Chapter 135: It's Hard to Think Too Much?
was apologized, Ji was stunned: "Why do you say I'm sorry?" ”
Ye Guoguo looked up at her little face and blinked.
Xindao: I can't say it, it will hurt your self-esteem if I say it.
She is a person from this world, or a man from this world, and she is definitely unwilling to admit that she is better than him. Nor will he admit that his money is his private money.
Ji Jingbai didn't know what his little daughter-in-law said in his heart, but when he saw that his little daughter-in-law just looked up at him with her little head up, and didn't speak for a long time, he knew that the little daughter-in-law didn't want to say it, so he just forgot it and didn't ask anything more.
After waiting for a while, seeing that the little daughter-in-law was still holding him tightly and refused to let go, he chuckled: "How long are you going to hold him?" ”
Ye Guoguo didn't say how long he hugged him, he only looked up at his little face, and said happily: "Xianggong, you hug it well." ”
Ji was stunned.
I used to think that the little daughter-in-law was a child, and what the child said, he couldn't think about it without thinking too much, but the little daughter-in-law is actually 18, and he already knows that it is difficult for him to think about it now......
But fortunately, the little daughter-in-law let go of him the next moment, and happily returned to the kang, and while taking the kang table and setting it on the kang, she said to him: "Xianggong, I just put three silver tickets of one hundred taels in the jar. ”
Last night, he was sure that the little daughter-in-law had opened the jar and knew that there were a lot of silver tickets in it, and now that the little daughter-in-law put the silver tickets in it, he thought that the little daughter-in-law was putting the money in it, so he didn't care too much, and just responded: "Hmm." ”
Hearing her response, Ye Guoguo didn't care. She gave him the money anyway.
"You want to practice calligraphy?" Seeing that as soon as the little daughter-in-law put the kang table, she was busy getting pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and Ji Jingbai stepped forward to help.
As soon as the little daughter-in-law laid out the paper, he wanted to help the little daughter-in-law study the ink, but the little daughter-in-law wouldn't let him study it.
He looked at her puzzled.
Ye Guoguo scratched his little head embarrassedly, and then he was a little depressed, and whispered: "No, I want to write something, it's just that kind of thing, but my words are ugly......"
In other words, you write.
Ji Jingbai understood, so he didn't want to help grind, but nodded, and then, sitting cross-legged at the kang table, he was not in a hurry to take the pen, and asked, "What deed?" ”
"It's the kind of deed that keeps people secret." After a pause, she explained in detail: "Our family workshop is looking for someone to work...... These people have to sign a deed, put a fingerprint, and promise to keep secret what they see in the workshop and what they do, and I will pay them a certain amount of money for secrecy. But if they voluntarily sign the deed and take the money, but they don't do what they promised, then they will have to compensate us for all the losses caused by their leaks. ”
The government only recognizes the deed, and if you press your handprint, you have to fulfill it according to the deed, so that it won't care so much about you. And if she wants to make the business bigger, it is still necessary to get this deed.
Ji Jingbai nodded again, and then asked, "How much money do you plan to give to the secretist?" ”
Ye Guoguo said: "Ten taels per person." ”
Ten taels is a lot, and this is not counting the wages, just the money that is kept secret, this person's secret is ten taels, and the ten people's secrets are one hundred taels.
Besides, she didn't plan to find someone else to work, she would only look for it in this ten miles and eight villages, and the people she was looking for were naturally farmers.
As for the farmer, just keeping it secret can cost ten taels of silver, which is like a big pie falling from the sky and making a fortune.