The happy life of a prodigal

Seeing this, Qian Zheng scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "The little one has never read a book, and he doesn't know how to read. These are all pictures of little ones, and only the little one can recognize them."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he smiled, returned the paper to him, and said, "It's not a problem if you haven't read a book.

In this world, many people who have read books are not as good as those who have not read books, but it is not good to be illiterate.

Literacy is a tool. If farming was fine before, it is not good now. If you are not literate, you will inevitably have many, many troubles.

In this way, after a while, you can go to the manager and ask him to find you a teacher who will teach you how to read. From then on, you will still be responsible for taking care of the crops and recording them as usual every day. "

Hearing this, Qian Zheng showed surprise on his face, bowed hurriedly, and kept saying: "Thank you, young master, thank you, young master..."

For a person like him, being able to read and write is really a blessing he cultivated in his previous life.

After all, in his original village, anyone who knows a few words will be respected by others, and those who can fully read are only the teachers of private schools and county schools.

However, now he can also read!

Fang Xiu looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "From today onwards, you will receive an extra ten taels of silver every month, and it will be delivered to the cashier, just as I said.

In addition, I remember that there is a courtyard in the north that is still empty, and the garden inside has not been taken care of for a while, so I pulled out all the flowers in it and left it to you to be responsible for cultivating this crop.

If you can grow new crops in the coming year, I will reward you with 1000 taels of silver! "

Qian Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this.

Hearing the first half of the sentence before, he was completely stunned to receive an extra ten taels of silver every month.

What kind of concept is ten taels of silver? It is enough for him to live in peace and stability in the original village for a year, and he can eat and drink every day without being hungry.

The second half of the sentence shocked him a little, wondering if he was dreaming.

1000 taels of silver...

But something he never dared to dream of!

Chapter 322 It's Better to Call...Sweet Potatoes

"Less, less, master..."

Qian was trembling, wanting to say something.

Before he could speak, Fang Xiu took a step forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "This matter is of great importance, we must be vigilant and do our best, and we must not relax, let alone be negligent... ..”

This was what the Emperor Chu had said to him before, but now it was handed over to Qian Zheng intact.

After Qian Zheng heard the 1000 taels of silver, he felt very uneasy, but after hearing this, he saw the look of expectation in the young master's eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly calmed down, his dark face showed firmness, he nodded, and said very seriously: "Young master will definitely live up to the young master's expectations!"

The same sentence, spoken by different people, has different effects.

For example, when Fang Xiu said this, others would think it was perfunctory, even frivolous.

But what Qian Zheng said was inexplicably reassuring.

No matter what the final result is, whether the sweet potatoes can take root and sprout on this land, as long as he shows this attitude, Fang Xiu will have more confidence.

"Okay, let's go down."

Fang Xiu patted Qian Zheng's shoulder again, waved his hand, and said.

In the past, when others patted the shoulder, I always felt a little uncomfortable, but when I patted others on the shoulder, I felt inexplicably comfortable.

"Yes, Master!"

Qian Zheng responded, but did not turn around and leave, but stood where he was, hesitating to speak, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing Fang Xiu, he asked, "Anything else?"

Qian Zheng hurriedly said, "Master, this new crop doesn't have a name yet, I want you to give it a name."

name?

Hearing this, Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback, and his face was in a trance for a moment.

In just a moment, he returned to normal, with a smile on his face, and said: "This thing is red all over, and it is buried in the ground. It looks like a field mouse. Why not call it... a sweet potato."

............

Compared to Qian Zheng's full of joy, on the other hand, the shopkeeper of the fireworks shop in the south of the city had a sad expression on his face.

It has been more than half a month since the fireworks shop opened, but the business is still not improving.

certainly......

These words are only relative to the kite workshop next to it.

Thinking of the kite workshop, the shopkeeper felt depressed for a while.

It opened at the same time, and now the money entered into the account every day has almost caught up with nearly ten times that of its own shop.

Among other things, there are countless people queuing up at the door every day.

Even like the Jingshi Grand Theater that just opened before, a new profession has been born... Scalpers.

It's just that this scalper is not that scalper. In addition to reselling kites, kite scalpers are more likely to do the job of queuing on behalf of others.

Therefore, there is nothing to blame.

Seeing that the business next door is getting more and more prosperous, but his own shop is getting worse day by day.

When it first opened, there were quite a few residents who took advantage of the excitement and went into the store for a stroll.

When you meet a suitable one, you buy one and give it to your children when you go home.

But... as time goes by, most people's freshness has passed, and fewer and fewer customers come to the door.

In fact, the shopkeeper himself knew it in his heart.

This is not something you can control.

After all, besides playing for children, the kites of Kite Workshop can be placed in the sky and used as publicity for shops. What about your own fireworks?

If it is a holiday, there are still many rich people who buy it back for a good start, but who would like to buy this thing that has almost no other purpose besides looking good on weekdays.

According to the young master, this is called the nature of the commodity determines the upper limit of sales.

In the past half a month, he has figured out where the sales of fireworks are going.

"Hey......"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sighed, raised his eyes, glanced at the empty shop, opened his mouth, and wanted to tell the shop assistants to go outside and yell.

However, after thinking about it, I gave up.

After all, the price of these fireworks is not cheap, and it is not enough to attract customers with a few shouts.

But at this time, a young man ran in from the door, with a look of panic on his face, and shouted loudly at the same time: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, something is wrong!"

The shopkeeper didn't take it seriously when he heard this.

The fireworks workshop is already like this, no matter how bad it is, it can go so far.

So, he glanced at the clerk, and said angrily: "Why did I tell you on weekdays, don't panic when things happen, calm down, panic, how decent is it, let others see it, and think that our Fangfu has no rules .”

Hearing this, the guy lowered his head and forced himself to calm down. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "Boss, a group of people came outside and said they were injured by the fireworks in our fireworks shop. Let's pay!"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and then, with a look of surprise on his face, he asked, "How many people are here?"

The guy thought for a while and replied, "A dozen or so people."

Dozens of people?

The shopkeeper was startled for a moment, then a little confused.

During this period of time, the total number of fireworks sold by the fireworks shop was less than twenty. How could more than a dozen people be injured?

Didn't these people come to make trouble?

It's just...in this capital, it seems that my family is the only one in the fireworks business, and the income is not good, and it can even be said to be very bleak. Just like this, how can you still be hostile?

This shopkeeper was originally the steward of Fangfu.

These days, no one who can be in charge in such a noble family as Fangfu is without brains.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that the goal of this group of people should not be their own fireworks workshop, but the Fangfu behind the fireworks workshop.

Thinking of this, a gloomy expression appeared on his face, and he told the boy, "You will go out through the back door later, report to the Beijing Normal University Theater, and say that someone is causing trouble, and ask them to send someone over quickly."

The south of the city is not too close to the Fang Mansion, and it takes at least an hour to go back and forth. When the mansion reacts, it is estimated that the affairs here are over.

However, Fang Mansion has a lot of properties in the south of the city, and if they fail to keep them in order, they will encounter some unscrupulous gangsters making trouble. At this time, Fang Mansion's guards are needed to come forward.

Therefore, at the Jingshi Grand Theater where conflicts are most likely to occur, that is, the square where football leagues are often held, there is always a guard of Fangfu, a total of 50 people.

Except for a very small number of strong men selected from among the victims, most of these fifty people were the guards of the original Fangfu, and the veterans who retired with General Dingyuan. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have experienced many battles.

For some idle hooligans, it is completely a blow to dimensionality reduction, and it is not at the same level at all.

Therefore, for a long time, the ruffians in the south of the city all walked around Fangfu's property.

Whether it is the Beijing Normal University Theatre, Chunfeng Building, Zhuxuanzhai, or our own fireworks workshop, it is all peaceful.

Can......

Chapter 323 Conscience Merchant

At this time, a troublemaker suddenly appeared.

The shopkeeper didn't know what he thought of, with a gloomy expression on his face, he walked out of the fireworks workshop.

As soon as I walked out of the fireworks workshop, I heard a burst of noisy discussions from outside.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a beggar kneeling on the ground, his nose was full of tears and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen burly men standing. With just a glance, one could tell that they must be the caretakers of some wealthy family.

Because the middle-aged man dressed as a beggar cried so miserably that he attracted a large number of passers-by to watch.

Today's Gujing Street in the south of the city is already the most prosperous area in the entire capital, with a huge amount of traffic every day, and there is an endless stream of passers-by.

Although the location of the Fireworks Workshop on Gujing Street is not the most central, it is not so remote. Therefore, after only a short while, spectators surrounded the entire Fireworks Workshop, one floor inside and one floor outside.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper took a deep breath, and then, with a warm smile on his face, he took a step forward.

These people seemed to have already prepared, although the shopkeeper had never seen them, but they recognized the shopkeeper.

Especially the beggar who was kneeling on the ground stopped when he saw the shopkeeper, looked at him with a pair of resentful eyes, then stretched out his hand suddenly, pointed at him, and said loudly: "It's him, it's their fireworks. I'm hurt like this!

What's more, they still don't accept the debt, and they are not willing to pay any money, even the doctor's medical fee is my own! "

When everyone heard this, they began to discuss.

If it was placed in other places and heard this person's accusation, they might have already targeted the fireworks workshop.

But......

They knew in their hearts that this fireworks workshop was the property of Fangfu.

If we talk about which shops in the capital can be called conscientious, these few shops in Fangfu can definitely be ranked.

Although the queuing time is longer and the price is more expensive, the quality of goods and service attitude provided are all ahead of other shops in the capital.

They cannot be equated at all.

Moreover, if something happens, whether it is compensation or an apology, they are all very straightforward.

For example, some time ago, when someone was eating in Chunfenglou, he ate a hair.

In other restaurants, this is nothing at all.

The chef is also a human being, and the body, hair, and skin are the parents. Of course, human beings have hair, and if there is hair, it may fall, and if it falls, it may fall into the food.

This is something that cannot be avoided.

When most of the diners encounter this kind of thing, they just make fun of it, or ask the store to add an extra side dish, and there is nothing wrong with it.

However, I happened to meet a well-known poor scholar from all over the world, and I wanted to make a fuss about it.

In the lobby of Chunfeng Building, he criticized the shopkeeper and the chef, and quoted scriptures, which was a joy to talk about.

In this case, if it is other restaurants, especially restaurants with honorable backgrounds.

Don't need to think too much, it must be without saying a word, regard him as a troublemaker, and hit him with a stick.