"The red envelope you gave them was a letter of appointment?" Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Li Jingdong looked at Zhenniang and asked.

"Hmm." Zhenniang nodded.

"You're kind." Li Jingdong said.

"It's not kind, it's just a line of life, Master Ma has worked in the ink workshop for fifteen years, and Master Jiang has also worked for eleven years, and there is hard work without merit, what I do on the table like this really makes their faces a little unsightly, but if I don't do this, we will be too passive, so we have to be like this." Zhen Niang said.

"That's right, you've learned all of your seventh grandmother's hand." Li Jingdong shook his head. Then he turned his face and asked Zhen Niang: "Okay, let's not talk about this, you tell me now, what are you going to do with Tian Jiazheng's batch of pine wood?" Li Jingdong sat in a wheelchair and asked, this is what Mofang is urgently facing at present.

"This can only be given to him." Zhenniang said at Li Jingdong.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the crutches in Li Jingdong's hand slammed into her legs: "No." ”

Zhen Niang bared her teeth in pain, almost jumped to her feet, a little annoyed, how could Uncle Jingdong beat people casually: "Uncle Jingdong, I know that you don't want this batch of pine wood to be expropriated because of Uncle Jiu, but now that the Tian family is in charge of the right to pay tribute, there is no way." You can't really let the Ink Affairs Bureau close the door, then it will really be the way of the Tian family.

Zhen Niang said, turned around and continued: "Besides, the Tian family has to exchange the equivalent for this batch of pine timber." ”

While talking, Zhenniang was still rubbing her feet, and Uncle Jingdong was not light.

How did she know? Her grandfather ran to Li Jingdong's house before and gave Li Jingdong a few crutches, and Li Jingdong was retaliating at this time. Chi Guoguo's revenge.

Of course, Li Jingdong's hands are still lighter than Li Lao's shopkeeper.

"Do you think I'm really just for your ninth uncle? I've been working in Inkshop for decades. Can't you grasp this weight? Do you know what period it is? Pine plague period! A large area of pine necrosis, now in Huizhou centennial pine is hard to find, and the Li family's top Xuanyu pine smoke, this ink bituminous coal material is a hundred years of pine, now the pine smoke of this ink is gone, and the inventory of this ink is about to bottom out. Once this kind of ink is out of stock, the Li family will have to withdraw from this market, and the Li family's oil smoke and ink are not as good as the Cheng family, so this will happen. The Li family can only compete with others in the low-end market, but how can other small workshops come at a low cost, can the Li family do this? Is the Li family's reputation for hundreds of years gone? ”

Li Jingdong asked one after another, although the expression on his face was still very indifferent, but his eyes were full of pain.

"Uncle Jingdong......" Zhen Niang was about to explain. Li Jingdong raised his hand again and said, "Exchange? What does the Tian family exchange, no amount of money can be exchanged for a time, you let the Tian family exchange the right to cut down the pine field, don't say that this is whimsical. The Tian family agreed, and I am sure that the Tian family will have all the finished pines cut down before this before handing over the pine field to you. Ten years of cutting generational rights? Have you ever calculated how long it takes for a pine to grow? What else can you cut by then? ”

Li Jingdong said after a long pause, and finally said the words that he had been holding in his stomach these days.

"How whimsical, if it is usually impossible. But now is the period of pine plague, and the Tian family may not be unwilling. And even if the Tian family cut down the finished pine before, Uncle Jingdong. Although Zhenniang wants the right to cut down the pine field, what Zhenniang wants is not a tree, but oil, pine resin oil, pine resin oil buried in the ground. ”

As she spoke, Zhen Niang said what she told her grandfather that day.

After listening to Zhen Niang's words, Li Jingdong's eyes sharpened, and he looked straight at Zhen Niang, Zhen Niang did not avoid it, but looked at each other with a very sure expression.

"Get me a car, I'm going to go out of town." Li Jingdong said to the guy on the side. Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and if you don't see the real thing, Li Jingdong will not rest assured.

Zhen Niang didn't say a word, and went out of the city together.

After a while, a few people arrived at Li Zhuang, a few people did not go to the sixth grandfather's house, but went straight to the pine field, and did not call outsiders, and Zhen Niang dug it directly, and the pine resin oil was dug under the old stump.

Although Li Jingdong is a full-time carver, he is from an ink-making background, and he has also studied bituminous coal.

He was sure that the smoke from the pine oil was definitely higher than the pine wood itself.

"Good...... Okay......" Li Jingdong said a few words with an excited face.

"Uncle Jingdong, if you can get the right to cut down the Luojia pine field for ten years, do you think about how much such pine oil there is in those fields?" Zhenniang asked with a smile.

Li Jingdong nodded and sighed: "Yes, as long as you get the right to cut down Luojia Songchang for ten years, in the past few years, the Li family will not be short of pine bituminous coal, and it is all top-notch." ”

"Then tomorrow the Tian family will come to talk about this, and Uncle Jingdong will come forward and force the Tian family?" Zhen Niang said. In this kind of external aspect, it is better for Uncle Jing Dong to come forward.

At this point, Li Jingdong took the lead and nodded.

Then the uncle and nephew looked at each other and smiled.

Li Jingdong said again: "Zhenniang is good, speaking of Jingfu, nothing can compare to me, but he gave birth to a good daughter, but it's a pity that Jingfu is ...... Alas......"

Zhenniang heard Li Jingdong's sigh and knew that Uncle Jingdong must know about his father, but he didn't know where he heard about it, and his family hadn't announced it to his relatives yet, so she asked, "Uncle Jingdong, do you know about my father?" ”

"Well, after you left in the morning, your grandfather came to me and gave me a few crutches to hear him talk about your father." Li Jingdong.

"Oh." Zhenniang nodded, only then did she understand that Uncle Jingdong Weishenme figured it out so quickly, obviously it was his grandfather who beat him, and his father's matter made him let go of some of the past.

Only then did Zhen Niang realize that she had been wronged by the crutch before.

"By the way, when is the family running errands?" Li Jingdong asked again.

The so-called errand is naturally a funeral, and without a corpse, there must be a well-dressed grave.

"My mother said, I haven't seen a corpse, my father is a scourge for thousands of years, maybe he is still alive. I won't do it for the time being, and I'll wait for the eldest brother to go to Suzhou to have a look. Zhenniang replied.

"It's okay, I haven't seen the corpse, but I still have a thought." Li Jingdong nodded.

"That's right." Zhenniang nodded.

The two were talking, and at this time, Li Jincai took a few villagers up the mountain.

"When did the Jingdong brothers and Zhenniang go up the mountain? What's the matter? Why don't you go to the village to say hello, I'll ask someone to help. Li Jincai said enthusiastically from afar.

"It's nothing, it's just Uncle Jingdong who came to see the situation of Songwen." Zhen Niang replied that she didn't trust Li Jincai, and now she hadn't talked about the matter with the Tian family, so naturally he couldn't let him know about this pine oil in advance.

"Hmm." Li Jingdong just snorted plausibly. He was originally a person who didn't talk much, and he looked down on Li Jincai a little, so naturally he wouldn't say a word more.

Li Jincai doesn't care about Li Jingdong's coldness, anyway, Li Jingdong has a strange temper since his legs were crippled, which everyone knows.

Then everyone went down the mountain together.

"Zhenniang, I heard that the old lady left the ink shop to you?" Li Jincai came to Zhen Niang's side at this time and asked.

"What's the matter with my uncle?" Zhen Niang moved a few steps away slightly, and glanced at him, the seventh grandmother had already spread the ink shop for herself, not to mention that this person may have been concerned about the ink shop all the time, he asked this obviously not because he didn't know, but to lead to the following topic, so Zhen Niang did not answer Li Jincai's question, but directly asked about Li Jincai's meaning.

"It's nothing, the main thing is that I don't need to be used in the village, besides, isn't there a little bit of our six rooms in the ink shop? I wondered if I could go into the ink workshop to study and learn, after all, it was the Li family, and I didn't understand ink at all, so I made people laugh when I said it. Li Jincai said stupidly.

Zhen Niang's mouth is slightly upturned, this person is really good at drilling, and he is also very good at talking, according to him, he entered the Li family's ink shop to give the Li family a long face.

On the side, Li Jingdong also glanced at Li Jincai. His eyes narrowed slightly, silently, obviously pondering Li Jincai's thoughts.

The sixth master is very relieved about the ink workshop, and this aunt doesn't seem to be at ease.

"Although the old lady left the ink workshop to Zhen Niang, but the ink workshop belongs to the Li family, not to mention that as the uncle said, the sixth grandfather also has a part in the ink workshop, the uncle has filial piety, and wants to share the burden for the sixth grandfather, there is no problem in studying and studying in the ink workshop, but the uncle's idea has to be agreed by the sixth grandfather and aunt." Zhen Niang said.

One sentence unceremoniously pointed out Li Jincai's identity, and the implication was naturally that if he wanted to enter the ink workshop, Li Jincai couldn't mention it himself, and he had to mention it to the sixth grandfather and aunt to be useful.

Originally, Zhenniang was crossed, and there was no prejudice against her son-in-law, but this person's mind was too heavy, and it would not work if she didn't knock it.

"That's, that's, I'll tell you what I think, and I'll talk to your aunt when I go back." The unhappiness on Li Jincai's face flashed, and he changed to a smirk, and then walked to the front to lead the way.

"I think his mind is not pure, if Aunt Jinhua mentions it to you, do you really agree with him to enter the ink shop?" Li Jingdong looked at Li Jincai's back in front of him and said.

"If my aunt really mentions it, she naturally wants to let him in, this kind of thing will hurt if you refuse, besides, the more impure his mind is, the more he must keep it by his side, so that he can always pay attention, Uncle Jingdong, what do you say?" Zhenniang asked rhetorically.

People say that if you want to understand a person, you have to go to him, and if you want to fight a person, you have to go to him

Zhenniang clearly understood in her heart that as long as Li Jincai mentioned it to her aunt, her aunt would definitely mention it to herself, after all, this was not a trip to other places, and it was under the eyes of the Li family, Li Jincai couldn't make any shows, so this bit of face would be given to her uncle, even if the sixth grandfather was afraid that he would have to turn a blind eye.

"You can do it in your heart, and there is no room for sand in my eyes." Li Jingdong snorted coldly. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you Huihui ~ Sister for the peace charm, the country woman's pink ticket, xiexie for support!!!