In June of the tenth year of Wanli, it was sunny.

Nanjing Luo House, the early morning sun obliquely shines on the green tiles, which is particularly refreshing.

"Mother, you don't have to send it, I made an appointment with Tian He, and we will go to the private school together." Luo Qinglin, who was dressed in a child's clothes, rushed out of the Luo family's mansion in a hurry with a schoolbag, and behind him, Brother Xing, the scholar who had just received it, was busy following him, also carrying a schoolbag and an abacus.

Luo Qinglin was born in the second year of Wanli, is the eldest son of Zhenniang and Luo Wenqian, now nine years, this year just went to the children's class of the private school, but since April, the heavy rain in several prefectures in Nanzhili, Suzhou, Wujiang, Yangzhou, Songjiang, and other places have flooded, destroying more than 100,000 hectares of crops, drifting 100,000 residential areas, and drowning 20,000 people.

Therefore, since the end of April, private acquaintance has been suspended, and today it has finally turned sunny, private acquaintance resumes classes, Brother Lin has been detained at home for almost two months, and he has long been impatient, and now where can he wait for Zhen Niang to send her, and he made an appointment with Tian He early, and the two of them each took a scholar and went to private acquaintance.

And Lin Guan'er's scholar Brother Xing, twelve years old this year, was exiled to Nanjing in this flood, his father and mother and other relatives were drowned, Luo Wenqian saw that he was calm and clever, plus Qinglin was familiar with private knowledge, someone had to follow, so he left him and let him follow Lin Guan'er.

Tian He is the eldest son of Tian Benchang and Sun Yuejuan, one year older than Lin Guan'er, the two are classmates in private acquaintances, and they have similar family backgrounds, so they can play together on weekdays.

At this time, when Zhenniang chased out, Lin Guan'er had already disappeared.

"Stinky boy." Zhen Niang muttered angrily, and didn't care about him, Lin Guan'er's private acquaintance was run by the Chamber of Commerce. It's not far from here.

"Mother. I'm going to school too. "At this time. A childish voice shouted. A small man ran over like a cannonball, holding Zhen Niang's calf.

"Oh, little ancestor, don't run, quickly put on your clothes, be careful of catching a cold." The six-catty sister-in-law hurriedly followed, and she was still pulling a water-red gown in her hand.

The little girl is the daughter of Zhenniang and Luo Wenqian, and she is five years old this year. It's called Luo Jingyu, whether it's Jingyu or Qinglin, it's the name of the ink product, and the ugly woman directly applied the name of the ink product when she took the name, and it was not bad to look at.

"Got it figured? When you go to school, you have to copy books, you have to write, if you can't copy books, if you can't write well, you will be beaten on the board. Zhen Niang held Sister Yu'er's hand, her face was serious, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, but she was counting one in her heart. Two, three.

Really. Just counted to three, Xiao Jingyu shook her head vigorously: "Then I still don't read it, I'm still young." "The little face, a serious one, but in my heart I was thinking, copying books seems to be very tiring, this is what the eldest brother said, she should not be tired.

Knowing this little elf, Zhenniang shook her head, hugged the little girl and was about to go back to the house.

"Zhen Niang, Fang's ink spectrum has come out." At this moment, Luo Wenqian, who was wearing a green shirt, wore black cloth slippers and walked in slowly with a book.

Now, after ten years of development and the support of Zhang Juzheng, Luo Ji has become a pivotal figure in Nanjing's business community.

Together with Tian Benchang, he is known as the two heroes of the Huizhou business community.

After the decline of the Tian family, Tian Benchang supported it and specialized in the timber business of the Tian family's old business, coupled with the relationship between Sun Yuejuan's two eldest brothers and Wang Cuiqiao, he won the share of Annan huanghuali wood in one fell swoop.

Now the Ming Dynasty is an era of chasing luxury, and Huanghuali wood is popular, but it is a good time for Tian Benchang to catch up, coupled with the share of foreign goods, today's Tian family is more prosperous than in the past.

"Fang's ink spectrum came out so quickly? Let me see. As soon as she heard Fang's ink spectrum, Zhen Niang's eyes lit up and she spread her hands.

Luo Wenqian chuckled and put Fang's ink book on Zhen Niang's hand, and took Sister Yu'er with her hand, Sister Yu saw her father's extravagance, and immediately slapped her face happily: "Daddy, Sister Yu." ”

"Okay." Luo Wenqian laughed, supported his hands, and put Sister Yu on his shoulder, the little girl sat firmly with Luo Wenqian's head, and the tiger head shoes on her feet swayed, and the little girl was very happy.

"Come down, it's not in shape." Zhenniang was annoyed, raised her eyebrows, her daughter loves to make trouble, and she is not in shape as a father, a pair of headaches.

At this time, the father and daughter made a grimace at the same time, and then Sister Yu came down by car and was taken by the six-catty sister-in-law to breakfast.

Zhen Niang only then flipped through Fang's ink spectrum.

Her Li family's Li ink spectrum has been out in Wanli three years, when the first edition was published in Huizhou and Nanjing, the ink spectrum review was written by Sun Kehong, Zhen Niang was afraid that he would not agree, but I didn't expect that Sun Kehong's father was sewing 60 birthdays, Zhen Niang sent a piece of longevity ink, so this ink spectrum review thing came naturally.

Of course, Lord Sun is not greedy for this piece of ink, but Li Baye made the first ink in the world with his life, and the seventh lady of the Li family did not hesitate to burn herself to the same death, and she had more respect for the Li family.

As soon as Li's ink score came out, Huizhou and Nanjing were expensive for a while.

In short, Li Mo was famous for a while in the third year of Wanli, and then, the two equations made efforts, and the second year of Gongmo's election for the Li family was defeated, and the right to Gongmo was won by Fang Mo, and then Fang Mo rose, and this can be regarded as stimulating Cheng Mo, and now the dispute between the two equations has a white-knuckle war.

And Zhen Niang knew that since the publication of Li's ink spectrum, Fang Da had been preparing Fang's ink spectrum.

However, obviously, the Fang Clan's ink book brought by Brother Luo is not the final draft, and compared with the Fang Clan's ink book in later generations, it has a lot less content. Zhen Niang knew that the complete version of Fang's ink book should be officially published around the sixteenth year of Wanli.

"It's not final, is it?" Zhenniang raised her head and asked Luo Wenqian.

"Well, Fang Da said, please take a look at it first, and then help write an ink review." Luo Wenqian smiled at Mimi's words, at the beginning, the Li family's ink spectrum was also invited by Fang Da to write an ink commentary.

"What can't you help, doesn't this Fang Mo also have your shares?" Zhen Niang smiled.

"No, it's my own business." Luo Wenqian laughed, he has received a lot of dividends on Fang Mo in recent years.

Zhenniang patted him, rubbed her brows again, and said, I didn't sleep well last night. There is a bit of a headache.

"What's wrong? Have you been on your minds lately? Luo Wenqian couldn't help but hug Zhenniang into the house and sit down. Help her sit down in a chair. I poured another cup of hot frame for Zhenniang.

In the past few months, Zhenniang seems to have been sleeping at night, and her original moist face is a little pale, Luo Wenqian is a little worried.

"Well, I heard that Lord Zhang's body bones are very bad and he often vomits blood?" Zhen Niang took a sip of hot tea, and her mind drifted to this matter again.

Recently. Zhenniang's mind is always a little uncertain, and now it is June of the tenth year of Wanli, and it seems that Zhang Juzheng passed away in this month, but she can't remember the specific date.

And what kind of impact Zhang Juzheng's death will bring to his own family, this kind of unknown Zhenniang is full of emotions.

"Zhenniang, you think too much, it's not good for your body, I'm worried." Luo Wenqian kissed Zhen Niang's sideburns, Zhen Niang's mind was too heavy, and it was not good to think too much.

After the decline of the Luo family. Luo Wenqian is actually very open to these, not to mention that Master Zhang is okay now. Even if something happens, but he Luo Wenqian has been operating for so many years, he has his own foundation, and if he takes another 10,000 steps back, what if the business empire he created single-handedly collapses?

Back then, he Luo Wenqian went to the north alone, and if he could earn such a big foundation, he would start from scratch, and he was also fearless, of course, maybe if he started all over again, he might not necessarily choose this path.

People's state of mind is different at every time.

"Well, it's because I'm thinking too much and don't want to." Zhenniang looked at Luo Wenqian's worried look, couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, and chuckled, I don't want Brother Luo to worry about her, anyway, she has done all the preparations that should be done in the past few years, in fact, there is not much she can do.

Thinking about it again, sometimes, it is not necessarily good to know some endings earlier, but it will make you suspicious and shrink back.

"Ninth master, grandma, there is a post from Qingchun Building." At this time, Li Shan came in and said. I put down the post and went back again.

"What post did Qingchun Lou send?" Zhen Niang was curious, leaned on the table, looked at the post, but it turned out to be the teacher banquet of Miss Liu Susu from Qingchun Building.

Nanjing side of the Qinglou often look for some eight to twelve year-old girls, and then by the building of the popular girl to take around the upbringing, and so on the first listing, then called out of the teacher, of course, this kind of girls are as a red card to be praised, generally are not sold art.

And a girl who has just graduated from the school is not famous, and someone has to support her, so on the day of her graduation, the mother in the Qinglou will spread the post widely and invite people to support the party, which can be regarded as introducing her to everyone to get to know each other, and it is called the teacher's banquet.

Luo Wenqian receives a lot of posts like this every year, but Luo Wenqian never goes.

However, this time, this post is somewhat interesting, because it invited Luo Jiu and his wife.

"This is the first time I've received a post like this." Zhenniang raised her eyebrows, Luo Wenqian held Zhenniang's waist, and came to Zhenniang's hand, and couldn't help but be happy: "Ha, this is to ask you to donate money, you ladies and grandmothers also have a lot of private money, it seems that our prefect has remembered it." ”

Luo Wenqian said, and pointed to a sentence at the back of the post: "In this teacher's banquet, the silver from everyone was donated to Yingtianshan Hall to relieve the affected people." As he spoke, Luo Wenqian stretched out his index finger with a little bone knuckle and pointed to a seal behind the invitation, which was the seal of Yingtianfu Shantang.

That's it, this time, Miss Liu Susu of Qingchun Lou had the support of Ying Tianfu.

Zhen Niang glared: "Phew, even if I want to donate money, won't I go to the charity hall to donate?" Why spend money to buy a Qinglou girl's graduation banquet, and I don't want the girl to accompany me to eat wine. ”

"So, no one invited the ladies of each family to this kind of banquet before, but this time, it was for the people affected by the disaster to donate, Luo Niangzi, if you don't go, then it will fall into someone else's mouth in the future." Luo Wenqian listened to what Zhenniang said interestingly, and laughed.

"So, do you have to go this time?" Zhen Niang said with a slight annoyance, and shook off the invitation.

"Well, I have to go." Luo Wenqian smiled at Mimi.

"Why do I think you're holding back?" Zhen Niang looked at the corners of Luo Wenqian's mouth with some suspicion, which obviously had ulterior motives.

"It's nothing, maybe there will be a drama to watch, this Liu Susu girl has something to do with Tian Benchang." Luo Wenqian took a sip of hot tea, and while Sister Xiaoyu had eaten breakfast, she jumped over and circled around Luo Wenqian and Li Zhenniang.

Seeing that the father and mother were talking to themselves, they ignored her, so they pouted and shouted that the ugly woman accompanied her to flutter butterflies.

The ugly woman was tending to the flowers and plants in the yard, so she muttered and said vaguely: "The ugly woman can't pounce anymore." ”

The ugly woman is seventy-three years old this year.

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Thanks to homealone, the peace charm of light rain Sihan, and the pink ticket of the group picture. (To be continued......)