Song Wende was a man who was stupid at reading. He described himself as elegant and noble, full of arrogance, and looked down on people who were full of copper odor. This was why he didn't like Xiaoyun's family.
Because what Xiao Yun does all day long is firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, he looks like a common man at first glance.
He was a little unhappy that two women, Song Qinghuan and Zhang Yunwei, were working together to run two shops. Not to mention the indecent appearance of the two women in public. Besides, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up if his literary friends knew about it.
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Song Wende felt that the Song family could support Song Qinghuan, so there was no need for her to make a living, even if it was his own dowry, he would not like it.
Because of this matter, he also gave Song Qinghuan a few looks.
It's a pity that Song Qinghuan was thick-skinned and didn't take it seriously. He kept doing whatever he was supposed to do every day. He couldn't stand it, but he still didn't agree with it in his heart.
Song Qinghuan didn't know Song Wende's little idea, so he still smiled cheekily and said, "Dad also knows that I want to run a teahouse, specifically for the wealthy families in Kyoto to hold cocktail parties, poetry gatherings, literary gatherings, etc."
"If my father's handwriting is hung in the shop, there will be some literati and poets who will comment on it. My daughter thinks that my father's handwriting is comparable to those of the ancients, so she begged you to come here."
"Dad, just write one."
Song Qinghuan put on a big hat for Song Wende and said it very lightly.
But Song Wende still said: "Don't write."
Whether the handwriting is good or not is another matter, but he still thinks that making a living is like doing business, which is just like family status.
Song Qinghuan couldn't do anything to him, so he stabbed: "Dad, aren't you cowardly? Your daughter is so resolute when she says that you want to be judged by literati and poets. Is it because she is afraid that others will say that your words are embarrassing?"
"Nonsense." Song Wende puffed his beard and glared: "Your father and I are the best handwriting people in front of a group of friends."
"I don't think so, but I don't even dare to write a plaque because I'm afraid of being embarrassed." Song Qinghuan snorted softly. This method of stimulating generals made him very proficient.
Song Wende was filled with anger. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and said, "Who said you don't dare to write? It's just a few plaques that your father can write."
After saying that, he sent the maid into the room, took away the breakfast, and directly placed the four treasures of the study.
Song Qinghuan smiled successfully, rolled up her sleeves and polished the ink for him herself.
Song Wende picked from the pen holder for a long time, then took out a pen, carefully dipped it in ink, and asked: "Tell me, what to write."
Before Song Qinghuan could speak, and because he thought her ink was not good enough, he pushed the person away and rolled up his sleeves to come in person.
Seeing the success, Song Qing smiled happily and stood at the side obediently: "My daughter is not as good at reading as her father. Let me think about it and think about what the two shops should be called."
Song Wende originally opened his mouth to refuse, but considering that he wrote the calligraphy, if he didn't get the name well, it would be a waste of his good calligraphy.
Then I simply polished my ink and thought deeply.
Not long after, he picked up his pen and wrote down in one breath:
Yipinju
Dianzhuangge
Song Qinghuan had been thinking hard about the matter for a month, but Song Wende solved it in less than a stick of incense.
Looking at these six characters, Song Qinghuan felt for the first time that reading more was really a good thing.
Song Wende put away his pen, dried the two pairs of characters and put them aside, then picked up his pen again to write the couplets.
He said in his mouth: "My father didn't want to ruin this plaque, so I gave you the right gift."
Song Qinghuan nodded repeatedly and said with a dog-legged smile: "Dad is a sharp-tongued man with a sharp mouth and a soft heart. Dad is the best..."
After a meal of ecstasy soup, not only the plaques for the two shops were created, but also the couplets. Song Wende was also coaxed to write a set of small plaques and couplets for the interior of Yipinju.
After getting these treasures, Song Qing was so happy that he said to Song Wende: "Dad, when I earn my first pot of gold, I will buy you a very beautiful inkstone right away."
Song Wende didn't wake up until she left. He had been deceived by Song Qinghuan and snorted: "You little bastard."
At that time, Song Qinghuan had already taken these treasures and asked people to go down and have them engraved with plaques.
After doing this, it was getting late, and after lunch, Song Dashan, who was guarding the dianzhuang Pavilion, came back.
"Master Niu did come today. He took a look at the spices in the storehouse, pointed out how many of them he bought, and sent someone to pick up his wife and daughter. The family of three has been messing around in the house until now.
come out."
Things like rouge and gouache can never be completed overnight. The processes involved are tedious and complicated, and even if you can say it, you may not be able to do it.
Niu Shun took his wife and daughter over, fearing that if he asked them to help and didn't want others to see his secret recipe, he would lose his rice bowl.
Song Qinghuan was not surprised by this kind of behavior, so he said nothing more and said: "Let him go, whatever he wants will be provided for him. If he does it well, he is called a master. If he doesn't do it well, he will be called a master."
, even bullshit doesn’t count."
Song Dashan repeatedly said yes, and then said: "The little boy that girl saved yesterday was seriously injured. He woke up for half an hour today and drank medicine before falling asleep again."
If he didn't say it, Song Qinghuan wouldn't even remember such a famous person.
Immediately he asked, "Have you ever asked him where he is from, what his name is, and whether he has any family members?"
Song Dashan said: "I asked, but he didn't say anything."
The boy didn't look very old. He was thin and small. He looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was pretty and delicate, but he was not easy to get along with. He was silent all day long.
, he doesn't like to talk to anyone who talks to him.
Song Qinghuan had never seen this person before and didn't care much about him. When asked, he simply said: "Let's raise him first."
Even if it's good for yourself.
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Niu Shun and his family came to the dianzhuang pavilion to start work, and within two days they had to bargain with Song Qinghuan again.
According to what he means, Yuan and Yanzhi can't work in vain, and they still have to calculate their wages.
But this time Song Qinghuan didn't go as he wished.
Niu Shun is indeed unreliable. He is a drunkard who loves to drink. He is always drunk no matter day or night. It is precisely because of drinking that he made a mistake, causing the original owner's goods to have problems and losing money.
It also damages credibility.
This made the original owner so angry that he kicked him out.
These things are not secrets in the first place, and they will all become clear once you inquire about them.
Song Qinghuan had to make even more preparations. When he saw that he was pushing the envelope, he said bluntly: "Dianzhuang Pavilion has a lot of assistants. Whether you want to do hard work or do fine work, we can dispatch them at will."
"And when I invite the master to work, I invite only the master, not his family. Although I am easy to talk to, I am not a fool. If Master Niu feels that this place is not suitable, then I can't force him to stay."
Niu Shun originally wanted to use his skills to take advantage of Qiao and threaten him, but before he came up with his idea, Song Qinghuan blocked him.
Not everyone can afford a salary of 20 taels a month. When Niu Shun's former employer hired him, he was still paying 70 to 80 taels a month, which was extremely painful.
Because of the twenty taels of silver, Niu Shun was immediately discouraged.
Yuan and Yanzhi still helped out at the makeup pavilion, but because they were not paid, Niu Shun had a bad temper towards the mother and daughter, and would beat and scold them at every turn.
