Chapter 16 Two Hundred Five ()

Zheng Guofan was not afraid of him on this. Just as the old shop owner Zhao said, if you can run away, the monk can't run away, the abbot doesn't have to beg for someone like you have never seen money. He smiled and shook his hand, then turned his head and ordered Shan Sinan, "Big head, if this gentleman..."

He turned around and looked at Zhao Fuchen. Zhao Fuchen hurriedly said, "I dare not call him the title of young husband, Zhao Fuchen."

"Bigou, you can hear it. From now on, this eldest brother of the Zhao family will come to my home and just take it to my study." He instructed Shan Sinan and called out to the Zhao family brother a few times. Zhao Fuchen said he didn't dare, and he didn't bother with him. Instead, he asked Zhao Fuchen to do something serious, which was to ask Zhao Fuchen to sell his house, which was only more than twenty taels, just sell it.

Zhao Fuchen was a little surprised, and Zheng Xiaoguan smiled. Of course, it is hard to say that he was afraid that the dead ghost Duan Daguan had the background of the eunuch in the palace to cause trouble. He only said that his old housekeeper and his father had a life-long friendship. He was a personal soldier under Qi Shaobao's tent. Since he conquered the Japanese pirates, he fought all the way around and fought. Later, he settled in Daxing and had never returned to his hometown for more than 20 years. As the old housekeepers were getting older, they missed their hometown more and more.

He said this and smiled and pointed to his servant, "My housekeeper, even his son is named Sinan. I also think that the literary style in the south is so prosperous that going out broadens my horizons may be better than studying hard in the county school, so I strongly agree. The uncle has been going to the old place in the Jizhen army for a while, but who needs to bring some things back to his hometown, and pays homage to Qi Shaobao by the way."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Fuchen couldn't help but smack his lips. Unexpectedly, the Zheng family was ruined so much that the old servant in the family was actually from a personal soldier under Qi Shaobao's tent.

At this time, Qi Jiguang's situation was already very difficult. After his backer Zhang Juzheng died, he almost fell into the dilemma of being attacked by the crowd. But this was a matter in the court. The people did not care about this. They only knew that Qi Shaobao and Qi's grandfather were very good at fighting Japanese pirates or Tartars, as long as they took action, they would be invincible and defeated.

Zhao Fuchen concluded that there must be a story in the old housekeeper, but he knew it was difficult to ask the details. Zheng Xiaoguan saw him curious and did not go into details. He just gave him an explanation with a smile, "My housekeeper, he got the direct inheritance of the Songxi Sect of Wudang, and his sword technique is the best under Qi Shaobao's account. During the Taizhou War, he killed a real Japanese warrior. He was a famous Japanese swordsman. He carries a secret book on Japan's swordsmanship. Since then, he has become more familiar with the essence of Japan's swordsmanship. In my book, there is a Taoist priest who subdued demons and used the name of my uncle."

Zhao Fuchen was envious and said in his heart that no wonder he was rumored to be a kidnapped Zheng Guai’s life, and his relationship is the origin of family education and both civil and military.

Why did Zheng Guofan explain these to Zhao Fuchen? In fact, it is just bluffing. Many people think that speaking less and doing more is a virtue. In fact, those who work hard are old ox. Bluffing is the only choice to make a name for themselves in life. For example, children walk on the street with a piece of gold in their hands, giving countless people a bad mind, but children hold gold in one hand and a sharp knife in the other hand. Those who have bad intentions have to consider it.

Zheng Guofan did not want to give others the opportunity to test their human nature, so it would be better to show the knife first. For example, if the old shopkeeper Zhao wanted to rely on his money, he would have to think about it. The old housekeeper in the family was born as a personal soldier of Qi Shaobao, and he must have countless old friends in the army. He might be able to hand over the words in front of Qi Shaobao. If I were greedy for his 300 taels of silver, would it be worth it?

After all, he is too young now, only thirteen years old, and in the eyes of others, he is still a little shitless child with no hair. He is all false. If something really happens, just this ruined family, thirteen-year-old skin, what can he use to fight with others? Therefore, it is necessary to bluff.

Zhao Fuchen quickly patted Zheng Guofan's chest and promised that his family was familiar with the things on the streets of Daxing, and that he would not disappoint his young husband. Seeing that his breasts were very imposing, Zheng Guofan asked him to buy everything and asked him to buy another good horse about five years old, and to book a carriage, and the price would be deducted from three hundred taels of silver.

"I'll ask my brother of the Zhao family to give these things." Zheng Guofan bowed to Zhao Fuchen, and Zhao Fuchen quickly returned the gift, "Don't worry, I will do the matter well and will not miss my little husband's affairs."

The two of them decided, and Zhao Fuchen said goodbye. Shan Sinan sent him to the door. When he returned to the room, he was called by Dad Zheng upstairs. However, he heard Zhao Fuchen shouting the words "Three Hundred and Less" as a basis. Shan Sinan happily explained the whole story to Dad Zheng. He was afraid that Dad Zheng would not believe it, so he went downstairs to bring up a contract for Dad Zheng to see.

Mr. Zheng looked over and over again, not like a scam. He was very moved for a moment. Three hundred taels of silver were not much. In the past, the Zheng family had a wealthy family, but since he had lung disease, it was really worse than that of Wang Erxiao during the Chinese New Year. Later, he even sold his old house. Now, his son earned 300 taels of silver in a few days. Although he had not seen the money, it was enough for Mr. Zheng to be relieved.

As soon as he was happy, he ate an extra bowl of rice tonight. Shan Sinan was extremely happy. While cleaning up Mr. Zheng’s room, he said that our family was about to flourish. The master’s body would definitely be very good by eating and drinking like this. Why do you have to travel thousands of miles south?

Shan Sinan Tong spoke Wuji. He was born in Daxing County. For him, Daxing is his hometown, not like his uncle who can't forget his hometown in Yiwu. What's more, he feels that leaving the county school is afraid of being unfavorable to the young master's studies. He heard that the literary style in the south is so prosperous that he even separates from the northern scholars. If the northern scholars do an article in a stable manner, it will be better if the southern scholars do a good job. However, the southern scholars have to make a bunch of flowers. His young master may be famous in Daxing. When he goes to the southern territory, his talented men are all over the ground, so he is afraid that it will not be rare.

Look at his little face, Mr. Zheng was very happy. Although Mr. Shan was loyal to his master and servant status, Mr. Zheng always treated Shan Sinan differently. He usually called him big head and called him "good son" when he was happy. Now he was very happy to see that he could consider the differences between the scholars of the north and the south. "Good son, I don't know what the fathers you said, but what the good official said makes sense. If the Duan Mansion really retaliated and took his own house to curry favor with the inner prison in the backstage palace of the legendary mid-duan Mansion, our small family in the Zheng family is hard to be a thunder attack. The so-called blacksmith must be strong himself. The good official said it is reasonable. He is only thirteen years old now and can afford to wait. Besides, your father has not returned to his hometown for more than 20 years, so you must also look at filial piety."

Shan Sinan kept his head in a big head, "What the master said is, I also believe that the young master can enter the Imperial College, pass the palace examination, become an official, become a senior official, and finally become a cabinet master."

At this time, the master and servant probably never expected that one of them had a son and a young master in their eyes, but in the end they were powerful ministers who were powerful in the world, and the world was not just the Ming Dynasty.

After serving Mr. Zheng, Shan Sinan went downstairs to boil water and wash the dishes. He then carefully washed his hands with Xiangpanzi. He was afraid of wasting his hands. After washing his hands, he threw the round Xiangpanzi off the water on it before putting it into a wooden box. He ran to the study and looked at it. His young master was burying his head and writing hard. He grinned and thought about it. He went to cook some millet porridge, and put some minced meat in it. He made a big bowl full of oil. He put it in a full bowl. He brought it to the study. Zheng Guofan was numb and hungry. He ate it all over. After a short rest, he felt energetic again. He pulled the paper over and continued to write hard.

The next morning, Shan Sinan practiced two fists and kicks in the yard, and then took the nominal belonging to Zheng Guofan, which actually belonged to him, the little sword. He practiced it in his hand for a long time. He practiced the secret of Yinliu, the secret skill of Cu fencing, the secret skill of Return Sword, the secret skill of the secret skill of the Heavenly Sword, and the super secret sword of the Lan Sword.

The Japanese sword technique developed by the Qi family army after obtaining the Japanese swordsmanship was completely preserved for hundreds of years, and it was not until modern times. At this time, a few people mastered it. Although Shan Chixia improved the swordsmanship, she still used the name of Japanese swordsmanship. These moves were replaced by the Ming Dynasty, namely the lower plate slash, the return stabbing force, the upward force, the battle lane force, the so-called Yinliu secret book, from the perspective of the Ming Dynasty martial artists, there were only a few moves, which were better than the great power and the strong momentum. It was not necessarily true that the tricks were exquisite, but they were not necessarily sharp, but they were complementary with the sharpness of the Japanese swords, which was unique and could be used as a footnote for the stones of other mountains to attack jade.

At this time, due to the peace of the Ming Dynasty, the martial arts of the Ming Dynasty have become more and more gorgeous, and their practicality has become much worse. The most typical example is that the monks in Shaolin Temple went to the battlefield to fight against Japanese pirates and were killed by Japanese pirates. It was not until two or three years later that they learned that the Japanese pirates had a tough and sharp sword, and liked to jump forward and slash in the wind. The monks also learned bad things, and used more than ten kilograms of iron sticks to smash the Japanese pirates' sword first, which changed their fate of being chopped and killed.

Shan Chixia has vision and knows that no matter how gorgeous the moves that cannot be used on the battlefield and cannot be killed, it is useless. Therefore, although she made changes to Yinliu's secret book, she simply did not change the name and taught the Japanese sword technique to her son. Even Zheng Guofan followed the old housekeeper Shan to practice a full moon slash. This is also the reason why he dared to capture a traitor who was the deputy general of the military and Qianhu at the age of thirteen.

He was sweating all over his practice, and then he stopped. He couldn't let go of it and wiped the flanks on his hands with a cloth. He carefully put it around his waist. Then he opened the yard door and used a large broom to clean the yard. When he swept to the door, neighbors asked him about the three hundred taels of silver yesterday.

Shan Sinan was eleven years old and could not hold anything in his stomach. His little face was full of pride. He wanted everyone to know that his young master had written a songbook and sold three hundred taels of silver. After a while, the entire Huaishu Hutong knew that the Zheng family's small official wrote the song lyrics and sold three hundred taels of silver.

It happened that Zhao Fuchen from Deyifang had sent silver early. He wanted to buy a carriage for Zheng Guofan, so he first offered 250 taels of silver. This was quite heavy. It was wrapped in a package of nearly twenty kilograms, and was sweating. Seeing Dan Datou standing at the door with a short knife between his waist and talking to someone, panting and calling him. Shan Sinan heard that he was sending silver, jumped eight feet high, grabbed the package and ran into the yard. Zhao Fuchen naturally had no choice but to argue with the eleven-year-old child. He smiled with the neighbors at the entrance of the Zheng family's yard and followed into the yard.

The young wife was jealous and thought about how much silk clothes she had to buy for the 300 taels of silver, so she couldn't help but complain that her man was incompetent and that some mature men would praise her. Those who were shallow-minded would be jealous. For a moment, Huaishu Hutong was very lively.

Zhao Fuchen sent the money early for a reason. He wanted to discuss with Zheng Guofan. The engraving workers they found in the Deyifang started to carve directly at the Zheng family in the Huaishu contract. Zheng Guofan would carve as much as the engraving workers would write. As long as Zheng Guofan finished writing, they would start printing immediately. In theory, they could print them the next day.

And what about the Zheng family’s house! The Deyi Store offered 30 taels to buy it, which means that the Deyi Store spent 330 taels of silver to buy Zheng Guofan’s book and their house.

Before Zheng Guofan woke up, he rubbed his eyes and heard Zhao Fuchen explain with a smile. Shan Sinan next to him smiled and counted the silver. He counted again and again, two hundred and five.

"Let me give you two hundred and fifty taels of silver first. My husband will see that it is definitely not a good silver. The price of a noble house is thirty taels. Our Deyi Store also bought it. In other words, there are still eighty taels of silver for me, as a carriage, and the more you get, the less you get." Zhao Fuchen spoke at this time, and he was completely a qualified businessman.

"Ah?" Zheng Guofan didn't expect that the house was bought by the person in front of him, so he quickly said: "Brother Zhao, this house is really worth thirty taels, it's expensive, it's expensive."

Zhao Fuchen smiled and shook his hand, "Where is this little husband? If you want to say that this house is our Deyi Shop, we have taken advantage of it. With the luck of our little husband, this house must have good feng shui. In the future, we will treat it as the printing factory of our Deyi Shop. In the future, when the young husband passes the Jinshi and becomes a cabinet master, it may be possible that these thirty taels will become thirty thousand taels..."

Seeing the ordinary-looking young man in front of him talking, Zheng Guofan had to admire him. As expected, people should not behave like a person! This business makes people feel comfortable even if they know that he has made money. If such a person doesn't have any trouble in the future, it's simply unreasonable. It's just... the amount of silver sent is so funny.

He smiled bitterly, "I agree with everything about the suggestion of Brother Zhao's family, but the amount of silver..."

Zhao Fuchen thought he was dissatisfied with the 80 taels of silver, so he slapped his head, "Yes, it's all my fault for my brother." He gritted his teeth and said, "Our carriage has been given by the Deyi Store."

Zheng Guofan grabbed him, laughing and crying, "Brother Zhao's family, I'm wrong. I mean, these two hundred and five sound bad."
Chapter completed!