[Red House] The First Imperial Merchant

Chapter 1

In the autumn of the 23rd year of Daqing, there was heavy rain, and Xue's mansion in Jinling.

Mrs. Xue Wang looked anxiously at the gate frequently. The girl next to her saw her, handed her some tea obediently, and said with a clever smile, "Mom, don't worry, you can't go wrong with my elder brother's easygoing look." " After that, he looked at his older brother who was drinking tea with a smile on his face.

Xue Pan was drinking tea, and when he heard his sister making fun of him, he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, "I'm not doing my best. I tried my best at the beginning, but now it's all up to God to reward me." Having said that, his demeanor was relaxed, even It won't be the top few but it won't lose the election either. He comforted Aunt Xue who had been anxious for three days and said, "Mum, don't worry, although I don't dare to ask Dazhong to understand Yuan, but I won't miss it."

"You have a domineering temper!" Xue Wang spat on her son, and scolded with a smile: "Just now I said that God rewards the meal, but now I'm showing it." Slightly sighed, "Your father only went there, and you have such a temper all day long. It's hard to control a monkey for a day, and I, a woman, can't persuade you with a few words, and your sister is young, alas!" Recalling his son's domineering appearance before, Xue Wang couldn't express the feeling in his heart, her husband After going to the entire Xue Mansion, her son was the top door, but her son's temper really worried her.

Xue Baochai saw her mother's expression was a bit gloomy, she chuckled twice, like flowers falling in the wind, fresh and pleasant, "My brother's life is blessed with great blessings, mother doesn't have to think about the past, and the future will only be good."

"What my son said is true." Xue Wang rubbed the center of her brows, dispelled her sorrow, and said, "Seven years ago, your elder brother also passed by Lord Yan, and after he recovered, the luck of Fuze could not be stopped. Yes, what is it called here?"

"No Ji Tai!" Xue Baochai answered.

The two girls sat and chatted intimately. Xue Pan held a teacup to his lips, showing a smile that was incomprehensible. Seven years ago!The tea in his mouth was slightly cooler, and the bitterness dissipated. Xue Pan lifted his spirits and thought about what to do. Since God gave him a new life, he should live and live happily. As for the original owner, there was nothing he could do. In other words, Xue Pan was out of breath for a full quarter of an hour. It was not that he took the life of the Lord. As for the mother and sister of the Lord, he naturally took good care of them. After seven years of getting along, they are already a family. .

The atmosphere in the hall is harmonious and happy, and the bean-sized rain outside the hall is tinkling.Outside the gate of the Xue Mansion, Xue Qing was covered in rain, in a state of embarrassment, his eyes were shining brightly, his teeth were white, and he ran happily inside, shouting that he had been hit--

The servant girl in the yard heard this, with a beaming and proud look on her face.

All the way from the outer courtyard to the inner courtyard, there was a lot of commotion. Xue Wang, who was talking and laughing with Xue Baochai just now, also heard the commotion, and listened, and there was a silence in the hall, "Son, is Xue Qing back?"

Xue Baochai heard it too, and nodded again and again, "Mom Xue Qing is back, and she seems to be shouting 'I got hit'!"

"My son!" Xue Wang couldn't sit still, and kept looking at the door.

There was a curtain hanging at the entrance of the flower hall, and Xue Qing knelt outside the curtain covered in rain, knocked his head three times, and said in a loud voice: "Mrs. Dafu, the young master is hit----"

When Wang Xue heard it, her head was dizzy, and her body was in a trance for a while. Xue Pan hurried forward to help her, and said, "How is Mom?" He was overjoyed, and before drinking the tea, he said again and again: "Come in and answer, come in and answer!"

The maid outside the door closed the curtain, Xue Qing bowed his head and knelt down in the middle of the hall, invited Ann, and said crisply: "Master, I know Yuan, congratulations, Mrs. Wanfu, Miss Wanfu!"

Jie Yuan! ! !

Xue Wang's brain was not enough, and she was dizzy again. She held Xue Pan's arm tightly with one hand, and whispered 'my son, my son'... Xue Baochai Pass it to Mrs. Xue's chest, and the maid next to her is handing tea and warm handkerchiefs.

Xue Pan comforted Aunt Xue with a few words, and with a smile, said to Xue Qing who was on the ground: "Everyone in the house will be rewarded with half a year's monthly money. Xue Qing, go to the counting room to get an extra year, go down and change clothes!"

Xue Qing kowtowed several times, wiped the rain from his face, and retreated.It didn't take a moment for Xue's mansion to be filled with joy.

After Xue Wang's breath was relieved, he could speak smoothly. There was a master in their family, holding Xue Baochai's hand, tears streaming down, "My son! Your brother knows Master Yuan well, Your future marriage will also--"

"Mom!" Xue Baochai said in a soft and coquettish voice, "Of course I am happy that my brother won the Juren, not because of my marriage, but because our Xue family will never allow anyone to talk about cheap businessmen anymore."

Xue Wang was stunned for a moment, unable to understand how her daughter would say such a thing, but Xue Pan who was next to her knew why Xue Baochai said that, but Xue Baochai remembered what a scholar said unintentionally during the Lantern Festival last year.Scholars, agriculture, industry and commerce, at the end of the Shang Dynasty, are indeed lowly industries. The Daqing Dynasty has always tried to belittle commerce. Fortunately, this dynasty did not have the rule that the three generations of family businessmen are not allowed to be officials. Otherwise, how could Xue Pan take the imperial examination ?Even without this rule, Xue Pan had to work hard on the word "imperial merchant" if he wanted to climb the imperial examination road.

Xue Pan was selected as a scholar when he was 14 years old. Any wealthy and famous family can spend some money to donate the reputation of a scholar, but Xue Pan is not. From then on, he trusted his son very much, and after that, he split up and went to the imperial business and gave Xue Biao the title... Xue Pan then devoted himself to books, and Xue Wang was naturally happy when he saw it. , so what if there is more money?The daughter is as beautiful as a flower and has a good temperament and appearance, but when it comes to finding a husband, what does the matchmaker introduce? !Xue Wang's heart still hurts when she thinks about it. Now that her son is promising, her daughter's marriage is not in a hurry. No matter how stable it is, now that her daughter is 14 years old, it will be too late for her son to look for marriage after his son finishes his exams in the spring of next year. As long as his son has a way out, The daughter's marriage is naturally not worrying.

Xue Wang's calculations were loud, so Xue Pan naturally didn't know. It can be seen that his mother no longer talked about his younger sister's marriage, so he was relieved. In his opinion, his younger sister should stay for a few more years.

On the fifteenth day of the year, it snowed heavily.

Xue Pan closed the letter, frowning slightly, contemplating for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote down, pondered over a few more strokes, and simply wrote a new letter.

The scarlet curtain flickered, Xue Pan looked up at the door, saw someone coming, and said with a smile: "You are not afraid of the cold in this cold day!"

"Brother!" Baochai smiled coquettishly, and said, "Mom asked the kitchen to cook soup, and I'm here to deliver it."

The room was warm, Baochai went to pass the cloak to Chunhan, took the tray from Yinger himself and put it on the round table in the study, when Xue Pan saw it, put down the pen in his hand, took the white paper and wrote the half-written letter After pressing down, he walked to the round table, stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a smile: "If it's snowing, let the servant girl bring it—"

"Brother thinks I'm in the way of you?" Baochai raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of arrogance, Xue Pan laughed when she saw it, and said, "Don't you feel sorry for my sister?"

There was a cup of hot soup on the table, and Baochai was about to scoop it into a bowl, Xue Pan waved his hand, "I'm just taking this and drinking it!"

"My brother's temper has not changed." Baochai handed Xue Pan the white spoon.

Xue Pan drank the soup and listened to his younger sister making fun of him. The cup was originally small and dainty, the size of a palm, and he had to scoop it into the bowl with a spoon.Xue Pan drank a cup of soup cleanly, took the handkerchief from Baochai, wiped his mouth, and said, "I will spoil this handkerchief again, brother will give you a good one someday."

"It's just a handkerchief, it's nothing to wipe my brother's mouth." Xue Baochai said indifferently.

Xue Pan didn't argue, put his handkerchief on the table, and said with a smile, "Is it for a letter from the capital?" He got up immediately, and went to the desk drawer to take out an opened letter, "Hey, just read it." "Xue Baochai took the letter, lowered his eyes, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became, he slapped the letter on the table, his cheeks flushed, and said angrily: "Aunt Jia, what does this mean?! We are eating her Jia Is the man from Jia's mansion still drinking from her Jia's mansion? What nonsense is said in this letter, brother's Xie Yuan didn't come from her reputation in Jia's mansion!"

Xue Pan was already angry, but now thinking of the content on the letter paper, it is only funny. What his aunt said was clear about what he said, and he was short of telling them in black and white that the Xue family lost the name of the imperial merchant. His fame and status as Jie Yuan and his bright future in the future depend on the Jia family.

The letter was delivered to him on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and I thought it was funny when I read it. What did Mrs. Wang think, that she could put on such a big face? Isn't it just a few days ago that Jia's mansion came out with a noble concubine?When he first learned that he had traveled to the Red Mansion, he made up his mind not to go to Jia's mansion. Although he hadn't read the original work intensively, he also knew that Jia's mansion in the capital did not end well, and now he would not take the initiative to go to Jia's mansion. But I couldn't bear the initiative to write invitations.

"You two go down first." Xue Pan waved his hands, and Chun Hanying'er retreated to the door in response.

Seeing no one, Xue Baochai said angrily: "Brother Daqing Dynasty, who knows that there will be an exam in March in the spring, but Aunt Jia is 'hospitality'. In the letter, the left line says that my brother is good at it, and the four major families are in the same voice, and the right line says that it will be soon when we arrive in the capital." Living in Jia's mansion, if we really thought about our elder brother in the past, how could the time of this letter be so accurate? It would be better if we arrive in the capital and send a few girls to pick it up at will, which would save trouble!" Xing's eyes widened angrily, "Since my elder brother separated the family and put the name of the imperial merchant, the gift list of Jia's mansion has become thinner and thinner in recent years, not to mention that in the first few years, there was no correspondence except for a letter of reprimand. My elder brother didn't say hello to me when he became a scholar, but now he's coming up and acting like a good aunt---"

Xue Pan squeezed his younger sister's angry face, "You are getting more and more unforgiving with your mouth now!" The voice changed, "I have a concubine in my stomach, can we not be able to climb high?"

"Puchi!" The face that was still flushed with anger just now suddenly laughed, covering her mouth, Xue Baochai said happily: "My brother also said that my mouth is not forgiving, just one sentence of my brother's is worth ten of my words." Eyebrows raised slightly, As if thinking of something, Xue Baochai sarcastically said: "The imperial concubine is precious, I will definitely congratulate my aunt when I arrive in Beijing, so that I can have a grandson in the coming year."

Emperor Pingkang is now sixty-two, and he used to be a flirtatious man. Even though he was served by an imperial doctor, his body was emptied early. Now he has three sons, and the youngest is eight years old. There is not a single flower-like woman in the harem all these years Yu Yuenze is pregnant with Longzi.

"You are only fourteen, you don't look like a little girl at all." Rubbing his sister's head, the originally beautiful bun was messed up, Xue Pan calmly withdrew his hand, and said without looking directly: "This time Shangjing, you spend more time with your mother, our good aunt is very 'missing' of our Xue family, especially the money earned by the title of 'Imperial Merchant'..." The concubine wants to visit relatives, right?If you want to build a garden for visiting relatives, you need money!The skinny camel is bigger than the horse, his good aunt will not really just miss them! "Xue Zhong sent a letter today. The mansion in Beijing is almost the same. If you don't like to live in Jia's mansion, let's live in your own courtyard." There used to be Xue's property in the capital, but it was much older. So Xue Zhong was sent to renovate the garden. They couldn't stay there for a long time, and the repair project was huge. They arrived in the capital at the beginning of February. When it was officially cold, the new house was naturally unavailable. Besides, he wanted to live outside, I'm afraid it was his good My aunt will definitely make excuses to keep her.

Xue Baochai was in business with Xue Pan when he was a child, and with a flexible mind, he understood Xue Pan's meaning after a little thought, and nodded to express that he would take good care of his mother.

After the two brothers and sisters talked for a while, Xue Baochai left in his cloak.

The snow fell even more heavily outside the window, Xue Pan shook his head and smiled, how time flies!Then he sat down at the desk, read through the half-answered letter just now, and wrote the book.

The author has something to say: I always thought that 521 was the day when I love you. Little Chrysanthemum decided to write an article today to combat her procrastination and laziness. She also expressed her love to everyone on this day, thank you for supporting Chrysanthemum (*￣3 ) (ε￣*)

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