[Red House] Men's clothing

"When I was young, I used to travel around the world in micro-clothes, watching the great rivers and mountains. Now in summer, when there is nothing to do, you should take people to go outside and have a look." The emperor lay on the couch, shaking a handful of Xiangfei bamboo Fan, Youyou and Situ Yue recall the past.

"Originally, my grandson didn't plan to do this, but after what you said, I'm a little moved."

"Go ahead. Traveling thousands of miles is worse than reading thousands of books. Bring Fuyuan and Fuhong with you so that they can learn a lot. Know how difficult people's lives are. This is also a blessing for our family."

The more Situ thought about it, he nodded in agreement.

The emperor went on tour in micro-clothes, and it became a big deal who stayed in the palace.The more Situ thought about it, the more Chengyue's name change made sense.So he entrusted the government to the emperor and Chengyue, took his nephew and pretended to be a merchant, and went south.

Halfway, turn southwest.Fuyuan didn't understand very much, "Uncle, aren't we going to Guangling? I heard that the scenery there is very prosperous. Why did it change to the southwest? Where are we going?"

"Into Sichuan. I heard that there is a kind of medicine in the depths of Sichuan. If you take it, your limbs will become stiff... Uncle suspects that your grandfather fell for this medicine."

It is said that after Chengyue lost his eyes when he became a father at fifteen, he calmed down a lot, but Fuyuan began to become nervous.It seemed that the burden of the family fell on his shoulders all of a sudden. He still remembered that the late emperor pressed him every step of the way. Although he was living a prosperous and happy life now, he was thinking more.The reason is that on the one hand, I have grown up and know how to think more comprehensively. On the other hand, it is the habit left by the shadow of childhood.Even if Cheng Yue knew, he wouldn't say anything more, he felt that this could stimulate Fu Yuan's fighting spirit, and Situ Yue felt that Fu Yuan's mental health would be unhealthy if he continued like this.

Originally, the emperor was a profession that was prone to change. After a long time, Fuyuan didn't know what it would become.

"Did your father tell you? That day I carried him on my back and led your Aunt Qin, and we groped forward in the dark and secret passage. At that time, I was only three or four years old. I don't remember. But my uncle still remembers that his heart beat faster at that time, and a heart could jump out of his chest. Your father was crying on his uncle's back, and Qin Chang wanted to go back to find her mother. That night, every night before my uncle was ten years old It was a nightmare every time I dreamed it. Up to now, this nightmare is still accompanied by my uncle, in the Chongzheng Palace, I also dreamed that your grandfather scolded your uncle for being an unfilial son, why did you not avenge him after so long."

Situ Yue let out a sigh of relief, but Fu Yuan understood, "The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable. Naturally, we want revenge."

"Who should I report to?"

"...Naturally an enemy..."

"Where is the enemy?"

Fuyuan stopped talking, and then remembered again, "Do you have a clue?"

"It's a little bit. This matter will be settled soon. In the past 30 years, my uncle has never missed the matter because of this. There is no place to pour out the bitterness. Let me tell you today. After all, you are the eldest grandson of your grandfather. You should Those who know should know."

Fuyuan made a respectful hearing.

"Your grandfather is not wise. According to ethics, a son never speaks of his father's mistakes. However, you can't blindly beautify the grandfather you have heard about. What kind of person is your grandfather? Back then, your uncle's grandmother was the first wife of the palace. , a 54-person sedan chair was carried into the palace from the royal road. She was the daughter of a noble family in northern Hebei. Canonized as the crown prince, he was pampered since he was a child, and this pampering has intensified since the death of his uncle's grandmother. He has whipped ministers, played tricks on the clan, and sometimes even made his own father furious. However, he is used to pretending, In front of the masters, Corporal Lixian pretends to be a wise prince. In front of his younger brothers, he pretends to be a good brother, but he bullies them when he turns around. Unlike you, you are not as naughty as he is, obedient and obedient, aren’t you? Similarly, he has never encountered any difficulties in his life. If something goes wrong, someone will naturally come forward to deal with it for him. But you are not, you have experienced hastily leaving the palace, and you have also experienced ups and downs. So, you will not think about how to deal with it. Do what you want. But your grandfather is willing to do what he wants, and because he does what he wants, it has become his death talisman, which is called killing."

Fuyuan thought for a while, "You said, the person who attacked was from our family?"

"Yes, people in our family. It's not what you think. Your uncles just stood by and watched. It was uncle's uncle's lineage who did it."

"Back then, the abolished king, Situ Mo, colluded with the clan king. Could it be that there are still people hiding..."

"Uncle said so much, not to tell you to be on guard against your younger brothers, but to tell you how to be a person. How to be a prince. A person who can't even trust his brothers, who can he trust? If you feel that your brother is coveting the position under your ass, you should first think about how to clear the obstacles, because then you will never become a holy son of heaven, what should a holy son of heaven do? You should reflect on what you did not do well, Then take measures. Just like your grandfather, he should reflect on what he did not do well, which caused his death, but he didn't even have a chance to reflect."

Regardless of whether Fuyuan listened or not, Situ Yue held his neck, "Fuyuan, there are many things in this world that are easy to do, and many things are difficult to do. But the easiest thing is To make money, exchange silver taels for things, and then exchange things for silver taels. This process is easy. Along the way, uncle will give you a test, give you 20 taels of silver, and prove to uncle that you can handle errands well. Before returning to Beijing, Earn 200 taels back."

The next day, Fuyuan was sitting on the shaft of the carriage, next to him was the fat Zhudan, and the two brothers were next to each other. Fuyuan's eyes were fixed on the shops on both sides, not daring to miss anything.

Zhu Dan was so shocked by his seriousness that he didn't dare to speak, so he could only hold his candy painting and lick it non-stop.Looking at both sides of the carriage, listening to the countless cries, and looking at Fuyuan beside him, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Brother Hong," Fuyuan turned around and saw Zhu Dan licking a piece of sugar painting, "Hey, I remembered, we sell sugar, I heard from the masters that Sichuan produces sugar, so we sell sugar."

Zhu Dan sluggishly added a mouthful of sugar painting.

Because Fuyuan was going to sell sugar, Situ Yue personally led him and Zhu Dan to a mountain, "Uncle will not make it difficult for you to find the source of goods, since you want to do this and think you can make money by doing it , we will do as you say."

The local farmers cut down a few bundles of sorghum rather than sugarcane straw and carried them to the stone mill. The two stone mills were turned into a simple juicer. It is slag, the juice is left in a clay basin, at night, a tank of juice is saved, and the juice is boiled on a high fire. In the middle of the night, the tank of water becomes half a pot of water, and it tastes sweet sweet taste.On another day, the stalks were chopped, juiced, and boiled. After five days, the thick and unstirable syrup was poured into the mold, showing a dark color.After solidification, it is sugar.

"Why isn't it snow white?" Fu Yuan was puzzled when he saw it.

"Brother, the snow-white ones are tributes. We have boiled sugar all our lives, and we have never seen what tributes are like."

Although it was difficult to accept, the two brothers went down the mountain with sugar. It was just a small bag, which was about 20 taels of silver to buy.

Situ Yue led people to follow them not too far away. On a hot day, the two of them hawked on the street together. Those who heard them were unwilling to buy this thing at all. After hawking for a day, when they returned to the inn, the two of them were very wronged. I opened the thick paper that wrapped the sugar, only to find that the sugar had melted.

Fu Yuan immediately dropped tears, and Zhu Dan felt aggrieved even more. He was aggrieved, and he must have cried heartbreakingly, counting on Situ Yue to hug him and coax him.

"What do you want to do with the leftover sugar?"

"My nephew hasn't figured it out yet. Didn't uncle say that making money is the easiest thing? Why is it so difficult to make money? My nephew and brother Hong have traveled all over the streets and alleys, and their voices are hoarse. Why do some people even watch Don't even take a look?"

"Making money is indeed the easiest thing. Because being an official is more difficult than making money. If you lose money today, it will harm your family. If you become an official and do something wrong, it will harm more than one family. It is possible It is one city and one place. When doing things, think comprehensively, and think comprehensively, not looking forward and backward. Take your sugar sale as an example. First of all, sugar is something that you eat every day. It is not precious, but for those who can buy private salt For people who don’t buy official salt, sugar is nothing more than a sweet mouth. It can’t satisfy your hunger, it can’t cure your disease, and it’s useless to buy. However, the existence of all things is reasonable. Since many people think that it’s useless, why still buy it? Does it exist? Some people will eat it, and you sell it. In the streets and alleys, ordinary people are unwilling to buy it, but why don’t they go to restaurants and restaurants, why don’t they sell it at the back door of the dignitaries’ homes? They are the ones who can afford it Just like you, what you eat is tribute sugar. You have never seen this kind of brown sugar, and you don’t find it sweet. I mean, do you understand Fuyuan? What kind of people are you facing and what are you going to do? , you have to think of a way to find the key points and weaknesses, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort and remember today."

Fuyuan wrote it down respectfully.

"Father, what about this candy?" Zhu Dan put a little bit into his mouth with his little finger, "Have we eaten today?"

"Don't eat, this is the product that came in with the money that father lent your elder brother. You will continue to sell sugar tomorrow. You choose your own path. There is no room for regret."

"But the sugar is sticky? It's all melted."

"Brother Hong, if we change places to sell tomorrow, we will be able to sell." Fuyuan is very confident.

Situ Yue looked at the young Fuyuan and smiled slightly, you'd be a ghost if you could sell it.

The author has something to say: I met a person who recommended costume photography when I went down and recommended it to me for a long time. orz, it's all that bare chest and thigh style.I really don't understand, what kind of costume photos are you taking when you are like this, you should take hot pants and short sleeves, at least the latter still shows your arms.

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