What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

After dismissing the uncle and his wife, Han Jiao asked his mother if he and his sister were reconciled.

Mrs. Han took a deep breath and said with emotion: "I told her, as a sister, I brought her up almost like a mother, and I want to forgive her for treating me like this, but some things happen, and I can't go back Let’s go, our two families will have less communication in the future.”

"We've been dating for so many years, so it's not too late." Han Jiao said his thoughts: "Mother, since we have a servant girl in our family, you always say that you are tired of being idle, do you plan to do some business to pass the time?" time?"

Mrs. Han asked suspiciously: "You want mother to do business? With your uncle and the others? Mother can't do it!"

"Of course not," Han Jiao explained, "I will make all the preparations for you, as long as you arrange for a buddy to show up when discussing business."

Mrs. Han frowned and said, "You want your mother to be a businessman? Why don't you lose all of our family fortune? Mother doesn't know anything about wood. Your uncle has been working for more than ten years and occasionally misses it. How can mother... ..."

"Not in the lumber business."

"Then what?"

"Glass." Han Jiao smiled.

"What?" Mrs. Han didn't understand.

"Have you seen the large materials used to make glazed decorations?" Han Jiao explained, "My son plans to make something similar to colored glaze."

Mrs. Han looked blank, feeling for the first time that her son was unreliable.

After all, if you are a scholar, if you have anything to do with a businessman, you will probably have a bad nose. Mrs. Han tactfully dissuades: "Those big ingredients are all shipped to our capital from other provinces. How can we compete with them for making a living?"

Han Jiao explained: "It's just that their goods are similar in appearance, but completely different in essence. Their aniseed materials are mainly sold as decorations. My son wants to make an aniseed material that can be used as a utensil, not like theirs. This kind of glass is very strong and can be made into tableware and tea sets, and can even replace window paper.”

That is the western soda-lime glass, and my mother can't understand it in detail. Han Jiao can only summarize the difference between the two.

Although he was busy some time ago, Han Jiao still paid attention to the technological gap between this era and his own, and found such a business opportunity with potential and knowledge.

The idea of ​​making glass has been lingering in his mind for a long time. The most difficult link in it is to purchase a large amount of soda ash, which has to be done in a saline lake.

In ancient times, the salt industry was a monopoly industry of the state, and the by-products were not easy to produce. They needed to go out of their way, so they had to save some capital first.

Mrs. Han still has enough brains, and she still looked at her son without confidence: "Why do you think that the ingredients you make at home are not afraid of hot water?"

Han Jiao smiled and said, "Well, when the finished product comes out, seeing is believing."

Mrs. Han didn't quite believe her son's ability in this area, so she asked reluctantly, "How much money do you want as capital?"

Han Jiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Mother Fang Xin, my son has already made an agreement with my uncle to help him get some more business from the Ministry of Industry. The profit is half of each person, which is enough for capital."

Mrs. Han stood up in fright: "Mother forbids you to do those deeds! If King Yan finds out..."

Han Jiao hurriedly stood up and comforted him: "Don't think about it. To do business with the Ministry of Industry, the selected merchants must have imperial background. This is a customary rule established by the comprador of the Ministry of Industry, and it does not violate the king's law. Moreover, the real big Officials look down on these small businesses. Our opponents are all half-assed fifth-rank and sixth-rank officials. The final choice of the Ministry of Industry depends on the quotation. After earning enough capital, we will have a breakup with my uncle, and as you said, we will draw a clear line with his family and let him do business with ordinary people honestly."

Mrs. Han frowned and said: "Is your uncle willing to suffer? How can you get rid of him if you want?"

Han Jiao calmly promised: "Just rest assured, when the time comes, my son will have a way to ask him to quit, and I will be grateful to my son."

Although she was uneasy, but thinking that her son could settle even the king of Yan and other major court cases, perhaps he really had confidence at the moment, Mrs. Han said: "Then you have to make a utensil that is not afraid of hot water for people to see." Look, mother will believe you."

Han Jiao gave a thumbs up: "No problem."

Ever since Han Jiao figured out the good account of shocking heaven and man, King Yan would send someone to invite Han Jiao to sit and chat with each other in the palace almost every evening.

This made Han Jiao very painful.

It should be because the ancient literati especially loved playing chess.

It's not chess, which Han Jiao knows a little bit about, but Go, which makes Caibi unable to hide!

As a pure Go rookie, every time Han Jiao sat down against King Yan, he had to prepare 1 reasons in advance to avoid playing chess.

Fortunately, after King Yan was rejected seven times, he finally saw that Mr. Han didn't seem to like playing chess very much, so he didn't mention it again in the past two days.

But this is very strange to Yan Wang, and it is very strange to people of this era.

A strategist playing chess and winning thousands of miles at the same time, it is the same as a double-layer hamburger with fat house happy water. It is an inseparable standard. How can a genius not like to play chess?

Therefore, the way King Yan looked at Han Jiao these two days changed from admiration to confusion.

"Gudong", Han Jiao took another sip of water while holding the teacup, tactically avoiding King Yan's gaze, and calmly changed the subject: "I heard that tomorrow is the birthday of His Royal Highness' elder brother."

"Oh?" King Yan said in surprise, "Mister is really well-informed. That's right, tomorrow is my elder brother's birthday, so I won't be able to have a drink and talk with him in the evening."

Han Jiao asked solemnly, "I wonder if all the princes are as close to His Highness as the Nine Princes?"

King Yan was taken aback, looked at Han Jiao, thought for a while, and replied: "This... I can't explain in a few words. My ninth brother is still young, and he has no other thoughts except for playing. The older brother... I must have worries in my heart." More than my brothers."

Han Jiao looked at King Yan suspiciously, motioning him to explain more clearly.

Since the King of Yan treats each other as a counselor, Han Jiao should take the initiative to show his attitude of guarding the gate for his master, which is not considered arrogance.

Seeing that he was so curious, King Yan lowered his eyes and thought about it carefully, then raised his eyes and said: "How about, sir, go to the elder brother's house with me tomorrow to have a drink? You may see the difference better than me when I am in it." understand better."

Han Jiao was waiting for his words: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your love, but my humble minister's status is low..."

"It's not a birthday banquet, it's just a gathering of my brothers, sir don't have to worry about it."

So, in the afternoon of the second day, Han Jiao drove with King Yan to the palace of the eldest son of the emperor, Xie Zhao.

As soon as you enter the inner courtyard, you can see that this birthday party is really just a small open-air party.

All the low tables are placed in the garden next to the lotus pond, surrounding the temporary small stage in the middle.

The singing girl holding the pipa on the stage is adjusting the strings. In the corner of the yard in the distance, there are still props that the troupe will use for a while.

"Yo! Sixth brother?" A tall man suddenly strode over, hugged King Yan in front of Han Jiao, and laughed, "Why are you the first here today? Did you smell the beauties?" scent?"

King Yan's complexion changed, he glanced sideways at Mr. Han beside him, and hurriedly turned his head to wink at his eldest brother, signaling him to be more solemn.

Because it was a private gathering, Han Jiao didn't wear official uniform, and he looked like ordinary people in a dark gown. Xie Zhao thought he was the sixth brother's follower, so he continued to laugh and said, "Brother, I'll make it for you today." Here are some famous Yangzhou skinny horses, you must like them!"

King Yan looked at Mr. Han's expression from the corner of his eye, blushed and pushed his elder brother away, and began to perform in a serious manner: "What kind of thin horse? Drink as much as you want. There is no shortage of good horses in my house."

Xie Zhao was taken aback, he didn't expect the sixth brother to be so pure, and quickly explained: "They are not horses! They are all from Yangzhou..."

"Hey!" King Yan interrupted the eldest brother's explanation with a growl, and said seriously: "Eat wine as long as you eat, don't give me anything else! Let's just eat wine and enjoy the show today!"

The eldest prince Xie Zhaodu was stupefied by the gentleman's sixth younger brother.

Han Jiao on the side was expressionless: "..."

Han Jiao has finished reading the entire stallion essay with several million words. As the male protagonist with big trotters, don't force yourself to be prudish. Han Jiao is mentally prepared for skinny horses and fat horses.

However, King Yan didn't know his old background, Mr. Han had exposed him long ago, he almost pushed and kicked his elder brother away, then turned around, and invited Han Jiao to his seat in a graceful manner.

Han Jiao had no choice but to pretend tacitly that he didn't understand anything, and according to King Yan's instructions, Shi Shiran knelt and sat on the futon next to him.

It seemed that everything was perfect, until several princes walked into the garden one after another.

At this time, Han Jiao subconsciously counted the short seats around the stage.

There are ten...

Just ten princes.

He now occupies a seat.

Is the king of Yan being too big-hearted?

Han Jiao stood up calmly, cleared his throat, pulled out a passing eunuch and asked, "Are there any other short girls? We have an extra guest today."

"Oh?" The eunuch panicked: "Your Highness didn't give an order in advance, please wait, wait!"

Soon, the eunuch led two servants and brought a low table.

The prince has not yet arrived, and the eunuch is not sure whether to increase the seats now, so he asked the servant to put the table in the corner of the yard first, and it will depend on the situation when everyone arrives. After all, His Highness did not order, there is an extra seat for nothing , but it was his fault.

The several princes who were present were chatting with King Yan by the lotus pond, Han Jiao couldn't be bothered, so after thinking about it for a while, he quietly moved the short table in the corner by himself.

Although this short table is only more than half a meter high, it is more than two meters long and is made of solid wood. It is very heavy and requires at least two people to lift it together.

Han Jiao gritted his teeth and moved a few steps away, feeling that his waist was about to break. For the last part of the journey, he walked around and stood in front of the short table, and dragged backwards vigorously.

The exterior paint of the short table was particularly slippery, and there was no force point around the table where fingers could get caught. Han Jiao slipped his fingertips and took a few steps back, unable to stabilize his feet until his back hit an obstacle Up, and then stopped backing.

Luckily he didn't fall down, Han Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the "obstacle" standing behind him, he shook his pantothenic acid arm.

"Where is the injury?"

At a very close distance, the big boss's gentle and murderous voice sounded in his ears.

Han Jiao's swinging arm suddenly froze, with a bad premonition in his heart, and his back leaning against the "obstacle" felt numb for a while.

This "obstacle" feels like a young man's thin chest.

"Do you need me to carry you to the house to rest?" The voice of the big boss became more and more murderous.

Han Jiao quickly straightened up and turned his head, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Duo's pervertedly handsome little white face, staring at him coldly with his light-colored eyes!

"Your Highness?" Han Jiao didn't know how to apologize for a while.

Xie Duo snorted lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's hard for Mr. Han to be able to find my position even with your back on your back."

Han Jiao: "..."

At this moment, the big boss had an indifferent expression written all over his face, "Do you think this king will forgive you by running into this king's arms and pretending to be pitiful? Don't dream".

injustice!in vain!ah!

Han Jiao hurriedly pointed to the table not far away and explained: "There is one seat missing here. I just wanted to move that table over, but it was too heavy, so I accidentally bumped into His Highness!"

Xie Duo squinted at the little prodigy, walked up to the short table with long legs, bent down, and lifted the short table up with one hand!

As if carrying a small bench, Xie Duo strolled back, easily threw the little one between the seats, and turned his head to challenge the little prodigy: "Too heavy?"

Han Jiao: "..."

You can't use your perverted force value to measure the seriousness! ! ! !

I really didn't bump into your arms on purpose!

I'm not wearing Ba Zongwen!Where can such a plot happen!

Boss, can you stop thinking about it!

However, judging from the smug expression of the boss, Han Jiao might not be able to explain clearly.

He had no choice but to step forward, and pushed the table next to King Yan's seat, and placed them side by side so as not to occupy the territory of other princes.

However, after Han Jiao managed to set the table together, he saw that the big boss had a bit of distaste on his face, and couldn't hide a little complacency... Shi Shiran sat down at King Yan's seat!

Han Jiao: "..."

It's over, the boss probably thinks that Han Jiao moved the table desperately, just to sit with the boss like the first time he met in the study room.

Die, die, die!Why did God force him to slap the perverted boss in the face?

That pretty boyish face is obviously not for hitting people, okay?This slap will kill someone!

How to explain this!

Standing next to the big boss, Han Jiao was tongue-tied, before he could think of a way to survive, he suddenly noticed someone walking over from the corner of his eye.

Turning his head to look, he saw King Yan walking quickly towards his seat.

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