"If Ah Kun is less idle, then let's divide the account by ninety!"

In fact, Zhang Xuexian also knew that the profits of spirits were huge, more than ten times higher than the turbid wines he originally sold, and he was greedy for fame rather than profit, and even if he only took one-tenth, it was a lot of money.

In the past few days, he has carefully pondered, in Jingzhou City, which winery has no background if the scale is almost the same as him?

Only he is self-made and has no background, so he was casually calculated by a prince of Jin who has no real power, if he has some background like others, where does Su Xinping dare to bully him like this?

Although he now has spirits, and there is a tendency to become a royal business, he knows very well that it is all thanks to the handsome young man in front of him.

And Jing Zhe is very suitable to be his "background".

As long as he agrees, he makes a lot of money, and he is still famous in his Zhangjia Wine Workshop, and he no longer has to worry about being troubled, such a thing that kills three birds with one stone, it is difficult for Zhang Xuexian to think of a reason to refuse.

But Jing Zhe shook his head again.

Zhang Xuexian was stunned for a moment, thinking that it is too little?

But before he could open his mouth, Jing Zhe preemptively said: "I've given me ninety percent of the benefits, where is the little nephew?" It's too much! ”

Zhang Xuexian took a long breath, and then smiled: "Not much, not much!" This liquor is from you, and you have thought of how to sell it, and it is also an uncle's blessing to be able to get one percent! ”

But Jing Zhe disagreed, with an unquestionable tone, "Uncle, let's divide fifty-fifty, if you don't agree, I won't buy shares!" ”

“……”

Zhang Xuexian looked at Jing Zhe for a while, thinking to himself when even wanting to make less money became a trouble?

At the end, he laughed dumbly.

"In that case, let's split it fifty-fifty!"

……

Coming out of Jing Zhe's house, Zhang Xuexian looked a little worried, and when he returned to the house, Mrs. Zhang greeted him.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Handing him a wet towel to wipe his face, Mrs. Zhang continued to ask, "Could it be that he didn't agree?" ”

Tonight's matter, the Zhang couple had discussed it in advance.

Zhang Xuexian shook his head, "Agreed." ”

"Why are you still sad when you agree?"

Mrs. Zhang was a little puzzled.

So, Zhang Xuexian said his thoughts, and Mrs. Zhang looked at him after listening to it, "What is there to worry about?" If he really did this for our Xiaoyu, then he should be happy! ”

Mrs. Zhang has always been optimistic about Jing Zhe, if according to what Zhang Xuexian said, Jing Zhe would make such a concession to Zhang Xiaoyu, and the two can really come together, that is what she wants to see the most.

Zhang Xuexian shook his head and sighed: "If he is just an ordinary person, it would be fine, but he will not say that he can make spirits, he can still write poems so well, and he is confident that he will get the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club tomorrow night!"

Didn't you hear what was said outside? The three princes of Nanqi will also participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, if he takes the first name of the poetry meeting, Princess Mochen will marry to Nanqi, but what about Ah Kun who takes the first name? ”

"No, Lady Mochen wants to marry Ah Kun, right?"

"It's not impossible!"

Worried because his future son-in-law was too good, Zhang Xuexian felt that there was no one else.

Then continue to analyze: "Ah Kun wants to look good, talk and talk, and have good poetry, as long as he takes the first place in the poetry club, he can not only defeat the three princes of Nanqi, but also this can also become an opportunity for him to become an official in the court, and it is normal to be favored by Princess Mochen!" ”

This time, Mrs. Zhang pondered for a moment, and then said, "However, it's nothing..."

"Nothing?"

Zhang Xuexian almost shouted, "If that's the case, Xiaoyu can't even be a concubine, she can only be an outer room!" ”

At the beginning, I just didn't want to be Su Xinping's concubine, so the Zhang family refused at the cost of the wine shop being sold, and now that it is facing this problem, how could Zhang Xuexian agree?

But who knew that Mrs. Zhang didn't care, "What's this?" A man with such a ability as Ah Kun doesn't lose money to be his outer room! And we Xiaoyu knew him early, so it's good to be big in the outer room! ”

“……”

Staring at his wife, Zhang Xuexian was a little speechless, and only asked for a long time: "When the prince of Jin asked for marriage, his wife didn't say that!" ”

Mrs. Zhang sneered: "The main thing is that the prince of Jin is too ugly, how can you look good!" ”

“……”

It turns out that he is good-looking, and he can really do whatever he wants!

Thinking about his big face again, Zhang Xuexian was sad alone.

……

The next day was August 15.

Because there was a "vicious battle" at night that I don't know how long it lasted, Jing Zhe told Zhang Xuexian in advance that he wanted to "recuperate", came to a lying corpse, and slept until noon before getting up.

Pushing the door out, he felt a strong festive atmosphere.

At this time, in the Zhangjia courtyard, the outer wall of the wing room, the stone platform, and the gate were all posted with colorful murals such as "flowers and a full moon" praying for family reunion, which instantly added a lot of vitality to the originally somewhat dim and boring courtyard.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Mrs. Zhang also changed into bright new clothes, and even Hanhan, who was a good new robe, looked like a dog.

Seeing Jing Zhe get up, Mrs. Zhang welcomed him into the room with a smile, and there were all kinds of osmanthus cakes on the table.

"According to the rules, you should eat at night, but I know that you are going to the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the evening, so eat it in advance!"

Eating osmanthus cakes on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is considered a custom here, but Jing Zhe was slightly surprised by the "you" that Mrs. Zhang said, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu next to him.

Zhang Xiaoyu's cheeks were slightly red, and she hung her head down.

Mrs. Zhang immediately said: "Xiaoyu has also loved poetry since she was a child, but unfortunately she doesn't have the opportunity to participate in various poetry meetings on weekdays. ”

Jing Zhe listened and nodded with a smile.

"It's a lively day, Xiaoyu should go out with it!"

Zhang Xiaoyu raised her head at this time, and there was light everywhere in her eyes.

After eating, Jing Zhe went to the warehouse to look at the spirits, and was still thinking in his heart, it was good to sell this spirits to the royal family, but it was not good to sell it only to the royal family, so he still had to talk to An Di when he had a chance.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Zhang called Jing Zhe into the house, and Zhang Xiaoyu was also inside, pressing him in front of the dresser.

Jing Zhe was shocked when he saw it: I'm not a mother, why do I need makeup?

Mrs. Zhang explained with a smile: "There are a lot of people who attend the poetry meeting in the evening, as well as Your Majesty and the princess, you can't be too casual, and your aunt will take care of your hair well." ”

It turned out that it wasn't makeup, and Jing Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he combed his hair into an adult and put on a handsome new outfit, Jing Zhe looked in the mirror and was very satisfied.

It's getting evening and you're ready to go.

The organizer of the poetry club is Wuxian Yuan, not far from Zhang's house, just walk over, but Jing Zhe insisted on taking a carriage.

"Young village master, don't you usually walk over?"

Jing Zhe glared at him: "My son is the most beautiful cub at tonight's poetry meeting, and the way he appears naturally can't be too shabby!" ”

looked ahead, and said calmly:

"It's called a [board]!"

“……”

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