After Yang Qingquan left the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, he did not return to the Princess's Mansion.

At this time, his mind was full of "one or two pieces of silver", and he just wanted to find someone who could solve his doubts, and this person was naturally the emperor's uncle.

Yang Qingquan diverted to the palace.

"Uncle, I have a problem here, can you solve my puzzle for me."

"What is it?" The emperor asked with a smile, it was rare that this child had troubles in addition to eating, drinking, and having fun, which couldn't help but make him a little surprised.

After listening to his nephew's question, the emperor was also stumped by the question of "one or two pieces of silver".

Obviously, I feel that this silver is not considered silver if it is not spent, and it seems that there are more than one or two silver after it is spent? After the circulation of goods, a tael of silver played a big role, what if it was not circulated? Can a pig seller afford pork and can't afford to wear clothes? The cloth seller can only watch his own water leak? Masons don't have money to buy food......

Of course, the emperor knew that merchants were very important, but the discrimination against merchants was soaked into his bones, and he felt that there was no need to study it.

It wasn't until the emperor heard his nephew say that he wanted the merchant to donate money, and his ears suddenly pricked up.

"Siyuan, you tell your uncle in detail."

The emperor thought more deeply, in the past, when he had no money, he always arrested corrupt officials and corrupt officials to raid his house. Now that I think about it, there are so many officials who are officials, where do they get so much money? And he who removes the corrupt people is the one who asks for protection money from the merchants.

The emperor touched his chin and felt that this was too reasonable.

Rather than having a merchant give the money to an official in order to get shelter, it would be better to give it directly to the imperial court. As long as they do business in peace, the court can still support them.

After thinking about it, the emperor praised it: "Siyuan, this friend of yours is very talented, is he willing to be an official?" ”

Talented?

Yang Shizi was puzzled, although the emperor's uncle was also stumped by the question of one or two silvers, but he wouldn't exaggerate Jiang Zikuan, who made the question, into a great talent, right?

"No, he's a great talent." The emperor said with a serious face, "I think the question of one or two pieces of silver you said has a lot of meaning in it, but I can't figure it out for a while, and I will summon the Jiang family kid after I think about it." ”

The emperor really didn't expect that when Jiang Zhongcheng was alive, he always said that his son was not a weapon, and he could not be a martial artist, which was too modest.

Not to mention Jiang Xiaohou's gambling skills, the study of businessmen's business alone is enough to break into the household department.

The emperor is a person who cherishes talents and loves talents, as long as there are talented people, they are willing to use them, no matter what way they are.

Yang Qingquan didn't care about that, he was very happy for his friend now: "If the emperor's uncle wants to summon Zikuan, he doesn't need to find a way to become a respected person......

When the emperor heard this, he couldn't help but be interested: "Then I should not summon him first, I want to know what method he uses to improve his reputation." ”

Yang Shizi was stunned for a moment, isn't this an extra move?

Is there any way in the world to be more famous than the emperor's golden words?

The emperor doesn't care, learn to be literary and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family, he prefers the talents who recommend himself to him, rather than his three visits to the thatched house, of course, if it is a rare talent in a hundred years, he is not unable to condescend to the noble.

Looking at his nephew's stupid appearance, the emperor was complacent.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhongcheng's son still knew how to save the country, and recommended himself to him through his nephew.

What the emperor could think of, Yang Shizi also thought of, if it was someone else, he would definitely feel a little uncomfortable, and felt that the friendship between the two was not pure enough.

But as royal relatives and relatives, the two of them who have long been accustomed to the absence of pure and flawless feelings in the world are not the same thing, Yang Qingquan even thought blankly: I don't want to be an official no matter how I think Zikuan, could it be that I misunderstood?

**

Fan Chun, who had been in a coma for three days, finally woke up.

He thought that the experience in the gambling hall was the most terrible thing he had ever encountered in his life, only to wake up and find that the nightmare had just begun.

Fan Chun was shocked and frightened, and shouted: "Why can't my hands and feet move?" ”

He thought he had uttered the worst cry of his life, but it was too small to hear, and the evidence was that no one had come to see him.

Fan Chun began to panic, what about his scholar? What about those who serve? Where did it all go?

However, no matter how loudly he yelled, there was only a deaf and dumb woman guarding the door, and no one came to see him.

Fan Chun, who finally found out that something was wrong, thought hard, he was also a little witty, although this wit never needed to be on the right path.

This house is still his original house, but many of the expensive bottles, calligraphy and paintings here are gone, and they are replaced by cheap substitutes.

Fan Chun's eyes were scarlet, his eyes bulged, and he said with hatred: "Xiao Clan! ”

How dare she?! How dare she do such a thing!

"Tell Xiao to come to me! This wicked woman! Slut, I am the eldest son of the Fan family, how dare she abuse me like this! ”

Fan Chun scolded for a long time, but except for the deaf and dumb mother-in-law, who looked inexplicable, and fed him water and food on time, no one came to see him.

When Master Fan was still alive, the Fan family's family background was still okay, and Fan Chun remembered that when he was young, it was a rich day when he wanted something. After the death of Master Fan, the life of the Fan family plummeted, and after his stepmother, who had a heart higher than the sky, also sent her son, his younger brother, to the academy, the good days of the Fan family were gone.

He didn't understand, it was enough to have one scholar in the family, why should he go bankrupt to support two?

Like his stepmother's younger brother, his reading talent is higher than his own, but does his younger brother have him who can manage his network? He said that it was enough for him to study alone, and he would definitely support his stepmother in the future, but his stepmother just refused, and would rather cut the family and sell all his subordinates.

Fan Chun was very smart, for this matter, he was making trouble with his grandmother and the patriarch at that time.

So, he was able to leave a scholar by his side to take care of his daily life, as for his younger brother, anyway, his biological mother is eccentric, what kind of scholar do you want? There are even two younger sisters on his brother's side to earn money to buy paper and pens for him.

It's not a mother's sister, it's a white-eyed wolf who can't be raised.

Fan Chun turned a blind eye to the fact that most of the Fan family's silver was actually spent on him, his grandmother and father passed away one after another, he was the eldest son, and his stepmother never regarded him as a parent, of course, he had to ask for silver to be at ease.

As for the stepmother and the three children she gave birth to, there is no money to spend?

As long as the younger brother doesn't study, he can live a very nourishing life, who told them that their hearts are higher than the sky and their lives are thinner than paper.

As time passed, Fan Chun's heart was left with a sense of panic.

Find yourself

I can't move,

and no doctor came to his door.

I don't know how my injuries are and whether I will be able to recover in the future.

The mother-in-law who was waiting for him was illiterate, so he couldn't even write a letter to someone to save him.

Wait, write a letter?

Fan Chun's face changed drastically and he looked at his wrapped right hand, his right hand was also seriously injured, could he still write?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, Fan Chun wanted to throw the furniture and make a big fuss, but as a result, the injury was worse, and his left hand was swollen.

Until a voice sounded outside, "Young Master......"

Fan Chun looked up and found that it was his scholar Ah Cong, and he was so excited that he slapped the bed with his left hand, which was not so badly injured.

He shouted, "Ah Cong, get me out quickly." ”

Ah Cong said with a bitter face: "Young Master, don't move, be careful of getting hurt even more." ”

Fan Chun had a bad feeling, lying on the bed, struggling to raise his head, and asked cautiously, "Is my injury serious?" What did the doctor say? ”

Ah Cong looked at his former master with a pity on his face, he was smart enough, ruthless enough, he could pull down his body, he could pull his face, he dared to calculate against the powerful, if there were no accidents, he would definitely be able to go far.

Once he was sure that maybe he was used to taking shortcuts, and the eldest young master would definitely not end well in the future.

But before the fate of the eldest young master comes, the eldest young master will definitely go further than the second young master who only walks the righteous path and has a great talent for reading.

It's a pity, no matter how scheming you are, it's in vain to not have a healthy and complete body.

"The doctor said that the eldest young master, your right leg is just broken, and it will be fine in the future, but the bone of your left leg is too broken to be cured! As for the left hand, there is nothing to do, but the right hand is the right hand, and the doctor said that he will not be able to hold heavy objects in the future...... "Ah Cong couldn't bear to say that this item is actually counted among the heavy objects."

The more Fan Chun listened, the more desperate he became, and finally couldn't help but hiss, "So I'm useless, right?" ”

Ah Cong was startled and hurriedly went over to cover his mouth.

"Big young master, don't attract people, the little ones only have so much time to come to see you." Ah Cong said quickly, "Young Master, Madam is going to sell the small one, and the small one is for the sake of your good treatment of the little one over the years, and I specially bid you farewell." You have to learn to bow your head in the future, and you can't do it against your wife anymore. ”

Fan Chun reluctantly calmed down, stared at him and said, "Ah Cong, you go to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to find Jiang Xiaohou to save me, my stepmother doesn't dare to do it against the nobles, you ......"

"Young master, it's useless." Ah Cong interrupted him and said slowly, "The Jiang family already knows about you deliberately pulling Jiang Xiaohou to the casino." ”

Ah Cong sighed in his heart, his expression complicated.

He knew in his heart what kind of virtue the eldest young master was, even if he pretended to be polite on his face, he was actually a villain.

Jiang Xiaohou Ye is no longer a thing, it is really good for the eldest young master, since he met the little marquis, the eldest young master's life is extremely nourishing.

He just didn't understand, why could the eldest young master accept the property given by the little marquis Jiang while still being indignant, thinking that the little marquis was humiliating him with silver?

Ah Cong can only attribute it to the fact that the eldest young master's heart is not generous enough.

People like this are often white-eyed wolves, so the eldest young master is determined to pull Jiang Xiaohou into the mud, and wants to let him become addicted to gambling and infect the family property of the Yuanhou Mansion.

Ah Cong was

I also persuaded tactfully, but it was useless, the eldest young master prides himself on being smart, how can he listen to his words? In the end, I can only go to the dark with my conscience and my master.

Therefore, the lady was afraid that the Jiang family would take revenge and sell him, and he didn't dare to hate, it was just karma.

Ah Cong didn't tell the story that his wife went to the Jiang family to make trouble, and the Jiang family gave his wife three thousand taels, for fear that the eldest young master would make trouble again, and he didn't have the confidence to make trouble again now.

"The eldest young master, the little one is leaving, today may be our life

The last side. ”

Ah Cong stood up, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and continued: "Young Master, you always say that Xiao Hou Jiang is not a thing, he is a gentleman, and he deserves to be calculated...... But you calculated that his purpose was to go for his family's money......"

Now that the fog in front of him has been lifted, Ah Cong can't think of where Jiang Xiaohou is gone, where is it not a thing? He only knew one thing, "Young Master, there is karma in this world. ”

So young master, be a good person in the future.

Fan Chun stared at the roof beam above his head like a puppet, his throat gurgling.

He turned his head to the bed, tears falling on the pillow, despair that had never been seen before hit him, and he knew he was finished.

**

"What? Let me be an official? The little marquis, who was washing his face, looked up incredulously, "Why do I want to be an official?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Qingquan's spirit perked up, and he suddenly became happy.

So Zikuan and he are just making friends, and there is no other purpose, right?

Jiang He threw down his handkerchief and shouted: "I'm not an official, I heard that everyone who is an official has to get up after four watches, right?" I can't get up! ”

What are you kidding? If you can't see the sun at three o'clock in the morning, you have to get up.

He is determined to be a salted fish in this world, which salted fish do you see gets up at three o'clock in the morning to work? It's pretty much the same to go to bed at three in the morning.

Yang Qingquan couldn't help but look at the sun outside, it was only three poles up before the sun rose, so he couldn't be so decadent as an official.

Although I am also a gentleman, I rarely sleep so late because I have to go to the study to study.

Thinking like this, he suddenly envied Jiang Zikuan.

Xiao Hou Ye didn't care what he thought, and greeted him warmly: "Siyuan, let's have breakfast together, there are shrimp wontons, xiaolongbao, and soy milk fritters, you see what you like to eat." ”

Yang Shizi sat down and couldn't help complaining: "This is breakfast, it's almost time for lunch." ”

That being said, Yang Shizi also ate a lot, not to mention, other people's food is delicious.

After breakfast or lunch, the little marquis invited Yang Shizi to play dice.

Yang Shizi happily obeyed, the purpose of his last visit to the Jiang family was to find the little marquis to learn gambling, but the barbecue was so delicious that he forgot about it.

"My uncle said you were a great talent." Yang Shizi chatted while playing, "Your businessman's idea of donating money is good, the emperor thinks it's very good, you really don't want to enter the court?" ”

The little marquis shook the dice and said lazily: "I don't want to, I'm not interested, I'm too tired." ”

Talented? He obviously didn't want to donate money, so he came up with the idea of asking others to donate money.

Yang Qingquan looked at him, "Don't you want to glorify your ancestors and let your family be proud of you?" ”

Xiao Hou put down the gambling equipment: "Come, guess."

Size. ”

Then he waved his hand and said, "Forget about the glory of the ancestors, I am not this piece of material." Besides, my mother's request for me is very simple, as long as I am healthy, pain-free and disease-free, and then marry a daughter-in-law and have a child, she feels very satisfied. ”

Yang Qingquan stared at his hand and said, "Small! Then he said enviously, "Your mother has really low requirements for you." ”

He is telling the truth, his father is the prince of the country, his mother is the eldest princess, he can still play hard, and after two or three years, he will not be able to wave, and he will have to take on his own responsibilities.

"Wrong, it's big." Xiao Hou Ye suggested, "If your math is good, let's change it." ”

Yang Shizi felt very strange, he was still a little uncomfortable before, and felt that the little marquis wanted to climb up through him and put a name in front of the emperor's uncle, but after finding out that the little marquis was really unambitious, he wanted to urge him to move forward.

In the future, he will definitely have to mix with officialdom, and he often has to get up at four watches, when his friend is sleeping very soundly with the quilt......

As long as he thinks of this, Yang Shizi feels that it is better to be alone than to be an official, and the more Jiang Zikuan doesn't want to be an official, the more he wants him to be a big official who can go to the early dynasty.

"Siyuan, you're sinister now smiling?" The little marquis shook off goosebumps and said vigilantly, "What bad things are you thinking?" Does it have anything to do with me? ”

What a vigilance!

Yang Shizi wanted to pull him to work together, but he couldn't show it on his face, so he didn't have to scare people away.

"Who laughed sinisterly?" Yang Qingquan pointed to the small dimples on his face, "People who see me laugh say that I smile cutely." ”

From childhood to adulthood, as long as he smiled, the mothers in the palace would love her mother when she saw it, as if she gave birth to a child painlessly and treated him as her own son.

When did he leave with a whole bunch of gifts?

The little marquis looked at his face with some envy, "You baby face and small dimples, you are really tender!" At the same age, you are still twenty when others are forty, and you can be one generation younger! Speaking of this, the little marquis was full of a sense of crisis, "No, I have to apply some honey cucumber tomorrow to take care of my face." ”

Although the face is tender and cute, it is easy to win the favor of the elders, but Yang Shizi said that his face is hairless and he is not able to do things well.

He planned to grow a beard in another two years, but there was a strange thing here, and he actually learned from women to maintain their faces more tenderly?

"You don't understand." The little marquis touched his tender face, "My ideal is to be eighteen forever, someone gives me money to spend, in short, I don't want to get old." ”

Yang Shizi glanced at him, "You are not a little white face who relies on women to eat." ”

Men pay attention to talent, women pay attention to appearance, and the property of the Marquis of Dingyuan is enough for him to live a few lifetimes.

The little marquis is confident: "My ideal is to rely on women to eat!" Now rely on my mother, and when I get married in the future, I will rely on my mother! He sighed, "So you know now why I love money so much, right?" I rely on women to eat soft rice, what should I do if I don't give birth, and I don't save a little? ”

Yang Shizi was particularly speechless, there are no wonders in the world, why is his friend's brain so strange?

There is no one who can say that eating soft rice is so straightforward.

"Have you figured out how to make a name for yourself?" Yang Shizi changed the topic and didn't want to hear him say how to eat soft rice.

However, although the words used by the little marquis are a bit strange, don't really say it, this brush

It worked very well.

"I thought of it." The little marquis behaved with confidence,

"I decided to publish a book."

Yang Qingquan's jaw almost fell.

Are you kidding? make contributions

Lide, Liyan, only those who do the first two Confucianism or those who have university questions dare to publish books! You're a scumbag, isn't it a joke to publish a book? Which one did you do? Dare to publish a book without doing any of them, afraid that you will not be crucified on the pillar of shame?

Jiang He glanced at him, "What do you think?" I don't plan to write any great works, I can be famous if I write a script, and I can become famous as quickly as possible. ”

There are many people who read the script, and the speed of circulation is faster.

Yang Qingquan stopped talking for a while, and always felt that the reputation brushed out of this book was not a serious reputation! Can't get on the table.

However, Jiang Zikuan's original image is that of a gentleman, and the script is enough for him to make a reputation, right?

"Then I'll be the first to read your script when it's written." Yang Shizi thought that if the writing was too bad, he could also help polish it.

There's no way, the friend I picked up, it's right to do him a favor, and I can't let him be decadent forever.

While the two were talking, a young man came over and hesitantly handed a letter to the Zhishu who was guarding the entrance of the gate.

Zhishu took the letter and looked at it, and walked over, "Little Hou Ye, someone sent a letter over." ”

"Whose letter?"

Yang Shizi was indulging in the charm of mathematics, and asked casually, Jiang Zikuan was right, learning mathematics well can really kill everyone at the gambling table.

"You calculate the probabilities first." The little marquis waved his hand at him, took the letter, looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Ouch, what a rare guest, it's actually Fan Chun!

Yang Shizi threw away the dice in his hand and came over, with the same look of surprise: "Why does he still have the face to write to you?" What is this man's cheek made of? ”

The shopkeeper of the gambling hall has already confessed Fan Chun, and his reputation can be described as a stinky street now, and he has washed away part of Jiang Xiaohou's reputation in disguise. Now everyone in the world thinks that although Jiang Xiaohou is a gentleman, he is still pure in heart, and he is so good to a poisonous snake lurking around him.

Jiang He opened the letter and looked at it, but he did not stop Yang Shizi who came over.

Yang Qingquan was very uneasy, his previous friend was deceived by Fan Chun's clumsy methods, and he was worried that his friend would be deceived again.

It's just that after he read the letter, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he couldn't stand it and said: "I have never seen such a brazen person in my life, who hurt you and cried with his face, and let the victim take him a hand." Oh, his words are so ugly, and the level of your national prison is so low? ”

No wonder his uncle let him go to the study to study.

Jiang He can understand, "His right hand is injured, this should be written in his left hand." In fact, he still admires Fan Chun in his heart, not to mention his character, he still has talent.

Yang Qingquan realized, "It is quite powerful to be able to write such words with the left hand." ”

I have to say that this Fan Chun is indeed a person with perseverance, and he has never practiced his left hand, so he really can't write this kind of character that looks decent.

When they are usually idle, who will have nothing to do, and who will go out of their way to practice left-handed writing? Unless he is left-handed, his right hand is not enough to exercise, this person is really self-motivated.

The little marquis said calmly: "So I can't give him a chance to get up again!" This man holds grudges and is narrow-minded, and he can't see the good of others, and it is useless to help him now, and if he has the opportunity in the future, he will definitely put me to death. ”

When Yang Shizi heard this, he couldn't help but look at him, and Jiang Zikuan was really suitable for officialdom.

Look at how decisive he is, he doesn't hesitate to do things at all, and he doesn't get emotional, which is so much to his liking.

At this time, I heard the little marquis say: "No, I still have to help!" This is a good tool for fame, and after this village, there will be no such shop. ”

Give a little kindness and let others see how big-hearted he is, not remembering hatred, being kind and generous, how great he is!

Yang Qingquan watched Jiang Xiaohou write a heartfelt letter, and did not forget to sprinkle two drops of water on it as tears.

If he hadn't seen him write this tearful farewell letter, he would have believed in the evil of the little marquis, and believed that he was a pure and flawless white lotus.!