there is a vast stretch of farmland. A few miles further along the road, the farmland and vegetable fields are gone, leaving only sparsely populated wilderness.
Jia Lian sighed deeply:
This location shouldn't have reached the Third Ring Road yet, right? Oh, it should be in Haidian District. The price of a second-hand house is more than 100,000 RMB per square meter.
If I had such a piece of land in my previous life and had all the houses built on it, I would be as rich as a country. Humph, at that time, if Wang Bangsuan wanted to carry my shoes, he would have to compete with our shoehorn for the position. p>
The wooden wheel cart was actually very bumpy, but Jia Lian still fell asleep and had a very unreliable dream.
Jia Lian was awakened by a loud noise.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the car had stopped at a yard by the river, and the handlebar was saying to Xing'er:
"Didn't you say that I want to find Fu Shui to cook the pot? That's it."
Xing'er is still competing:
"I don't know how to read, but I also know that 'Fu Shui Shao Guo' has four characters, so it must be wrong if there are six characters on it. If you want to ask, they are fighting, and I won't get into trouble."
Jia Lian looked towards the entrance of the courtyard, and there was indeed an unpainted wooden plaque hanging on it, which read "Qu Ji Fu Shui Shao Guo".
The entrance of the courtyard was surrounded by two groups of people, shouting and shouting.
One of the square-faced men shouted loudly:
"Stop talking nonsense! Our shopkeeper is willing to buy your hot pot because he is doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. Don't be shameless!"
Another thin man also waved a bamboo stick in his hand and shouted at an old man with a pockmarked face:
"I'm telling you Qu Siping, you owe me money, so you can't default on it. This is written clearly in black and white on paper. If it makes a fuss in the yamen, you will be left with nothing to eat!"
The pockmarked old man begged with a grimace:
"Boss Su, please give me a few more days of grace. I have asked someone to sell all the remaining land in my hometown. I may not be able to repay you with the money in a few days."
The big man with a square face hesitated a little, but the thin man raised the bamboo stick in his hand, slapped it hard on the door frame, and sneered:
"Are you lying? Do you think I didn't ask anyone to go to your hometown to ask? You only have three and a half acres of land left, and it's all on the hillside. How many taels of silver can you sell it for?
Let me tell you Qu Siping, I know that you are losing money year after year. But because of our many years of friendship, your wife and daughter are all sick, so I still lent it to you.
Now let alone the interest, you should return the principal to me anyway, otherwise you are not a human being!"
Qu Siping bowed repeatedly:
"Boss Su, when I borrowed the money, you also saw that a new batch of wine was coming out of my cooking pot. As long as the account is returned, the principal and interest can be repaid.
Who would have thought that the price of Nanjiu would drop this year, and the amount of wine transported by water transportation would increase. I couldn't sell hundreds of jars of shochu for a while, which delayed Boss Su's account.
Please give me a few more days, and I will lower the price of wine here. Isn’t it better to pay back the money first than to lose it?"
"Hey, Old Man Qu, I'm a kind-hearted person, so I advise you not to mess around.
No one wants the soju you make, let alone the price reduction, even if it is discounted by 60%, no one will want it."
This time, the square-faced man took action, attacking from both sides.
"Hurry up and sell your broken pot to our shopkeeper Xiang.
Our "Tianxing Shaoguo" is the largest in the area for dozens of miles. It is easy to buy land and build a Shaoguo.
If it weren't for the fact that your cooking pot occupies a prime position, and your cooking pot can only make soju, a money-losing product that no one wants, who would buy it? Just a few of your shabby houses, after we bought them, we still
I have to find someone to dismantle it all, and it will cost a lot of money."
When Boss Su heard this, he immediately took advantage of the situation and said:
"No! Old man Qu, stop pushing and pushing. I have to get the money today.
You hurry up and sell the pot, I'll be here waiting to get the money!"
Qu Siping crossed his hands and turned around anxiously:
"This...this...this can't be sold.
My father worked hard for thirty years before he saved enough money to open this hotpot.
I have been making wine in this pot all my life, and I know nothing except making wine.
Due to loss of money in the past two years, I sold all the land I purchased in my hometown just to keep this Shaoguo.
I...I have already gambled all my money.
Boss Xiang only gave me thirty-five taels of silver, but he had to buy away the hard work of two generations of my family.
After paying off the debt, the remaining few taels of silver are not even enough for me to pay for the trip back to my hometown. My wife and daughter are all sick at home. This... this is going to kill people."
After speaking, he swayed and leaned against the wall, beating his chest with his fists, shaking his head and crying.
Jia Lian was originally watching the excitement, but when he saw that they were pushing too hard, he already had a plan in mind.
He jumped out of the car, straightened his clothes, coughed, and said loudly:
"Who's making the noise here?"
Everyone looked back and saw a young man in rich clothes. He was less than twenty years old, but he was full of nobility and looked down on everyone. Unconsciously, they dispersed to both sides to make way for Jia Lian.
Come.
Xing'er usually laughs and laughs, but he has also seen the world. He hurriedly followed and said loudly:
"This is Mr. Lian of Rongguo Mansion. Who is in charge? Come and talk."
The pock-marked old man was so sad that he was still at a loss what to do.
The square-faced man and the skinny man glanced at each other, murmured a few words, and stepped forward to salute together.
The skinny guy apologizes and flatters:
"Second Master Lian, good luck and everything goes as you wish. Why are you here, since you are such a noble person?"
Jia Lian had just understood and was too lazy to talk to them:
"How much money does Mr. Qu owe you? Tell Xing'er how much money you have and you will come to Jia's house to collect it in three days."
A big man with a square face and one finger:
"Go back and tell that Mr. Xiang of yours that I am the major shareholder of Fushui Winery now.
Tell him to make plans early. Sooner or later, all the wineries in the Yuquan Mountain area will be named Jia."