"Oh? You haven't found the right direction yet?" Feng Ziying snorted softly in her nose, "Brother Yun, the huge stalls in the East and West Prefectures, didn't they say they would give you side branches some business?"
Jia Yun smiled bitterly: "Uncle Feng, do you know how many people in the east and west mansions depend on the two mansions for their livelihood? Didn't I say it before? If a serious master doesn't have enough to eat, how can we, the outsiders, get their turn?"
"Then without this Rongning Second Mansion, you Jia family children will no longer be able to make a living?"
Feng Ziying asked back, with a hint of teasing in her tone, "In such a big capital, what kind of business can't make a living? I can't think of a few ways to do it. Who do I have to rely on?"
Feng Ziying's rhetorical question really made Jia Yun a little confused. After a while, Jia Yun clasped her fists and saluted and said: "Uncle Feng, please teach me." "I can't teach you, you have to walk the road yourself, so be it, Brother Yun,
You think about it by yourself first and see what way you can find. If you still don't have a clue after half a year, how about I come and show you the way?" Feng Ziying leaned on the pillow and said leisurely: "There are millions of people in Beijing.
People eat, drink, poop, sleep, have basic necessities, food, shelter, and transportation, but can’t they still find a living?”
"Uncle Feng, I thank you for your kindness in advance, but..." Jia Yun said hesitantly: "Can I ask, without being flattering, why does the uncle look down on me so much?"
"Well, you've been holding this question in your mind for a long time, right? Let's put it this way, there are not many people in Rong Ning's second house that I can like. You, Jia Yun, can barely count. I can't help others, and I'm too lazy.
Help, so if you are interested and you trust me, come and give it a try. If you are not interested, that's up to you."
Feng Ziying could only talk so much after a brief exchange of words. As for whether Jia Yun believed it or not, that was up to him.
There are too many people in this world who have no eyesight. There are not many Jia Yun who are more than one, and there are not many Jia Yun who are not enough.
After getting out of the car, Jia Yun looked at the carriage disappearing into the darkness with a complicated expression, but she had mixed feelings in her heart.
This person seemed to have a good impression of him, but he was not sure how he fell into the other party's eyes.
The other party must have some confidence if he dared to say this. As for what to do, Jia Yun had not thought about it, and did not know if the other party had already planned it.
But no matter what, they gave me a chance. I saw that Mr. Lian was always looking for ways to explore during the dinner, and he obviously had some agenda.
Jia Yun suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, "What do I have? I have nothing. As long as the other person is not a good person, why should I care?"
Thinking of this, Jia Yun suddenly felt that she felt much more relaxed and free.
*******
When I returned to Feng Mansion, I met Yun Shang who had been waiting in front of the door with a unswerving expression on her face.
Seeing Feng Ziying who was a little drunk, Yun Shang subconsciously wanted to find a scapegoat to vent her anger on. Ruixiang had already expected this and quickly said: "Sister Yun Shang, the young master was drinking in Rongguo Mansion, and it was Er Ye Lian who was the host.
, I couldn’t even step through the door, and it was already like this when the young master came out.”
After being blocked by Ruixiang, seeing Feng Ziying's hazy drunken eyes and swaying body, Yun Shang had long forgotten her previous displeasure: "Let the kitchen prepare water, the young master wants to take a bath..."
The aftertaste of Shaoxing rice wine is quite strong, and this is when it really kicks in.
On the road before, Feng Ziying had already realized that she might have underestimated the wines of this era. She had been confused by some misunderstandings. She felt that the wines of this era were not blended like her own time. She thought that these wines were more like
It is a mash water with a higher concentration, but it seems to be underestimated now.
I took a shower and went to bed feeling dizzy, fell asleep, and was not woken up by thirst until midnight.
When I heard the sound in the outer room, Yun Shang had already put on her clothes and came in. The moderately warm honey water was brought to her mouth. After one sip, an indescribable feeling of comfort suddenly filled the entire stomach and intestines.
At this time, Feng Ziying's mind became clearer and clearer, "What time is it?"
"It's almost nine o'clock." Yun Shang responded, and looked at Feng Ziying's face through the light: "Master, it's better to drink less during this social gathering. Last night you went to bed and your wife and concubine came. You were very unhappy.
Even for your own sake, you have to hold your breath."
Feng Ziying didn't have to think about it. She was afraid that when her mother and aunt came, they would not blame herself first, but blame Ruixiang and Yun Shang for not serving them well. Another round of scolding would inevitably follow.
If I just went to Jia's house for a banquet, would it be Ruixiang and Yun Shang's turn to interrupt?
But the master doesn't care so much. He only knows that if his son is so drunk now, he will definitely be angry and find someone to vent his anger on. You have to suffer the consequences, and you have to feel at ease.
"Is Ruixiang okay?" Feng Ziying held her forehead, Ruixiang was definitely not okay.
"My wife and concubine are both angry and want to drive Ruixiang to the stable." Yun Shang hesitated and muttered.
Seeing Yun Shang's expression, Feng Ziying shook her head and smiled bitterly. This is how it is in this big family. There is no reason to say, "It's okay. I will go to my wife's place to talk to her after I get up later."
Yun Shang's face showed an expression of joy, and then she became entangled: "Will the wife be unhappy? How about waiting for Ruixiang to stay in the stable for a few days, and waiting for the wife to calm down before the young master goes to intercede with the wife. If the young master
If you go to your concubine first and agree, maybe Ruixiang will suffer less in the stable."
Seeing Yunshang's cautious and conflicting appearance, Feng Ziying felt that she had underestimated the intimidating power of a matron in a family in this era.
When it comes to matters of the house, the master usually has no involvement, while the mistress almost controls the power of life and death.
Not to mention sending you to the stable as a kid, even if I find a reason to kill you, as long as you cover it up properly, it's still okay.
There are quite a few such things among big families in the capital. Of course, if you are given solid evidence by others, that's a different story.
His mother was careless and didn't care much about the daily affairs of the Feng Mansion. Most things were taken care of by her aunt, so Yun Shang asked her to go talk to her aunt first.
It would be much easier for my mother to deal with it if she talked things through with her aunt first.
Feng Ziying also found this kind of thing funny.
Ruixiang couldn't even enter the gate of Dongnuang Pavilion of Jia's Mansion, so he was guarding the car by the corner gate. When he was drinking, could he get his turn to interrupt?
But you have to suffer this grievance, and even Yun Shang has to look forward and backward and thinks that it is better to let Ruixiang stay in the stable for a few days and wait for his wife to calm down.
"Okay, I know how to do it." Feng Ziying was a little impatient, but after seeing Yun Shang's worried look, she thought about it for a moment and said, "You are afraid that if I go to find my wife, she will suspect that you are inside."
'tell tales'?"
One sentence spoke to Yun Shang's heart.
It doesn't matter if you feel a little wronged. If you offend your wife, you may not even be able to stay in this courtyard in the future. This is what Yun Shang is most worried about.
Looking at Yun Shang's delicate and delicate dimples, twisting the slender fingers of her hands together in front of her lower abdomen, and looking hesitant about speaking, Feng Ziying secretly sighed in her heart.
It's no wonder that the maids and boys in these high-end courtyards are all crazy, they were forced out.
Being repeatedly tossed by such unreasonable mistresses and young men in all kinds of intrigues, if you don't have a strong psychological quality and quick reaction ability, you will really be killed.
Yunshang's experience is probably summed up through countless losses and humiliations.
"I know how to do it, Yun Shang, don't worry. Just serve me well in the future. Your young master can take care of the rest."
Although I don't like to spend my mind on the dark things in such a mansion, after all, it involves my own relatives.
On one side is his mother and the aunt who raised him, and on the other side is his closest maid, the boy and the maid. Some things must be dealt with carefully, otherwise one of the parties will have to suffer if things go wrong.
It was already almost midnight when Feng Ziying got up. After washing and having breakfast under Yun Shang's service, Feng Ziying went straight to her mother's place.
Seeing Feng Ziying come in, Duan's face suddenly turned ugly again.
"Didn't I tell you Yun Shang? I told you to sleep more. You drank so much wine last night and you didn't take care of your body? What's the matter with Yun Shang that you don't listen to me anymore?"
Seeing that Yun Shang was the first target of her mother's dissatisfaction, Feng Ziying felt that it was really difficult to handle.
This person has a prejudice in his heart, and it is really not easy for you to change it. Fortunately, he is her only son, otherwise Yun Shang would have suffered the same.
