Man and wife counterattack

On the carriage, You Xuan put away the contract.

Then I went to a makeup shop.

He Zhuang heard some gossip about the Mu Mansion yesterday, but he didn't know what was going on. He was puzzled and curious, "I heard that several shopkeepers in the Mu Mansion were driven away by Master Mu. What's going on?"

You Xuandao, "I moved out, I don't know."

He Zhuang curled his lips and said, "By the way, I'm going to Nangong Mansion's early winter poetry meeting tomorrow, do you want to go together?" He knew that You Xuan and Nangong Mansion had festivals before, so he added, "Nangong Mansion doesn't know what happened this year. In the past, most of them only invited literati. A few merchants were formerly students taught by Nangongxia. This year, all merchants and literati were invited. Except for Zhuangzhuang, the Chen family and the Hao family all received invitations. .”

However, He Zhuang also guessed about it, and said casually, "It is probably because of the jokes that came out of Nangong Mansion a few days ago, the old master Nangongxia wants to save some reputation."

You Xuan drank water from a teacup, "Go, but I will go with Mu Jue."

He Zhuang rolled his eyes, "Relying on his pen, Mu Jue is now well-known in Lengzhou. He is willing to let you take advantage of him?"

"..." You Xuan glanced at him, and showed He Zhuang the contract he just signed with Ruoxian Embroidery Village, "Ruoxian Embroidery Village has brought me three orders for [-] cloaks. , it will probably be the end of the year, and I plan to do other business."

He Zhuang didn't even look at it, and asked devoutly, "Take me to make a fortune together, Brother Xuan."

You Xuan laughed, "If I don't bring you, I won't tell you."

He Zhuang thought for a while, "Yes, you promised to make a fortune together, but when you planned to start the cloak business, you didn't tell me a word in advance."

You Xuan was speechless, "Your makeup shop doesn't think much of this money."

He put down the teacup and explained, "There are not many rich daughters in Wutong Town, and everyone has no shortage of cloaks. Besides, they are warm and beautiful. There are also big cloaks and fox fur. Everyone just thinks that cloaks are novelty, and they can make some money for a while. .And the makeup shop sells silver jewelry, so it's not suitable. So I didn't tell you."

He Zhuang was in high spirits, "Then what business do you plan to do after the end of the year?"

"..." You Xuan put away the contract and said, "I think there are few ways out in Wutong Town, so..."

Before finishing speaking, the manager of Zhuangzhuang came over and politely interrupted, "Master, the owner has something to tell you."

He Zhuang nodded, and greeted You Xuan, "Let's go to Nangong Mansion tomorrow."

You Xuan said, "Okay."

You Xuan went back to his house, took paper, pen and abacus and started to settle the accounts. He was busy until late at night, and then he washed and went to bed.

The next day.

Knowing that Yu Fangshuo came to knock on the door with large and small bags of luggage, the two attendants were at a loss, let them in first, and then asked You Xuan what he meant.

You Xuan remembered, "... Isn't the house next door vacant?"

Knowing that, he said bravely, "The house next door was used for embroidery by the embroiderers two days ago, and the room is a bit messy, so it needs to be cleaned up first, so, can you put the second young master's luggage with the second young lady first? "

You Xuan felt a little embarrassed, he only remembered that after cooperating with Ruoxian Embroidery Village, the house next door would no longer need to be lent to embroiderers for embroidery, but he forgot to let someone clean it up, "Yes."

He didn't pay attention to what happened next, and asked someone to prepare breakfast. After eating briefly, he started to keep accounts again.

And write new money-making schemes.

After writing for a long time, he forgot the time.

Until Zhi knew that he had the cheek to urge him, "Second Young Madam, it's time to go to the early winter poetry meeting in Nangong Mansion."

You Xuan put away the pen and paper, "Where's Mu Jue?"

Zhizhi said: "Second Young Master, he went to Nangong Mansion early in the morning."

You Xuan changed his clothes and put on the black fox fur before stepping into the carriage.

He bought the carriage yesterday and it cost more than a dozen taels, but the coachman was only hired temporarily for a day yesterday, and today the coachman will be taken care of by an attendant who looks after the gate of his house.

Zhizhi followed his followers, "My name is Zhizhi, what's your name?"

The entourage was busy driving the carriage, "Dahao."

Go away knowingly.

In the carriage, You Xuan was cramming to read a collection of poems, but he couldn't read it. After reading it for a while, he became sleepy, so he also showed "The Peony Fairy" that he just brought along with him.

He has only seen Peony Fairy on stage, but not the original.

When I read it for the first time, I found that the story in the book is more beautiful.

Also very funny and funny.

The carriage arrived at Nangong Mansion and found that there were still many people today.

The daughter of a wealthy businessman, a literati, a scholar and a scholar.

There are also two old Juren with gray hair.

A few middle-aged businessmen recognized You Xuan, and they brought their children over to say hello in a little surprise. They didn't mention You Xuan's delisting from the family tree of the Youjia mansion, and only asked him with a smile where those cloaks in the town were recently. Isn't it all from his hands?

As the saying goes, there is no airtight wall in the world.

You Xuan admitted generously, "I don't have any money left, I want to earn some festival money before the year."

The businessmen laughed. They had cooperated before, and they were not restrained in their speech, and they were generous and hearty. "I can't afford meat at the end of the year, so just come to eat."

You Xuan also laughed.

He Zhuang, who came early, stayed aside, embarrassed and lonely, and quickly winked at You Xuan.

You Xuan saw it, and called He Zhuang's name in a natural tone, "This is my friend, the young owner of Zhuangzhuang, He Zhuang."

One of the merchants thought of something and said in surprise, "When I was drinking with your father a few days ago, he said that some time ago at the Zhuangzhuang... the first moon is round and exquisite. It's called this name. I heard that this is your birthplace." I made a lot of money with my idea. Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the young people are very powerful."

He Zhuang froze, looked at You Xuan in embarrassment, and then said falteringly, "I...well...uh, it's okay."

You Xuan didn't listen carefully, he saw Mu Jue who was looking at him not far away.

Mu Jue was tall, and after he recovered from his illness, his condition also improved. Looking from a distance, he stood out from the crowd, with a handsome face and handsome eyes.

You Xuan said hello, and then went to find Mu Jue.

Mu Jue held a stack of papers in his hand. He came to Nangong Mansion early today, and his former classmates and friends also came. Under the arrangement of Nangongxia, they fought for a while. These are the poems he wrote today. The literary talent is brilliant, and it is a great ride.

You Xuan, who doesn't have much ink, applauded after seeing it, "Amazing."

And He Zhuang is a coward, not very good at talking, and he is very guilty. He has no ability to deal with a few shrewd businessmen on his own, so he was quickly excluded. He stayed for a while, and started talking Backed away.

-

The Nangong Mansion's Early Winter Poetry Club was full of Nangong Mansion's housekeepers who were busy arranging guests.

Mrs. Nangong said she was not sick.

Nangongxia drank some wine when he was fighting poetry, and shamelessly felt that a few days ago had passed, so he went to find Mrs. Nangong, "There are so many guests at the poetry meeting, as my wife, how can you not go?" entertain?"

Mrs. Nangong said with a smile, "Do you think that today's poetry meeting, everyone is here, because they have forgotten the stupid things you did before?"

Doting concubines and destroying wives, even arbitrarily replacing the concubine who was born to the first wife with the illegitimate daughter who was born outside.

This matter has long spread throughout Wutong Town.

Nangongxia lost all face, so he organized the early winter poetry meeting in a hurry, and for the first time, all the businessmen, literati, and poets he knew in the town were invited to participate together, in order to whiten his reputation at the poetry meeting .

Nangongxia endured the humiliation, "Ma'am, I also... apologized, please forgive me, I really know my mistake."

Mrs. Nangong looked at him indifferently, her heart ached like a knife, and her hatred was as deep as the sea, "Go out."

Nangongxia could only leave first.

-

The early winter poems in Nangong Mansion will be very lively, with good tea and wine, the sound of piano and flute, and the fragrance of ink.

Almost every literati, scholar and scholar present wrote a few poems impromptu.

You Xuan watched coldly, this was the first time he watched coldly in such a lively place.

Mu Jue noticed it, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to You Xuan, "What's wrong?"

You Xuan looked away, seemingly casually, as if he was still holding grudges but was too lazy to resent, "A few years ago, Nangongxia also held an early winter poetry fair. At that time, he invited some businessmen, and I happened to have friends coming. brought me here."

He had just taken over Youjia's mess.

So he wanted to pave the way for Youjia and make more friends for Youjia.

So at the early winter poetry conference, he took the initiative to mention Youjia's business and make friends with others, but he never thought that such a simple move would offend Nangongxia, who kept saying that he didn't like the smell of copper, that he didn't like it His poems smelled of copper, and he disliked them, so he and several other businessmen were kicked out in public.

You Xuan insisted, "I am not wrong."

Poetry clubs are meant for communication.

It was Nangongxia who made a fuss over a molehill and was condescending.

What's wrong with him?

You Xuan's tone couldn't tell any joy or anger, "I heard that Nangong Mansion has been ridiculed in the town these days, so I hurriedly invited so many people over here." He paused, and said bluntly, "He Serve it right."

Mu Jue, "I wasn't there that day."

You Xuan understood what he was referring to, said oh, and said, "I know."

He is rarely narrow-minded, and it can be seen that this matter is a big shadow for him. You Xuan said, "At the early winter poetry meeting that day, I still recognize those who applauded and spoke for Nangongxia, and those who stood by him. .”

Not far away, the scholar who had just improvised a poem blew the ink on the paper, looked around, saw Mu Jue was talking to You Xuan, frowned, walked over with the paper, and interrupted them whispered, "Mu Jue, look at the poem I just wrote."

Mu Jue glanced, "Not bad."

The scholar took the opportunity to look at You Xuan, and then said: "Your Excellency?"

"You Xuan."

The scholar smiled and handed the paper to You Xuan, "Can you write poetry? Come and try?"

You Xuan smiled, "Not really."

The scholar pouted, "Then what are you doing here?"