The happy life of a prodigal

What conditions do I have?

If it weren't for the fact that the old man's behavior was still normal, Fang Xiu would have thought he was a dementia patient.

With a dark face, he asked, "Isn't senior wanting to propose some conditions?"

Hearing this, old man Sun showed a look of surprise.

Yes, I have to put forward conditions...

Can......

That's only limited to, the person who talks about business with him is a serious businessman or a child of a family.

Not a shameless scum, the scum of the world.

In front of him, how can I dare to talk about any conditions...

Although the old man thought so, he understood in his heart.

In Goulan, these more than 100 people all rely on themselves to have a place to settle down in the capital and a job to support their families.

Myself... can't give in!

Old man Sun settled down, took a deep breath, and said, "The old man's condition is very simple. After the land deed is sold to the young master, this fence must be kept, and it cannot be used for other purposes..."

Um......

Fairly reasonable.

Originally, this place was also planned to be transformed into a theater.

There is no theater in this era, and Goulan is no different from a theater in one respect.

So...acceptable.

Fang Xiu nodded, and replied: "No problem... I don't know if Senior has other conditions?"

When old man Sun saw that he agreed, he felt relieved.

After thinking for a while, he said again: "Old man... I also hope that the original staff of this Goulan, a total of 120 seven people, can stay in Goulan.

The young master only needs to arrange some jobs for them so that they can support their families. "

The previous condition can be agreed.

Well, this... shouldn't be too much of a problem.

The old man originally thought so.

But in the next second, seeing the 'famous' prodigal son in the capital frowning in front of him, he felt a 'thump' in his heart.

Fang Xiu frowned, thought for a long time, then shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry for not agreeing to this condition."

really......

Old man Sun's vicissitudes of life showed a puzzled look.

The previous condition could be agreed to, why not this one?

Old man Sun thought for a while, and then said: "Young Master Fang may have misunderstood, these guys in the Goulan are all from poor families, and they don't want to make a name for themselves in the capital, they just want to survive.

The young master only needs to pay them one tael of silver every month, and they will be grateful...

Moreover, none of them are lazy people, not to mention they have unique skills, but they also have special skills, and at worst they can do some chores of serving tea and water.

What's more, if the son wants to run Goulan, he also needs singers, dancers, storytellers and jugglers.

These guys in the hook bar know all about it, so you don’t need to go to the trouble to find it..."

What the old man said was sincere, well-founded, and convincing.

I thought that the son in front of me would change his mind, but unexpectedly, he still refused.

Fang Xiu looked at the old man and said: "It's not because I don't want to take them in. Even if I take them all in, it will only cost more than a hundred taels of silver a month. The daily income of the mansion is more than this amount."

Hearing this, Old Man Sun was even more puzzled, and asked, "Why?"

Fang Xiu said: "Because my son's hook...does not raise useless people!

These people can stay in Goulan, but they must play their own value.

If one day, my son feels that some of them are slack and only think about eating and waiting to die every day, sorry, I will never allow him..."

Chapter 87 Miss Yang

Hearing this, Old Man Sun was startled for a moment, and then his expression was complicated.

After a long time, he raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, "If that's the case, I will follow you, Young Master."

So far, there is no better choice.

At the beginning, the purpose of building this fence was for the artisans living on the streets in the capital to support themselves.

If they didn't live up to their expectations and were kicked out of the Goulan by Mr. Fang, it could only be said that it was their own fault, and no one else was to blame.

only......

Thinking of many friends holding his hand and entrusting their children and grandchildren to him before they died, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

Sighing, he said: "Young master, I have a heartless request, I hope that you can keep the 1000 taels of silver obtained from the land deed.

If in the future, a certain clerk can't get into the eyes of the young master, I hope the young master can take out a sum of money from it as a severance fee. "

Old man Sun has no children and grandchildren, and is alone. It is useless to ask for the 1000 taels of silver.

In this way, even if one day in the future, they are driven out of the Goulan, they will not be at a loss.

"This is not a condition, it's just a request from the old man. If the young master doesn't have this willingness, the old man can find someone else."

After thinking about it, old man Sun said again.

Fang Xiu looked at him and thought.

This old man can be regarded as the most benevolent and righteous to these people in the Goulan.

"Since this is the case, the younger generation will keep the 1000 taels of silver on their behalf... There are more than a hundred people in the Goulan. The younger generation thinks that each person has ten taels of silver, how about it?"

Fang Xiu thought for a while and said.

Old man Sun nodded and said: "Since the money is kept by the young master, it is up to the young master how to distribute it. I don't have any opinions."

Although the word-of-mouth of this dandy and prodigal son in the capital is not good, it can even be said...to the extreme.

But for Fangfu, 1000 taels of silver is just a drop in the ocean.

No matter how corrupt this Mr. Fang's character is, he wouldn't even be greedy for ink for the 1000 taels.

As soon as old man Sun finished speaking, Zhang San, the guy from before, came over with a pot of tea.

Fang Xiu picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Although he has no research on tea, he also knows that this tea is not good, it is astringent and bitter in the mouth.

So just take a sip and put it on the case.

But Old Man Sun tasted it with great relish, as if the tea was of the highest quality.

After drinking a cup, he looked at Zhang San who was serving at the side, and ordered: "Go...get the land deed from Goulan."

Hearing this, Zhang San glanced at Fang Xiu subconsciously, then lowered his head, and said "yes" softly.

Then, he walked into the backyard again.

In this era, talking about business is not as complicated as in the previous life. If you are not careful about all kinds of contracts, you will be set up as a trap.

Generally speaking, as long as the two sides of the transaction are settled, the rest will follow suit.

Then, after Zhang San left, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fang Xiu was born in an orphanage in his previous life, so he was not good at dealing with elders who were older than him.

He always felt that these old people, who had experienced all the vicissitudes of life, had seen the fickleness of the world and the warmth and warmth of the world, had an indescribable deterrent force.

Even though his insight, knowledge, and vision are not as good as his own, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Fang Xiu picked up the teacup again and took a sip, trying to pretend to be drinking tea.

But... the taste of the tea is too bitter, with a sour taste.

Not to mention that compared with Fangfu's top quality Longjing, even a big bowl of herbal tea from a roadside tea stand is much better than his.

I really don't know how this old man tastes so much.

Putting down the teacup, a picture suddenly appeared in Fang Xiu's mind.

"By the way, Senior Sun, the singer who performed on the stage before, in my opinion, doesn't seem like a hooker."

Fang Xiu said this very euphemistically, but his meaning was very clear.

The previous singer, no matter her appearance, appearance, or dance, was top-notch. Even in Yirenju, she was the top star in the Qing Dynasty. Why did she become a performer in Goulan?

When old man Sun heard this, his expression didn't change much, and he asked, "Young master said, but Miss Yang?"

Miss Yang...

All her attention was on the stage before, and she didn't ask the people around her for the singer's name.

However, vaguely, it seemed that someone shouted the words "Miss Yang".

Fang Xiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Old man Sun had an expression of 'as expected', and then he showed a dazed look, and said: "It is true, as the young master said, Miss Yang is excellent in both appearance and talent...

I don't know why such a girl would be reduced to Goulan and make a living as a performer, presumably she doesn't want to commit herself to those brothels..."

Don't want to commit yourself to a brothel?

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback when he heard this, but immediately understood.

Although the brothels in the Chu state are divided into Qingmen, they still have to sign a contract of sale with the old bustard.

Even if he wins the oiran in the future, as long as he gets old and looks bad, he will inevitably fall into prostitution.

Therefore, although entering the brothel, you can get more money than in Goulan, be known by more people, and even have the opportunity to become a concubine of a dignitary.

But...for a woman with integrity in her heart, it is still a last choice.

Come to think of it, this girl Yang came to the capital not just to earn money, but for other purposes.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, looked at Old Man Sun, and asked, "Does Senior Sun know where Miss Yang is from?"

Old man Sun shook his head and said: "Miss Yang only appeared in Goulan three days ago, I only know her surname is Yang, and I don't know anything about the rest.

However, every day at noon, Miss Yang would come to Goulan to perform on stage. By this time tomorrow, the old man can ask for the son. "

Fang Xiu arched his hands and said: "In that case, I will trouble Senior."

He was interested in this girl Yang, not because of lust.

But for the opening of the theater, a very attractive headliner is needed to attract the attention of the people in the capital.

This Miss Yang's figure, appearance, and dance are all top-notch, and she is not inferior to Lin Wanqing, the number one young lady in Yirenju.

Relying on the methods I have learned by ear and eyes in later generations, as long as I make a little hype, I will definitely be able to praise her as the number one beauty in the capital.

At that time, even if there are no good programs for the time being, the eyes of the people in the capital can be attracted to the theater first.

In time, the reputation of the theater will increase, and then various new programs that have never been seen in this era will be launched, and the theater will not be profitable?

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu couldn't help feeling much happier. Even the hard-to-drink tea tasted different.

At this time, Zhang San had already walked out of the backyard and walked in front of them.

Holding a dilapidated title deed in both hands.

"My lord..."

Zhang San looked respectful and handed the title deed to old man Sun.

Old man Sun took over the title deed, read it hastily, and handed it to Fang Xiu, saying: "This is the title deed in Goulan here, please take a look at it..."

Chapter 88 Theater

After receiving the title deed, he only glanced at it and put it in his arms.