"No," Qi Jing calmly interjected: "It's you who are cooperating with A Yue. I'm not good at dealing with people. I have these prescriptions in my hands. If A Yue hadn't discovered them and tried them again, they would have been successful long ago.
Waste of paper, so you are cooperating, and I will just run errands and help."
Madam Zhou secretly glared at Tang Shiyue, meaning, "You are all like this and you are pretending to be stupid with me!"
Tang Shiyue could only pretend not to understand and coughed.
Mrs. Zhou smiled heartily and said: "That means we are cooperating with you! Isn't that right, the boss?"
Fourth Uncle Tang didn't care. He thought about it and said, "That's it. If you make money, there are eight of you and two of us."
This split is very generous.
Tang Shiyue has a temperament that the more someone wants to scheme against her, the less she will give. The more generous others are, the less she will let others suffer. She smiled and said: "Fourth uncle is too generous, you might as well give me the winery for free!"
It doesn’t have to be like this.”
Fourth Uncle Tang said solemnly: "The recipe is precious. Our small wine shop is in trouble right now. With your recipe, we may be able to save it! It should be!"
Tang Shiyue smiled and said: "That doesn't have to be like this. What I want is to get rich together and everyone can live a good life."
The two exchanged a few words back and forth, and Qi Jing said directly: "Stop fighting, we are six and you are four, that's it!"
Hey! You are just a scapegoat. Don't act like the head of the family, okay? That's it!
Fourth Uncle Tang and Madam Zhou looked at each other and agreed gratefully.
Qi Jing immediately said: "I'm not familiar with the nearby villages. Fourth uncle, you can go find them for the orchards and the like. I have a few friends in the town. When the time comes, I can make more wine and sell it.
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Then everyone began to discuss how much money to pay and which fruit to use first... Finally, it was agreed that the family would pay twenty taels first, and then talk later.
What does it mean to be a son of a "family"? Tang Shiyue silently held his forehead. Qi Jing said again: "Fourth uncle, before this matter is completed, don't talk to others about it. I'm afraid it will damage A Yue's reputation."
"No," Tang Shiyue poked his shoulder unbearably: "Qi Xiaolang, we are not familiar with each other to begin with!"
"Well," he looked at her calmly and followed her: "We're not familiar with each other, we're just doing business together."
Tang Shiyue: "..."
Madam Zhou laughed twice: "Don't worry, we all know what's going on."
Several people talked so enthusiastically that no one paid attention. Someone hurried over, glanced at the mule cart, and recognized it. His expression suddenly darkened, he turned away, and hurriedly entered the gate of the sect school.
This is Tang Shijin, Dafang’s eldest son.
He thought his name was too vulgar, so after entering school, he asked his husband to change his name to Tang Shijin.
After taking a bath at the school during the Dragon Boat Festival, he naturally returned home. As soon as he entered the village, he felt an unusual atmosphere.
The villagers were always polite to the young man who was studying. Every time he went home, everyone he met would greet him enthusiastically and pretend to ask him how he was doing. Although he was impatient, he was always in a good mood.
He would also respond twice, but suddenly no one cared about him, and he immediately noticed it.
When he went home and asked, Tang Shijin almost lost his temper!
He didn't expect that they would actually do such a thing! And let people know about it! Thinking about the eyes of those people when they entered the village, he felt like his face was burning!
He didn't leave the house for two days in a row. He had been packing since last night and wanted to go back to the school early. However, he didn't expect that when he said he wanted to hand it over to Shu Xiu, Granny Sun hesitated for a long time and asked if he could postpone it for a few days! Or maybe save a few days!
He was in a bad mood all night, and in the morning Granny Sun only gave him two taels of silver! After paying for the repair and food expenses, there was nothing left! Even when he wanted to take a mule cart to the ancestral school, Granny Sun hesitated for a long time. He was traveling with someone, but after waiting all morning, no one wanted to take the mule cart, which made him late!
This kind of thing has never happened before. Mrs. Sun would never lose to anyone. Every time she gave Jiao Shuxiu money, she would secretly give him an extra two or three taels of silver, just because she was afraid that he would eat it alone in the town. What a loss. Therefore, he has always been the enviable and fawning presence of everyone in this small sect! Now, without the money... How can he have to eat regular meals with those mud-legged people! He can't afford to lose it This face!
Tang Shijin, full of anger, trotted into the dormitory.
The dormitories are all Datongbu rooms with four people per room. Because he bribed the steward, he lived in a Chaoyang room with only two people. At this time, his roommate had already gone to the lecture hall, and Tang Shijin hurriedly put down his luggage and took the Just as Shu was about to leave, he heard someone say: "Ah Rong!"
Tang Shijin stopped at his feet.
There were trees and vegetables planted in the courtyard in the middle of the dormitory, and it was surrounded by a fence. Through the fence, Tang Shijin could vaguely see two people standing in front of the dormitory diagonally opposite, Tang Shirong and Tang Junchen.
Tang Junchen was forcing the silk bag in his hand to Tang Shirong, and said at the same time: "This is Yue'er's heartfelt wish! I heard Yue'er said that Brother Qi gave her twenty taels of gratitude. At this moment, she You have plenty of money and good intentions, so just put it away and hand it over to Shu Xiu first, which is better than having to work hard all day copying books."
Tang Shirong was helpless and moved at the same time. He had no time to say anything at this moment, so he could only accept it first, went in, locked the silk bag in the cabinet, took the book and came out.
The two hurried to the lecture hall.
After the morning class, everyone came out of the lecture hall and prepared to go to the restaurant for dinner. As soon as they came out, they saw the steward standing at the door and said: "You haven't paid your dues for this month yet. Come to me after you have eaten." ." He said, and then gave Tang Shirong a hard look: "Especially you, we can't delay any longer! If you can't pay Shuxiu, don't study!"
Tang Shirong's face turned red and he bowed his head in response. However, Tang Shijin stepped forward and said with a friendly smile: "Manager Tang, I brought the money. I will give it to you after you have eaten!"
"Well," Manager Tang also smiled: "I'm looking for you too! You're a brat who's used to being loose-handed. If we don't get along soon, you won't know where you'll be!"
Tang Shijin smiled and said: "Don't make fun of me, I just like to make friends." He smiled and put his arm on his arm: "Manager Tang, since everyone knows that I am rich in the first few days, why don't I treat you first?" We’ll talk about it after we have a meal.” The two of them laughed and went away.
This ancestral school was funded by a member of the Tang family who had a small fortune. It was just a slightly larger private school. There were two gentlemen and one was the steward. All money and food expenditures had to go through the hands of the steward. A scholar is more like an employee employed by them.
The manager, who was about forty years old, was extremely snobbish. He was always kind to poor people like Tang Shirong who had no money to exploit, but for people like Tang Shijin who had a lot of money, he often invited him to eat a few meals and gave him some gifts. Things are different, but everything is easy to talk about.
As soon as Tang Shijin entered the dining hall, he ordered some meat dishes and made an appointment with some familiar classmates. They gathered around a table and ate, giggling and laughing, which made the place around them even more deserted.
Tang Shirong just lowered his head and ate the vegetables.
Tang Junchen glanced over there, and with such an all-round personality, he couldn't help but say: "Grandma Sun, your heart is so biased!"
He actually felt a little sorry for his classmate Tang Shirong.
After attending the school for so long, few people knew that he and Tang Shijin were brothers.
The school’s food expenses were three hundred renminbi a month, and the regular meal consisted of some vegetarian dishes. There was no oil or water, and you wouldn’t starve to death even if you didn’t eat enough. No one would cook a stir-fry every now and then, or bring some food from home. Only Tang Shirong never did this. Mrs. Sun won't give out a penny more if she is stuck, and Mr. Wang has never had such thoughts. At a young age, he had to copy books frequently to earn himself money for pens, inks, paper and inkstones. If he eats more, he doesn't even have to think about it. think.
Especially recently, Mr. Wang was kicked out by Mrs. Sun. He was copying books desperately, trying to save enough for this month's study.
But at such a young age, the bookstore was also able to keep prices down, and he still hadn't saved enough. Before the holiday, he asked the manager to postpone it for a few days, but he received a cold look. Fortunately, Tang Shiyue was able to make money, and he really supported him. Happy.
After a hurried meal, Tang Shirong called back and gave up the money.
There were four people in their dormitory, and they were all from poor families. They usually didn't lock the door, but the cabinet at the bedside was locked. But when Tang Shirong opened the door, he was stunned on the spot. His cabinet was wide open. The only two pieces of clothing were left outside.
Tang Shirong's face turned pale and he rushed forward. The silk bag hidden under his clothes was gone, and the approximately 900 copper coins he had saved by copying books were gone! (To be continued)