As soon as he heard that he was going to the home of a wealthy businessman, He Yuanxiao's legs started to shake: "Erya'er, I can't do it, I really can't do it. I'm just a hawker walking around the streets. I've never dealt with these noble people.
!Can’t you ask Mrs. Luo for help?”
"What are you worried about?" Tang Shijin said as he walked: "I'm not afraid of a little girl, so what are you, a grown man, afraid of? Who is born knowing everything and can't just learn it! You don't have to worry, just follow me.
No matter what happens, just stand up straight and leave the rest to me!"
He Yuanxiao: "..."
But my legs are weak! I can’t stand up straight!
Soon we arrived at Zheng Mansion.
The concierge was quite polite. Even though she was a child and her clothes were shabby, he didn't scold her. He just said, "What's the matter with you? Do you have a name card?"
Tang Shijin was even more determined.
The attitude of the servant also represents the attitude of the master to a large extent. This Zheng Qingyuan seems to be following the path of a polite and virtuous corporal.
Tang Shijin stepped forward directly and stuffed an ingot of broken silver into it: "My surname is Tang. I want to inform you that I have something to do with the Cheng family school and I want to talk to the master of your house."
The concierge couldn't help but be surprised that a little girl like her could be so smart and generous with her actions.
He looked at her again and said, "Okay. Then you wait."
He went in to report, and after a while, he invited her in, and He Yuanxiao followed anxiously.
In the flower hall, a young man stood up.
Zheng Qingyuan looks to be in his twenties, slender and wearing a brocade robe. He probably smiles a lot on weekdays. There are some smile lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, but his eyes are sharp and calm. He is obviously not a really good-tempered person.
He stood with his hands behind his back and did not step forward to greet her, nor did he sit down. This was a good attitude for a child.
Tang Shijin met his gaze, saluted neatly, and said, "Tang Er has met Boss Zheng."
He Yuanxiao held three boxes and followed him forward in a panic. His courtesy was messed up. Zheng Qingyuan's eyes passed over him. He Yuanxiao blushed, feeling that he had been embarrassed by Tang Shijin.
But Zheng Qingyuan didn't say anything. He just nodded and returned the gift perfunctorily: "Who are you?"
Tang Shijin Luoluo said generously: "I am a villager from a nearby village, my surname is Tang. Boss Zheng can just call me Xiao Tang. I take the liberty of disturbing you today because I want to ask Boss Zheng to see something."
She directly returned the hand, took the box from He Yuanxiao's hand, put it on the table, and then opened it one by one to show him.
The backpack is roughly in the style of later generations of backpacks. The base is thickened and the shoulder straps are also widened. There is a detachable rain-proof grease on the top handle. It is usually tied up. If it rains, it can be pulled down to cover the backpack. There is also a hand strap on the front.
There is a chest strap that can be tied, there is also an adjustable belt at the waist, and a bamboo cup is already placed in one of the side pockets.
Zheng Qingyuan did have some discernment. When he saw it, he was very interested. He took the hand and looked at it carefully and said, "Is this for scholars?"
"Exactly." Tang Shijin opened the lower two again for him to see: "This one is a little simpler, and the lower one is more refined and practical."
Zheng Qingyuan looked at it carefully and pondered for a long time: "Why did you ask me to look at this?"
Tang Shijin smiled slightly and bowed her hands to him: "Tang Auntie said nonsense. If there is anything inappropriate in what she said, please don't take offense to Boss Zheng."
He raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Tang Shijin said: "The local Cheng family school was founded by the ancestors of the Cheng family. It has been maintained by the Cheng family for decades. Although the Cheng family has declined, it still retains a clear name as a scholar, and the only successful
Qi's descendants are still teaching in the Cheng family school, so no matter what, he insists on guarding the word "Cheng family" and refuses to give in. This matter should not be forced, so that Mr. Zheng, you have contributed money and efforts, but all of them are for
Someone else made the wedding clothes."
Zheng Qingyuan raised his eyebrows as he heard this, but said nothing. He just lowered his head and drank tea slowly.
Tang Shijin continued: "Literati have always been the most difficult to please. They can't be far away or close. It's difficult for Boss Zheng to come to him. So, doesn't Tang's gift solve Boss Zheng's urgent need? As far as I know, the Zheng family is also in the business of the four treasures of the study.
Boss Zheng, why don’t you prepare a tube of ink sticks and leave them here?”
She picked up her schoolbag and pointed to the other side pocket, "Schoolbag Bamboo Cup, we only seek wealth, not fame, so this ready-made name belongs to the Zheng family. It looks inconspicuous, but it is something we use every day."
, compared with the elegance shown on the original display, doesn’t it seem to be completely sincere? Just to please the literati? "
Zheng Qingyuan frowned slightly, and after a while he said: "Not necessarily!"
After only saying two words, he said nothing more and only shook his head slightly.
This person is very cautious and will not say such things in front of strangers and not follow the truth.
Tang Shijin looked at his face and understood instantly: "Boss Zheng, with all due respect, what you did before was too direct and too utilitarian. To put it bluntly, you want to think of yourself as a benefactor when you are given food, so naturally you will
These literati are disgusted and ostracized, but these people do admit your affection and cannot deny it, so they can only secretly reprimand you for wearing this hat, so whatever you do is like copper stinking, that's right.
no?"
Zheng Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her intently for a while. Tang Shijin met his gaze without even changing his smile.
Then he lowered his eyes without saying a word.
Tang Shijin also curled his eyelashes slightly.
Because rumors could not be fully believed after all, she had thought that Zheng Qingyuan's actions might have been a result of hidden clumsiness, but judging from his performance, it was obviously not the case.
Her next words became smoother: "But Boss Zheng, how difficult is it to break this situation? I just said that what you did before was too direct, so these people picked up their bowls to eat and put them down... ahem...
…”
She deliberately pretended to make a faux pas, revealing a bit of contempt for the literati. The corners of Zheng Qingyuan's mouth curled up slightly, and his expression couldn't help but relax a little.
Then she continued: "In short, in the minds of these people right now, you are just a profit-minded businessman... so the first thing we have to do is to clear your name."
Zheng Qingyuan asked: "Whitewash?"
"Exactly."
"How to clear yourself?"
"There are many ways, for example..." Tang Shijin straightened his expression and said in a rough voice: "To be honest with you, Zheng once had a close friend who had known Zheng since he was a boy. Zheng was ignorant and incompetent since he was a child.
My friend is a quick reader, and he knows ten things after hearing something. When he was young and frivolous, he often told me that if one day he could win the title of Toad Palace..."
She gave a tearful smile, "I didn't expect that I died young before my ambition was achieved. Every time I think of Zheng, I feel heartbroken and think that I am just a businessman, full of copper odor, living in vain, and he
He was extremely talented, but he returned to the earth early..."
Zheng Qingyuan was surprised at first and opened his eyes wide. Then his eyes changed and he was obviously moved.
Tang Shijin didn't continue her performance. She turned around and said: "If the literati want to show their nobility, you should praise them; if they are too diligent, they will be looked down upon, so you should give them a reason. In short, do what they like and restrain yourself first."
Yang, the more I scold you, the more guilty I feel after knowing the 'truth'... Boss Zheng, tell me, am I right?"
There was silence in the room.
Zheng Qingyuan suddenly stood up and scolded with an eyebrow: "You kid is so clueless! I really respect scholars, how can I deceive them with such nonsense! Your words may not be too mean!"