The maidservant named Cui'er passed through the middle door and came to the wing room inside, she first listened to the front of the house, and then called in a low voice: "Young master! ”

"What?"

The voice from the room was very immature, but the tone was not as lively as that of a child of this age, revealing the calmness of an adult. Cui'er's eyebrows bent slightly, thinking that this eldest young master was young but learned to speak and act like an adult, she wanted to laugh. But my heart was immediately soft, if it wasn't for the death of the old man, and the lady's inability to support this family, how could the eldest young master be needed to be a seven-year-old child!

Even if he is a heavenly immortal, he shouldn't be so precocious......

"Sister Cui'er, what's the matter?" Zhao Youju inside didn't hear her speak for a while, so he asked again.

"The housekeeper came back, saying that he had something important to report, and Madame asked the eldest young master to go." Cui'er came back to her senses and said quickly.

Zhao Heju in the room smiled slightly, put away all the paper and pen on the table, the pen made of goose feathers was placed on the inkstone by him, and the dense paper full of small characters was carefully dried by him and placed at the bottom of a stack of paper - this stack of paper was densely written.

He closed the window and climbed down from his chair and straightened up, just over the desk because he was not yet developed. Unhurriedly, he came to the door, opened the door, and saw that Cui'er was still waiting, so he smiled: "Sister Cui'er has been waiting for a long time." ”

"The eldest young master said kind words again." Cui'er said quickly: "I don't know where you are so polite, the maid is waiting for the young master, that fate is a matter of course!" ”

Zhao and Ju smiled again, the smile was quite strange, Cui'er didn't know the hidden thoughts behind his smile, and when she saw him walking forward into the courtyard, she followed him.

"Is the young master really a heavenly immortal?" Seeing that he walked like an adult, not a child, Cui'er thought again.

One day half a year ago, after Zhao Heju woke up from a nap, his whole person changed, whether it was his temper or words and deeds, they were different from usual, and he became sensitive to actions and reluctant to speak. When I am free, I use a pen made of goose feathers, scribble on paper, and scribble things, not to mention that the illiterate Cui'er does not understand, and even Mrs. Quan, who knows a few words, can't understand it. At first, Cui'er was unwell, but as time went on, she got used to such a young master, and she felt that such a young master was normal.

For example, Zhao and Ju confessed more than once that when he was in the study, no one was allowed to trespass, and if there was anything, he had to call outside. At first, Cui'er thought this rule was a bit incomprehensible, but now she would consciously call out outside the study, rather than breaking in herself—not only for her, but also for Zhao and Ju's mother, Quan, now.

"The eldest young master is an immortal in the sky, so he naturally has his reason, even the Pure Yang Patriarch has asked him to help him, if he indiscriminately alarms the immortals, I don't know what trouble it will cause!" That's how Cui'er explained it to herself.

The mansion is not big, so after a while, Zhao Heju came to the front room, first greeted his mother, and turned to Zhao Xi: "Housekeeper, but someone wants to wrap all the snow sugar?" ”

"As the eldest young master said, someone wants to wrap all the snow sugar." Zhao Xi was accustomed to the foresight of this eldest young master, and he stood solemnly with his hands down, just like when Zhao Heju's father was alive: "It is a merchant from the Jin Kingdom, surnamed Shi Mo, who is willing to buy snow sugar for two per catty." ”

"Has this man ever inquired about the maritime merchant?" Zhao Youju asked quietly: "Two pounds and one catty are such a price...... Does he have any other qualifications? ”

"The eldest young master told me how to deal with it earlier, and the old slave and Yong'er only need to do what they say." Zhao Xi replied respectfully, without showing any contempt because of Zhao Youju's age, in fact, since more than a month, the family has gradually changed the principal, and the seven-year-old Zhao Youju quietly obtained the right to decide almost all major matters.

"There is only one condition for the merchants of the Golden Kingdom, that is, my family is not allowed to sell snow candy to other merchants." On the one hand, he was extremely satisfied with the price of Liangguan, on the other hand, he felt that buying and selling was something you and I wanted, and it was unreasonable to sell exclusively, what if someone used a higher price to collect snow sugar?

"Monopoly...... This gold merchant is quite a brain. Zhao and Ju groaned slightly, and then nodded: "I answered him, he is from the Jin country?" ”

His last question was purely knowingly asked, so without waiting for Zhao Xi to answer, he raised his eyebrows and said: "You tell him that my family is willing to hand over snow candy to him to sell exclusively in the Jin Kingdom, but within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, it is still sold by my family." ”

"Tomorrow the old slave will say to him."

"One more thing...... Now that the country of Jin has been in famine for many years, you ask him to buy some fatherless and motherless orphans for me in the north. Zhao Heju looked at his mother: "Please be good at it, my family has an industry, and the housekeeper father and son and Sister Cui'er alone are not enough in the hands of people, and buying some young children from a young upbringing can come in handy in a few years." ”

Quan just nodded, his son handled these things in an orderly manner, and he was much better than her.

"The eldest young master wants to buy people, why don't you go to find the people in Fucheng?" Zhao Xi suggested: "Isn't it much better than the merchants of the Tonkin Kingdom?" ”

"I have my own ideas." Zhao Youju didn't explain much about this: "Let him buy me thirty people first, he will pay the money first, and then discount the price after my family gives him the snow sugar." ”

Zhao Xi nodded and didn't say anything more. Cui'er muttered beside her: "The family is such a big place, where should the eldest young master live when he buys so many people?" Besides, thirty people eat and drink, and I can't take care of it alone! ”

"Sister Cui'er is right, if someone brings it, the family will be small, but I also think about it...... Mother, invite my grandfather to come over tomorrow and ask him to come forward to buy a farm, it doesn't matter if it's good land or not, as long as it's remote, the bigger the better. ”

At this time, the custom of the Song people was that if the family had money, they would buy land and property, regardless of the government and business. The land of Zhejiang and Zhejiang is narrow and densely populated, and there are many wealthy merchants, and it is impossible to buy a village in a place with convenient transportation, without a high price. However, the cost of making snow sugar is very low, he buys ordinary brown sugar for only 160 wen per catty, and sells snow grain for 500 wen per catty, although each catty of brown sugar can only make 123 taels of snow sugar (Note 5), and the profit is more than eight times, so for spending money to buy land and property, Quan is heartily supportive. Although it was a little strange why Zhao and Ju wanted to be in a remote place, they thought that their family would become rich, and it would inevitably cause the children of the same sect to covet it, so they moved to a remote place just to let the two children study quietly, so they also agreed.

"Thirty children, twenty boys, ten loli...... Girl. Seeing that his mother agreed, Zhao Heju added casually.

Note 5: The author guessed, please point out the error.