Chapter 18: Ask Young
Looking at the rough sedan chair pattern in front of him, Helan Min's heart was both happy and apprehensive. After all www.biquge.info he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, and he had no experience in business at all. Now in the Tang Dynasty, don't think that the ancients are stupider or stupid than modern people. Each of these people is very smart and able to do aristocratic business in this huge Chang'an. Not only does everyone have a brilliant mind, but they also have a background of lesser or less, and they don't have anything at the moment.
Pick up the piece of paper by hand. I blew twice, completely dried the ink on the paper, folded it three times, and carried it in my arms.
opened the door, beckoned Ah Da Ah Er Ah San to hand them over to the steward of the house, and walked towards the Yang family's residence alone.
Seeing Helan Minzhi walk in, the corners of Yang's mouth immediately showed a smile: "Zhi'er, come and sit with your grandmother, go out for a long time and be hungry, right?" Let's have dinner later! β
"Thank you, grandmother." After bowing to Yang's Wushun, he sat beside Yang's side and gently pinched Yang's leg.
"Grandmother, you are old, this is almost winter, you have to pay attention to keep your legs and waist warm." For the elderly, a word of concern from the younger generation can make them happy.
Gently touched Helan Minzhi's head: "Zhi'er is really sensible, I have to go back with your uncle and grandfather, show off." The group of bastard boys of the Yang family, one by one, know how to cause trouble, where will they care about the elders. β
He smiled slightly, looking a little embarrassed. I pinched my legs for a while, and then rubbed my shoulders. Yang closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed it, and Wu Shun sat and watched with a smile. Helan Minyue was tired after going out to play for a while, and now she was sleeping soundly on the bed.
After a while, Helan Minzhi quietly got to the point.
"Grandmother, what do you think of merchants?"
In the Tang Dynasty, although the culture was blended, it was open. However, the four grades of Shinong industry and commerce are still very clear. In particular, the aristocracy looked down on the merchant profession, although the samurai woks used to be merchants. But Mrs. Yang is a pure scholarly family and a wealthy nobleman. To get her help, you must first know how she thinks about her children and grandchildren's business.
"Oh, why did Zhi'er suddenly ask that?"
"No, no, it's just that when I went to the slave shop before, I heard the shopkeeper say. When my grandfather was alive, he used to be rich and rivaled the country, so he wanted to do a big business, right? "Hurriedly cover up his thoughts.
"Ah, I heard from outsiders. O merchant, your grandfather was a merchant back then. The world says that businessmen are despicable. But look at it, this royal relatives in the capital, this family valve that has been inherited to this day, who doesn't do business? Who doesn't do business? β
"Didn't my grandmother look down on the merchant anymore?" Helan Minzhi asked further with a hint of happiness.
"Hahaha, silly boy, of course your grandmother won't look down on businessmen. Otherwise, how could I have married your grandfather back then? Wu Shun couldn't help but laugh when he heard Helan Minzhi's stupid question.
Yang also smiled and said, "Yes, silly boy." β
"Speaking of this business, in the last years of the previous dynasty, our martial arts family was a well-known big businessman. Back then, the Manchu magnates had to give your grandfather three points of thin noodles. Later, your grandfather poured all his wealth into helping the Taizu of this dynasty to seize the world. That's why you earned such a big family business for your two uncles, and won the trust of Taizu and the first emperor. Got the title of Duke of the country. β
"Oh? Grandmother, could it be that our martial arts family is still in business today? β
Hearing Helan Minzhi ask this, Wu Shun and the Yang family laughed again: "Is it possible, do you think that this Yingguo Mansion depends on your uncle's monthly four-grade officials?" β
Hearing them say this, Helan Minzhi felt that he was really naΓ―ve, and sure enough, every one of these ancients should not be underestimated.
"So, what kind of business is our family doing now?" Asked a little eagerly, if the samurai family could help him, it would be much easier to open the aristocratic market.
Yang stroked his head slightly, and his eyes showed a little unwillingness and helplessness: "This grandmother doesn't know that when your grandfather was alive, her grandmother still helped to run the huge family business. After your grandfather passed away, I didn't care, just be quiet. β
Although it was said that she was quiet, Helan Minzhi still clearly heard her unwillingness and anger. It is estimated that after a period of fierce competition, whether it is from the perspective of righteousness or human feelings, the Yang family must make way for Wu Yuanqing.
Wu Yuanqing's attitude yesterday was clearly visible, not only will he not help himself, but I am afraid he will be deprived. It is obviously normal for the uncle to take away the things of the nephew who lives at home.
With a slight sigh, his dream came to an end. You have to do it all on your own.
Feeling that Helan Minzhi was wrong, Wu Shun asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" The son had never been so interested in the affairs of merchants before, so what happened today? β
After thinking about it again, Helan Minzhi still decided to say it. Although the Wu family can't be relied on, the Yang family and Wu Shun are the two closest people in the world, they won't lie to themselves, and they must get their help.
He took out the piece of paper from his bosom and gently handed it to Mrs. Yang beside him. He knew that as long as he had this piece of paper, he didn't have to say anything, and Mrs. Yang would be able to understand it all.
Sure enough, he picked up the paper with a smile, thinking that Helan Minzhi had written something like poetry again, and just wanted to praise him. Suddenly seeing such a design drawing, the smile on Yang's face immediately disappeared, and was replaced by a real solemnity.
The sedan chair is too simple and easy to understand, and no one will not understand its structure at all, but it is the limitation of the Tang people's cognition, so it has not been invented, but after it was invented in the Song Dynasty, it was immediately popularized.
Mrs. Yang doesn't know how many storms she has experienced in her life, but she can see the value of this thing at a glance, so she is so solemn. If this thing is made, it can completely affect the way the nobles travel.
Seeing that his mother's face was wrong, Wu Shun was also a little anxious, thinking that Helan Minzhi had brought something out that made the Yang family unhappy. Hurriedly said: "Mother, the son is still young, if there is anything... β
Before she finished speaking, Yang waved her hand to stop her and handed over the drawings in her hand: "You take a look first, and then talk after you finish reading." β
Wu Shun took it and looked at it carefully. Taking advantage of the time she was watching, Yang turned his head and stared at Helan Minzhi: "Son, tell your grandmother, where did this picture come from?" β
"I came up with it myself."
"Really?" The tone in which he said this was unusually solemn, there was no trace of a smile on his weather-beaten face, and the phoenix stared at Helan Minzhi. She was just worried that some unscrupulous people would use her little grandson's hand to use her to do something in the capital. Over the years, she'd seen so many things, and many storms erupted from something that didn't seem to have anything to do with it.
I felt that Yang's tone and state were not quite right. And it is obviously an old lady who is seventy years old, and when she stares at herself, she actually has an inexplicable sense of oppression. His forehead was sweating, as if he didn't dare to tell a lie under this gaze.
"Yes."