She only needs to cut down on food and clothing with herself, but she can save her life with others, she can only do her best!

Mu Bingyue didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, nodded and turned around and went into the kitchen.

Xiao Shunzi stood in place with the purse for a while, until Xiao Liuzi called him, he came back to his senses in a daze, carefully put away the purse and went to help.

An hour later, the ladies were all dispersed, and only the literati who had been drunk for thirty years were left.

Everyone was full of poetry, summoned servants, and put pen and ink.

Wang Yuan was drunk with ink, and even produced a masterpiece, and everyone slowly gathered to evaluate it.

Born at the wrong time, some learned people did not meet because of their talents, and the poems they made were a little low and depressed, while Wang Yuan's poems were high and solemn, or like cloud avalanches and snow surging, strange and romantic; Or like the bright glow and beautiful moon, clear and bright. In terms of the peculiarity of his imagination, the ingenuity of his ideas, and the incisiveness of his language, he is extremely original and unique, and only makes people feel his confidence and profound knowledge.

Liuyi also squeezed forward, shaking his head and reading the poem above, and the people around him couldn't help but show disdain.

Who doesn't know that this is a hand, there is no ink on the chest, and the heart, liver and lungs are filled with silver, this time the vassal is elegant, and it is purely a narcissus that does not bloom - pretending to be garlic.

Leaving one hand to ignore the contempt around him, his mouth was full of praise, and he was extremely flattering.

Wang Yuan hated the snobbery of respecting Luo Yi first and then respecting people, and he didn't pay any attention to the flattering words that left one hand, turned his wrist lightly, and slowly wrote.

When everyone looked over, they saw that it was written: "The head is as thin as a rice stalk, there is no half a cent on the scale, the eyes are born on the buttocks, and they only recognize Luo Yi but not people." ”

Everyone's expressions suddenly became subtle, this prince of the Wang family is really a wonderful person! They all looked mockingly at the shriveled man.

Leaving a hand that is thicker than the city wall, how can they pierce it with these soft knives and guns, I saw that his expression was calm as usual, and he didn't even move his brows, "This little poem by Wang Gongzi is popular and shallow, elegant and vulgar, and it is a blessing in my life that we and other laypeople can hear the mastery of Gongzi." This is said at a very high level, that is, it slapped Wang Yuan's sycophants, and belittled the rest of the people and raised themselves.

Wang Yuan ignored his flattery, raised his hand again and continued to write the words 'embroidery needle' below, and everyone suddenly realized, amazed and couldn't help laughing.

Leaving a hand on his face did not show any embarrassment, and people couldn't help but admire the thickness of his skin, but no one spoke out to embarrass him.

The wine was drunk until near the evening, but they all took advantage of the excitement and made an appointment to drink it another day.

Mu Chengjie was also very drunk, and he didn't wake up until nearly noon on the second day.

Mu Bingyue heard that there was movement in the main house, so she hurriedly handed the decanting soup that had been boiled long ago to Li'er, and went to the main house together.

Mu Chengjie was rubbing his forehead, and when he saw the two of them, he was busy smiling.

Mu Bingyue pushed Li'er, who stepped forward and handed over the sobering soup, and said, "Father-in-law, drink some sobering soup." ”

Mu Bingyue said: "It's too winding to call your father-in-law, and if you don't kiss it, call your father!"

Mu Chengjie looked at his daughter funny, looked up at Li'er, and said with a smile: "Just call it Dad." We don't have that many rules. ”

Li'er hurriedly responded, Mu Chengjie took the bowl and drank it all, returned it to Li'er, and asked, "Dad almost forgot, your Grandpa Cao also asked Dad to drink!"

Mu Bingyue hated dinners the most in that life, but she also knew that if she wanted to have connections, she had to do things at the wine table, and she didn't stop it.

After Mu Chengjie freshened up, he went to the Cui Book House, and he drank until the evening before coming back.

When Mu Bingyue and Shen Xue went to see it, they saw that although Mu Chengjie's face was a little red, he was very conscious, and he knew that he hadn't drunk much wine before he put his mind at ease, you must know that Mu Chengjie was also nearly forty-six, although Cao Shu, who was more than ten years older than him, was much tougher, but he was not young.

"Tomorrow is thirty, I asked Mr. Cao to come to the house for the holiday", Mu Chengjie took Li's wet handkerchief and wiped his face, "Speaking of which, Mr. Cao is only a dozen years older than me, but he already has a great-grandson, and I don't know when my Yue'er will grow up." When will I become a grandfather?"

Mu Bingyue's chest seemed to be stabbed by a thin and long needle, and her body stiffened.

The family was originally childless, but it changed because of her accidental intrusion, and now it is ...... She is unauthorized to change her life, it should not exist, her life is not controlled by the god of Hades, there is no successor, she has lived here for many years, she knows how much importance is attached to the heirs here, although her father is not patriarchal, but if he dies early, for the second elder of his parents, I don't know what kind of thunderbolt it is. When she was twenty years old, her parents were close to the age of six, and she really didn't know if they could withstand such a blow, but now she could only take it step by step to minimize the damage.

Seeing that Mu Bingyue didn't speak for a long time, Li'er looked sad, and didn't know why, so she hurriedly pulled her sleeve.

Mu Bingyue suddenly came back to her senses, and when she saw Mu Chengjie looking at her lovingly, she hurriedly opened the topic, "Dad, Li'er will be in time next year, and if you want to hug your grandson, just wait for two years." ”

When she heard this, she was ashamed and angry, stomped her foot fiercely, and turned her back.

The room full of people laughed, and Shen Xue was also happy.

In the evening, Mu Chengjie and Li talked for a long time, Mu Chengjie decided not to open a private school, he used to lose money in business, because he was always kind-hearted and soft-faced, thinking that the people who interacted with his father were old customers, and the asking price was very low, and he was young and unclear, and he was always deceived. But he is the pillar of the family, it is not good to let the women and children of the family go outside to show their heads, Mu Chengjie told the Li family his idea, the Li family agreed very much, and said that there was a famine in his hometown, and the two decided not to return to their hometown for the time being.

After the family had breakfast, Li and Li Tong went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Shen Xue and Li'er were also called over to help, and Mu Chengjie asked Mu Bingyue to talk alone.

Mu Bingyue was very happy to hear that Mu Chengjie was going to take over the family's business, and just remembered something, "Dad, you are home now, although the relationship between the family and the military camp has not been broken yet, but we will eventually lose the local commercial textile over there in terms of raw materials, I believe that the weaving department over there will be able to imitate our clothes in the near future, instead of passively waiting for them to cut off our financial route, it is better for us to find another business opportunity." ”

Mu Chengjie frowned, "But there are many soldiers there, and the demand is still very large." ”

Mu Bingyue sat down and patiently explained: "Dad, although the demand over there is large, we produce very little wool, and we have to buy raw materials over there. We don't have anyone in the barracks now, and although the garrison has a friendship with us, I'm afraid it's time to be transferred, and the new ones will never be willing to go far, and if there are clothes like ours over there, they won't buy ours. We already have a small amount of profits, and it is not worth it to spend the money we earn on dredging. ”

After listening to this, Mu Chengjie slowly came to his senses, nodded in agreement: "What Yue'er said does make sense, so ...... Let's just specialize in the cloth business. ”

Mu Bingyue shook her head slowly, "The cloth we collect is sold directly to merchant ships, but it is a small profit and a small profit, but the borders of various countries are still in an unstable stage, and from time to time they have to ban borders, and if they don't raise taxes, those merchant ships will be more restricted every time there is a big war, and we can't rely on them too much." ”

Mu Chengjie didn't think that far, listening to his daughter's analysis for her, he couldn't help but think of the repeated failures in business in the past. Now that he thinks about it, he was too short-sighted, so he lost the ancestral industry in his hands, thinking about it, he couldn't help but lock his eyes on his daughter with hope, "Yi Yue'er, what should we do?" Why don't you open a cloth shop?"

Mu Bingyue had never been in business in her life, and she was not a business wizard, but when relations between North and South Korea were tense, she saw the blow to the economy and commerce. Although they are only doing small business now, just to support their families, these businesses are very related to the border war, so she can't think about it more.

"Open the cloth line, there is no problem with the raw materials, but there is already a cloth village here, the credit of the old store is good, although we have a supply of goods but no market, there will be no profit in a short time, our family is thin, if you encounter a situation, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be stretched." Mu Bingyue originally said her thoughts, although she had worked many times in bars and restaurants in her life, she knew very little about business. She did have an idea, and she happened to hear the opinions of people who came over today, "My daughter thinks about it, and it is feasible to open a fan and spin it." ”

"Fan spinning?" Mu Chengjie frowned and thought hard.

"Yes, it is a fan spinning", it is hot all day long, and the fan is like rice grain, which is indispensable in life. She also inquired carefully, most of the fans used by people here were embroidered by their daughters-in-law, there was no place to make fans here, and most of the paper fans sold in grocery stores were imported from other places. This year, Huaixian literati came more, and there were some high-grade fans in the shops, but there was still a lot of space, "If we put more effort into the production of fans, we will definitely be liked by those students and artists." ”

Mu Chengjie was a little moved by what Mu Bingyue said, and asked, "How to make it?"

"Although we now have more than 100 embroiderers, but their show work is only above the average, those literati Yashi more than the world, extraordinary knowledge, we can only fall behind, so we can only borrow the east wind." Mu Bingyue refilled Mu Chengjie's cup of tea, and continued: "The reason why those people gather here has a lot to do with Grandpa Cao's Cui Book House, so this Lantern Festival is a good opportunity for us." There are only ten days of effort, it is absolutely too late to open the fan spinning, so we can only buy some semi-finished paper fans or fan frames on the merchant ship first, take advantage of Grandpa Cao's east wind to build the momentum, put the fan spinning business out, hang everyone's appetite, let the embroidery girls hurry up the work, and we will open on the day of March outing, and it will be difficult to make money when the time comes. ”

Mu Chengjie was well aware of Cao Shu's influence in the local area, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity because of his indecision, so he said at the moment: "Everything is up to Yue'er."