Chapter 17: Baiyun gathers together and talks about making money ()

Song Jinggong is a liar. He always thought he was the most powerful, and he didn't think about other things at all, nor did he know how to communicate more with his peers. He was self-confidence.

It was precisely because Zhang Xiaobao seized his mentality and kept cheating money. Every time he was a little bit, he even used the concierge.

After Song Jinggong returned in the morning, he became more and more angry. In order to avenge his revenge earlier, he hurried back that night with money. He met the same gatekeeper. With the experience of the morning, he handed over a piece of silver before he could speak.

It weighed about half a tael, which was nearly twice as much as Mr. Zheng gave it in the morning. The concierge really treated him with a smile. After taking the money, he ran in like flying. After a while, he turned around and came back with a helpless expression.

He said: "Young Master Song, the manager is checking the accounts. Maybe he can't meet the young master today. It's better to get up early tomorrow."

"Then is your wife here?" Song Jinggong spent half a tael of silver and felt distressed. It was so much money, so I gave it to the concierge.

Seeing that he could not speak to the manager at this time, he made a new request.

But when the doorman who was smiling just now heard this, his expression suddenly became gloomy and said coldly: "My wife doesn't have to worry about you, please come back."

Song Jinggong was stunned and suddenly thought that there were two children to feed him, and they must be babies at this moment. It was too rude to ask him like this. He looked embarrassed and dared not say more. He forced a smile and turned around and left.

After walking dozens of steps, I found myself going to the house I was staying at yesterday. When I thought of the food in that house, I changed direction and headed to the Wangjiazhuang. Unexpectedly, I found a family that looked pretty clean. I expressed my intention that they actually asked for ten cents of accommodation and the food cost was doubled.

Thinking that the food in this family would be better, I gritted my teeth and accepted it. After all, I came to Zhangjiazhuang to cheat and it was difficult to go to Gejiazhuang. Unexpectedly, when dinner was served, it turned out to be a plate of fried eggs with leeks, which was not as good as fried leeks with eggs. The best dish was that there were more eggs.

Lying on the bed where the board was almost empty, the thin layer of mattress was covered with thatch, which made it so uncomfortable. It would be fine, but there were mosquitoes flying around in the room.

When I went to bed last night, the family ordered a rope made of mugwort to repel mosquitoes. Today, there was nothing, and this room was even next to the yard behind.

From time to time, the broken half-broken window could be seen flapping in with the bright moonlight. Song Jinggong didn't even dare to take off his clothes. He covered his face with the blanket that had no idea what the smell was, and could not fall asleep at all.

The crickets chirped outside the window. It was a different feeling when I heard it in the past, but today it was even more interesting.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy. The vegetables and fruit trees planted in the yard kept sending the moisture to the house. Song Jinggong felt cold hands and feet, and tossing and turning his body into a ball could not solve the coldness.

"Brother-in-law, please open the door and discuss something."

Finally, Song Jinggong couldn't bear the torture, got up and went to a room next to him, gently pulled the door, and then spoke when he heard the question inside.

"What's the matter? I'm not sleeping so late?" The man who opened the door asked in his fifties, yawning and a little dissatisfied.

"Brother-in-law, my house is so cold. I wonder if there are any thin ones that have been borrowed to me to build?" Song Jinggong did not expect that a farmhousekeeper would dare to speak to him like this. He sighed sadly in his heart and discussed.

"Where are the beddings? I've put them away. I'll go to you in the middle of the night. I'll have to wait for a night. What did you think of earlier?" The father-in-law refused.

"Really not?"

"It's not that there is no new quilt. It's a conspicuous place for grandson to marry a wife. It costs a whole tael of silver to make it." The father-in-law sighed at the master's power, and even had a plan.

"I bought it, one tael of silver, I bought it." Song Jinggong's eyes were red. What was the one tael of silver? Could it be that it was satin?

"I have to work hard to get it." The father-in-law complained and did not move.

"Add another ten cents." Song Jinggong increased the price.

"Wait." The father-in-law snorted and closed the door, thinking that he had gone in to find the quilt.

After a full quarter of an hour, it was swaying out of it, stuffed a ball of things that were rolled together into Song Jinggong's arms, turned around and closed the door and bolted it.

Song Jinggong held the quilt and felt warmer. He returned to his house, opened the quilt and covered it with it, but still couldn't sleep, so he had to look around with the moonlight.

After looking at it, I saw the quilt. The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. I didn’t know if the moonlight was as white as this or the color of the quilt was problematic. I looked closely and carefully and made of thick silk. In this set, even if it was thirty cents, it was only 50 cents at the most expensive ones, and it cost one tael of silver.

It's okay, but looking at the dyed area, it's obviously washed away and turned white, this is also called a new quilt.

Song Jinggong was so angry that he thought about it and simply stopped sleeping. He stood up and walked to the window, pushed open the other window, and watched the night view under the quilt.

In this case, Song Jinggong spent a lot of money. After deducting the money given to Zhang Xiaobao, the total amount was ten taels of silver, including accommodation, food, drink and gifts. However, he only met Manager Zhang. The matter was said, and he only said that he wanted to do a profitable business together.

Manager Zhang said he could not make decisions and needed to report to his wife.

Who knew that after waiting for a few more days, if he hadn't spent so much money, he would have gone back long ago. Who was talking here? But after spending money, he was unwilling to accept it. Today, he finally decided to live in Gejiazhuang and not spend this in vain.

"Xiaobao, it's been twenty days since I'm here?" Wang Juan, who was sitting at one end of a seesaw under the shade of the tree, pressed Zhang Xiaobao hard and then asked.

Zhang Xiaobao moved his center of gravity backwards, lifted Wang Juan up, and replied, "No, it happened to be nineteen days. In another ten days, the chickens will come out. The earthworms have not grown up yet, so they are placed in the toilet of the village house. Oh, called the cottage. If you eat maggots, it doesn't matter. You are afraid of falling into the cesspool and drowning, so you need to feed some food."

"Where is the sauce, it's almost done?"

"It's early, it will take about twenty days." Zhang Xiaobao estimated the day Erniu said.

"Are you sure anyone can buy it? It's just a little spicy, with meat inside." Wang Juan also tried hard to get back, then lifted Zhang Xiaobao, and used this to practice the strength of his legs and waist, and exercised while playing.

"It's absolutely fine. When the sauce comes out, I will send it to those restaurants, inns and small shops with the method of making dishes with sauce. They sell well and have to buy sauce and take a break. It's been an hour since their legs are worn out.

I asked Xiaohong to go to the kitchen and asked them to make some kelp bone soup. Didn’t I buy kelp two days ago? Is it okay to supplement my nutrition, just drink milk."

Zhang Xiaobao came down from the seesaw and walked to a place with sunshine outside to bask in the sun.

Wang Juan also came over. Xiaohong hurried to the kitchen and ordered people to make things. He rushed back and took out a small piece of cake, placed it in the center of the courtyard, held an umbrella, and hid in the shade. While watching the two little ancestors, he thought about his own thoughts.

Usually she has some free time and can make clothes, make them for herself, and make them for Xiaoqi. This time she said she didn't dare to do anything, and people saw her taking needles and threads when she saw her child, so no one could help her.

"Xiaobao, don't always lie down and see how much money we have." Wang Juan asked, turning over and pressing her chin against the collapse.

"There is not much money, and I have accumulated some things. Just wait and wait for the autumn harvest."

"What are you going to do in autumn harvest? I always feel that you are not at ease." Wang Juan didn't know what Zhang Xiaobao was thinking at this time.

"How to say, you can say that you don't have a good intention, and you can do things well. It depends on which angle you understand it."

"For example?" Wang Juan guided.

"For example, is it good or bad for traders to make money? If you want to make a profit, you can only buy low and sell high." Zhang Xiaobao said thinking.

Wang Juan, who was lying there, heard this, sat up suddenly, stared at Zhang Xiaobao and said, "You want to buy food? Do you want to stock up on food?"

"Don't be stupid. How much money can I have? I still hoard it. I want to buy grain locally. Today, the harvest is good, and the grain is cheap. I will be shipped elsewhere next year and make a lot of money." Zhang Xiaobao finally said his purpose.

“Where?”

"You can't tell it first. Tell it to anyone, and the secret is no longer a secret." Zhang Xiaobao refused again.

"I won't ask anymore. Think about that liar Song, how will he cheat."

"I'm not a god, nor a monster. Let me wait. Let Manager Zhang contact you tomorrow and the soldiers will come to stop him."

The next day, Song Jinggong came to the yard again. It was already a habit to come once a day. He originally thought that there would be no gains today, but the doorman took the money he gave to inform him, and Manager Zhang actually greeted him in person.

"Haha, Mr. Song has been here for a long time, have you been waiting? Come with me quickly." Manager Zhang enthusiastically led Song Jinggong into the living room, which made Song Jinggong a little uncomfortable.

When the two of them sat down, the servant brought the cooked tea and drank a few drinks. Manager Zhang said, "Young Master Song has been here for many days, so there must be something important? Today, the wife goes out to do business and takes several days to return. All the things in the village will be left to Zhang. Mr. Song says if he has something to do."

When Song Jinggong heard Manager Zhang’s words, he felt a stir in his heart and asked tentatively: “Can you also make the decision on money?”

"Of course, my family has been in charge of the Zhang family for generations, and it is absolutely impossible to manage the money." Manager Zhang replied proudly.

"Oh, in this case, Manager Zhang is very respectful in this Zhang family village. Congratulations Manager Zhang," Song Jinggong said flatteringly.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Mr. Song should tell me what to do." Manager Zhang's eyes narrowed, and it seemed that he was comfortable being praised.

"Okay, Mr. Song said, "I have a shop in Sanshui County that specializes in antique calligraphy and painting." Song Jinggong said softly.

"Oh? But let me buy some calligraphy and paintings?" Manager Zhang asked.

"No, it's just another important matter to discuss and make money." Song Jinggong finally said what he thought was tempting.
Chapter completed!