Zhang heard Qinghuan say that this post was to invite him to a poetry club, and he heard that most of the young talents in Hangzhou would go to the poetry club, so he was busy asking him to put away the post, and when the time came, he must go to the poetry club, saying that the poetry club would be very beneficial to his future.

Qing Huan threw the invitation aside noncommittally and didn't care about it anymore, left Zhang's house, and went to the main hall to greet the neighbors, only to worry that Zhang put the post away properly, planning to let Banqin pull some silk back tomorrow and make a dress for his son who can see people.

The Zhang family sent a lot of pastries, but the Zhang family was reluctant to take them all out to greet the neighbors, so they only divided a part and put it on a plate, and each person tasted a small piece of freshness.

Although it is not difficult for the people of Hangzhou to buy dim sum, the south of the city is a place where poor families live, and most of them are reluctant to spend this money.

Moreover, the dim sum of the Zhang family is not of the same grade as the roadside goods in Hangzhou, not to mention that in the eyes of this group of big bosses, even if the dim sum of Sima Mansion is not delicious, it will definitely taste rich.

Therefore, a piece of dim sum was quite satisfied with the neighbors in their hands, smacking in small bites, and constantly praising the dim sum of the official master is different, it is really sweet and delicious, only boasting that the dim sum is in heaven and on earth, and some women will eat half a piece of dim sum carefully wrapped in a handkerchief, saying that they are reluctant to eat a bite to keep it for later.

In addition to the dim sum, Zhang's also carefully clamped a few dollars with tongs, generously let Banqin cut two catties of pork, bought some side dishes that are not often eaten, and with the help of a few neighbors and aunts, made two large tables full of meals.

It wasn't until the meal was ready that Niu Erzhuang returned home from outside with a hoe, and he went out to farm early this morning.

At noon, although someone went to the field to tell him that the Zhang family had sent a gift, and said that Gu Yunpei would go home in the afternoon, he only said that he knew, and he still stayed in the field to work until dinner time before coming back.

This courtyard is full of people at two tables who know him, although they all know that he is a desert escapee taken in by the Gu family, but no one in the Gu family has ever regarded him as an outsider, and everyone in this township has long regarded him as a member of the Gu family.

For a while, the sound of beckoning him to come to eat came one after another, Qing Huan also stood up, beckoning him to hurry up and come to the table, and a woman with fast movements had already gone to carry out the food left on the steamer in the pot.

Niu Erzhuang said with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, half of the grass in the field is hoeed, I wanted to come back early when I heard the news, and I was worried about the work in the field, I always thought that Brother Gu wouldn't come back so early, and I was busy with the work in the field and forgot the time, I really can't help everyone."

The courtyard was full of generous people, and they all smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Niu Erlang has done a day's work, and he must have been tired and sat down to eat." ”

Niu Erzhuang confessed to Qing Huan again in the greeting of the neighbors, and then sat down and lifted the rice bowl, and ate three bowls of rice in a hurry.

That night, the neighbors were lively in Zhang's house until the sun went down, the sky was dark, and the street drums were beaten twice, and then they returned to their respective homes.

There were too many things that happened on this day, and it wasn't until lying in bed that Qing Huan realized that the Zhang family did not give gifts to himself in front of him, but took it upon himself to send the gift to his home with a hundred taels of silver, Xu was afraid that he would refuse if he mentioned it in person.

The number of one hundred taels, no more and no less, looks like a businessman, I don't want to owe myself favors, since ancient times, it is the most difficult to repay the love account, and his family's attitude is not unexpected.

It's just that if his family's attitude is that he doesn't want to have anything to do with himself in the future, the gift sent by Baba and the post, but he also wants to continue to communicate with himself, so he doesn't want to owe himself, but wants to show favor to himself.

His Zhang family knows that the favor account is the most difficult to repay, and he will not accept the kindness imposed on his head?

Qing Huan took the post that Zhang's shoehorned into him before going to bed and looked at it over and over again, only feeling that this post weighed a thousand pounds, and after going to this banquet, he would inevitably have more to do with the Zhang family in the future, and the Zhang family was only afraid that he would not refuse if he was sent again.

Zhang's naturally understands this truth, and she supports Qing Huan to go to this poetry meeting just because she thinks that since her family is as poor as washing the Zhang family, since she intends to make friends, most of them also take a fancy to her brother's talent.

Since the poetry club is a place where celebrities and talents accumulate, I can meet some people who can talk to my brother and talk to them, and my house is surrounded by some people who don't know half of the big words.

It's not for nothing that my brother doesn't like to talk over the years, and the words of the poetry meeting are all talents, which is also helpful for learning.

As for the favor that may be burdened by Sima Mansion, Zhang feels that a poetry club is not much favor, and people are kind, and it is not easy for them to save face.

This night, Qinghuan lay in bed, held the post and worried for a long time, and finally fell asleep hesitantly.

When he woke up the next day, Zhang sent Banqin to the silk village in the market early to pull some silk cloth so that he could come back to make clothes for Qing Huan.

Qing Huan was roasting the sun in the study and thinking about it.

In the past, there was no silver, and she just wanted to do something and had no capital, but with this silver, she began to think about what it would be more appropriate for her to do something.

Qinghuan used to be a salesman, and he had worked a lot of short-term jobs, so when it came to doing business, there were a lot of thoughts in his head.

Not to mention, liquor is a good deal, now people don't know that wine can be distilled and drunk, at most they only know that the turbid rice wine is squeezed and filtered into sake, these days in Zhang's Mansion to eat, the next person has to carry a pot of sake at every meal, saying that the good wine in the house is specially used to entertain the son.

Qing Huan tasted the wine, sour and astringent, the alcohol content was not higher than ten degrees, the original body was still a little girl, she didn't like to drink, and she didn't have much opportunity to drink, so she didn't know what the wine of this era tasted like.

It wasn't until yesterday that Zhang Sima took out his treasured Jiannan Burning Spring, just listening to the name made Qing Huan excited and thought it was a distilled spirit, who knew that it was still the kind of sake with more than ten degrees, but the color was red to get the burning word, and the taste was still sour and tight.

In addition to rice wine, cotton cloth is also a good way to make a fortune, cotton here has not yet been popularized, the people wear hemp, cotton is now planted as a rare plant, is a kind of ornamental product, Hua Lao Ye once gave a plant to Qinghuan, raised in the Moyun Hall, it is not difficult to get cotton seeds.

The process of weaving cotton cloth, I have seen the introduction of scenic spots when I was traveling, but only relying on this knowledge, she is not sure at once, and she still needs to do some experiments, and it is a long process to find cotton and plant cotton, which can only be thought about later.

In addition to rice wine and cotton cloth, Qing Huan has many other choices, restaurants, tea houses, fresh pastries to eat, Qing Huan, as a person who travels through the country, has more than these ancients for many years of knowledge, and has the funds to start, if it is not good, it will be a joke.

With the capital, it is no longer difficult for him to make money, and now she is worried about how to tell Zhang and Banqin about what she wants to do business.

At this time, Shinong Industry and Commerce, the status of the merchant is too low, he is a showman, if he really runs it by himself, he doesn't mind at all, he is afraid that Zhang and Banqin will cry and faint in front of him.