Generally, the children of businessmen like him, especially their parents, suddenly became rich, and most of the children and grandchildren were idle children, fighting cocks, rolling dice, playing chess, asking for dominoes, playing doubles, etc.

After the death of his father, he was even more extravagant, and he would squander the family business in ten years at most.

It is rare to read poetry and books so hard to learn a belly of splendid articles like the Fan family.

Not to mention that the Fan family has begun to borrow the family business accumulated by their fathers to turn the merchant family into a scholarly family.

As long as the transformation of the family is completed, the status of the Fan family, as a scholarly family, in the Ming Dynasty, and whether future generations can be rich and prosperous for a long time, will have peace of mind.

The chief housekeeper praised in his heart that the tiger father has no dog, which is a heartfelt admiration, and he is very envious of Fan Yongdou for having such an eldest son.

However, the Fan family is really a good person.

Zhu Shun, the industrial marquis, had already sent someone to deliver the news a few days ago that the industrial faction had completed the industrialization of the paper-making workshop, and asked the big housekeeper to sell the paper-making workshop in his hand to the bureaucratic squire as soon as possible.

Industrialization.

A new word that makes many bureaucratic squires shudder when they think of it, every time after industrialization, the industrial steam factories will have a great impact on the corresponding trades.

The spinning workshops, the weaving workshops, the porcelain of Hingamber, the furniture of the new Nimber, and the coal washing mills all had a great impact on the industry of the bureaucratic gentry.

The papermaking workshops in Fuwangfu are not one or two, but occupy sixty percent of the papermaking workshops in the capital, and it is basically impossible to sell them all in a short period of time.

The big housekeeper has been unable to sleep for the past few days and nights to plan how to make a move as soon as possible, but he has never found a safe way, and it is good to be able to sell two achievements within a year.

After all, the chief steward must not only sell these paper workshops as soon as possible, but also do not lose money or pay less, in order to reflect the ability of the chief steward.

However, the time given by the industrial Hou Zhu is running out, and there is still a month at most, and a cheap snowflake paper will appear in large quantities in Beijing.

It's not that the big housekeeper didn't think that the way through the industrial Hou Zhu Shun was to turn the papermaking workshop of the Fuwang Mansion into a paper factory, but this is easy to be misunderstood as buying the hearts of the readers, attracting the suspicion of the emperor, and causing trouble to the Fuwang Mansion.

If the chief steward really dared to do that, he was not learning from the Fu Wang Shizi's own talents, and the Fu Wang Shizi would definitely cut off his dog's head with a knife in anger.

Just when the big housekeeper was at a loss, the Fan family appeared, and they actually wanted to buy all the papermaking workshops in Fuwangfu at a price two to three percent higher than the market price.

Where would the chief butler disagree, but in order to avoid letting him see any flaws, he showed an emotional expression that was said by the other party: "What Mr. Fan said is extremely true, Fuwangfu is indeed very short of silver. ”

"To tell you the truth, my young master and some other clan princes are preparing to gather a large naval division to recover the Ryukyus occupied by the Dutch."

After the chief butler said this, he beckoned without leaving a trace, and a steward took the box in the hands of the Fan family and sent it to the chief butler.

Seeing that the big housekeeper was so eager, the Fan family smiled faintly, as he expected.

After half a stick of incense.

The big housekeeper returned the box in his hand to the Fan family's son, and more than half of the house deeds were missing in the box, and most of them were silk and satin shops that were easier to sell.

The Fan family and the Fuwang Mansion have already finalized this matter, and it will be much easier to do next, the chief housekeeper said Wait a while, and arrange for someone to hurry to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion to invite the public.

This duke is not an ordinary scribe, but is in charge of the general judgment of many scribes, and the document deed between the two parties quickly passed under the handling of the general judgment and several scribes.

Everyone was happy.

The Fan family took over a bunch of paper workshop deeds, and their hearts couldn't help but be a little agitated, and they admired their ingenuity.

I believe that after a hundred years of him, the genealogical ancestral training will write that he is the ancestor of Zhongxing in the Fan family's transformation from a merchant to a scholarly family.

But in order to avoid letting the chief housekeeper of the Fuwang Mansion see the flaws and see that the Fan family had ruthlessly pitted the Fuwang Mansion, the Fan family stood up and arched his hand, and left the Fuwang Mansion without hurry.

The big housekeeper watched the Fan family leave, and said silently in his heart, it is really not that the Fu Wangfu wants to pit the Fan family, it is that the Fan family has to jump into the pit, what can the palace do.

The Fan family left the Fu Wang's Mansion, sat in a sedan chair, and ordered the sedan chair man to rush back to Fan's house as quickly as possible, so as not to regret the people of the Fu Wangfu.

Back home, the Fan family carefully held the box and went to his father's Chengxinzhai, and handed over the box that could bring a great wealth to the Fan family to his father.

Cheng Xin Zhai.

In front of two laurel trees in the courtyard.

The Fan family still tidied up the two red lanterns as usual, and unlike usual, his movements at this time were the most brisk since he was three years old.

Walking into the study, Fan Yongdou sat on the red sandalwood official hat chair, drinking montalist flower tea flatly.

Fan Yongdou saw the indifferent expression on the eldest son's face, and knew that this matter was afraid that it would not be done, after all, no matter how short of silver was the Fuwang Mansion, he would not easily sell all the papermaking workshops that occupied sixty percent of the capital to the Fan family.

It doesn't matter, arranging the eldest son to do this is just a training for him, and it is also a kind of training for him.

If you want to complete this difficult plan and buy all the papermaking workshops from King Fu's Mansion, you have to go out in person as one of the six major Jin merchants.

But what Fan Yongdou didn't expect was that the eldest son respectfully took out the box and said very indifferently: "Father, the child has completed his father's explanation." ”

Done?

Fan Yongdou subconsciously regarded the eldest son's words as a boast of the younger generation when he invited the elders to take credit, after all, even if he personally went out to do so, he might not be able to complete it in a short time.

Everyone knows the influence of the paper workshop on the reader.

It is indispensable to have a water mill for more than a month, and at least ten times to talk to the chief butler of the Fuwang Mansion before there is any hope.

The eldest son only went on a trip and completed this thing, which is too unbelievable.

However, only fathers have always wanted their sons to become Jackie Chan, and where there are fathers who dislike their sons for being too talented, they all wish that their children's learning could be the top in high school.

Fan Yongdou took the box in his eldest son's hand, slowly opened the lid, and sure enough, he saw a bunch of deed that still exuded the fragrance of ink.

Fan Yongdou took it in his hand and carefully checked it one by one, and sure enough, it was the papermaking workshop of Fuwangfu, not one or two, but all the papermaking workshops of Fuwangfu were brought back.

Fan Yongdou put down the box in his hand, looked at his eldest son who was standing indifferently in the study, and said with great pride.

"Wu'er, it should be the Fan family's Qilin'er."

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