The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 7: The family has a surplus of food

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A group of guards and a carriage left Linjiang City at dawn and headed towards the lower village.

There were two masters and servants sitting in the carriage. The master was naturally Dong Shulan, and the servant was Xiaoqi, one of the personal maids she brought with her on this trip.

Xiao Qi peeled an apple with a small knife and handed it to Dong Shulan, and asked: "Miss, I don't understand very well. Yesterday, the four major cloth merchants and the three major grain merchants of Linjiang Poetry Society came uninvited... This is obvious. I think I want to give up. If Miss Quji had given me another greeting last night, the cloth merchants' alliance would have completely collapsed. Of course, we can negotiate whatever we want about this price."

Dong Shulan gnawed on the apple and said with a smile: "My little flag is making rapid progress, but... think about it again, if I wrote down a greeting note to Xiang Qu last night, in the eyes of those old foxes , am I a bit impatient? Also, don’t forget that Qu Sumei, the second daughter of the Qu Ji family’s head, Qu Shanglai, is the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, and the eldest son of the Zhang family’s eldest family is also determined to be married to the eldest son of Liu Ji’s eldest family. Marriage. The son of the Huang family's side wife married the eldest daughter of the grain merchant Yang Ji... There is a network here. The interests of these merchants are tied together through marriage. Do you think it can be broken easily? ”

Dong Shulan shook his head and said lazily: "In the past two months, what they have shown is just what they want me to feel."

Xiao Qi frowned and took a few breaths, then asked: "So, those concessions were actually discussed with each other?"

"Not necessarily. They also have their worries. After all, I only want one cloth merchant and grain merchant. The pie is so big. Whoever can eat it is the winner. In the face of big enough interests, the in-laws This relationship will not be strong."

"Then what's the significance of our trip to Xiancun to meet the Fu family?"

"First of all, let them dry out. Secondly, I am telling the three major grain merchants that since they don't take the initiative, then I will directly remove the salary from the bottom of the cauldron."

"What if the Fu family doesn't pick up the call?"

"Yes, the Fu family has thousands of hectares of land in Linjiang, and the grain produced accounts for 20% of Linjiang. If the Fu family becomes an imperial merchant, their food will basically be enough for his father to dispatch to the south. Maybe their profits It will be less, but the name Huangshang is the main thing. I don’t believe that Fu Daguan just wants to be a big landowner in Linjiang and doesn’t want to run something else.”

Dong Shulan did not say that she had received a handwritten letter from her father. She was a little confused about how this big landowner in Linjiang got to know his father.

Of course this was just curiosity, the main thing was that she made her attitude clear and made the three major grain merchants in Linjiang City suspicious.

Even if the Fu family refuses to accept it, as long as the Fu family remains ambiguous about the outcome of the trip, it will be enough to throw the three major grain merchants into confusion.

It is also very simple for the Fu family to express their attitude. His stupid son has really offended her.

Daguan Fu only has such a son. As long as he can get a handle on his son, Daguan Fu will have no choice but to obey his orders.

So this trip, from the moment she left Linjiang, she had already won.

……

Xiacun, Xishan Villa.

"Master, Master!"

Chunxiu took the two pieces of paper and ran towards Fu Daguan.

"Why are you so worried?"

"Master, Master, Master is the star of Wenqu who has descended to earth!"

Fu Daguan stopped and was stunned. Wen Quxing...it seems that this has nothing to do with his son.

"Look, sir, these are the two poems that the young master wrote last night."

Fu Daguan felt nervous, "Show me...this word...these two poems, are they really written by me?"

"Yes!" Chunxiu nodded firmly, and added: "Last night, my servant was sharpening ink for the young master. The young master thought about it for three breaths and then filled out the first Nangezi. At that time, the servant... was not very good either. I believed it, so the young master immediately wrote a second song, but it didn’t have a title.”

Fu Daguan held the two pieces of paper and looked at them over and over again. His hands were trembling slightly, his face was red, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

"My son...my son, this is, this is...accumulation!"

Chunxiu was very happy inside, "Yes!" She nodded firmly.

In this era, the style of writing is strong and the status of literati is high. If a talented person comes out of someone's family, it is a great thing.

The Fu family is the richest man in Linjiang, but the three generations are good at business but lack in literary talent.

Being uneducated means not having a rich family background, and is a profit-seeking businessman in people's eyes - the status of a businessman is extremely low, even if he has a huge fortune, in the eyes of the world, he is just a stinker and inferior to others.

In order for Fu Xiaoguan to be a little bit literary, Fu Daguan tried his best and finally gave up - because it turned out that Fu Xiaoguan was really not a student.

Fu Daguan didn’t say anything, but he felt regretful in his heart.

He never thought that this early spring show would bring him such a big surprise. This is really... God's eyes were opened!

"God has opened his eyes! My son, my son, has a future!"

"Go to Xiacun to frame these two paintings. We need the best craftsmen. This is a testimony to my son Wenchang. Don't be careless."

"Okay."

Chunxiu took the order and ran out happily. Fu Daguan walked back and forth in the corridor, his mood was surging and could not calm down.

I will return home from this trip to pay tribute to Yunqing!

Where is my son? I have to go to Haosheng and ask.

Fu Xiaoguan has finished his morning training and is sitting on the stone pier of the martial arts training ground watching Bai Yulian play with the knife.

The sword's wind is fierce, its power is fierce, and it has everyone's style.

For half an hour, Bai Yulian put away her sword and sat side by side with Fu Xiaoguan.

"Can I practice this thing?" Fu Xiaoguan held the knife and weighed it. It was a little heavy, and he estimated it to weigh about thirty pounds.

Bai Yulian shook her head, took the wine naan from her waist and took a sip. It was filled with Xishan nectar.

"First, practicing martial arts does not happen overnight, especially internal strength. As you get older, your body bones are basically set and there is no great plasticity."

"Secondly," Bai Yulian glanced at Fu Xiaoguan, "your body is too weak. Even if you swing a sword, you don't have enough strength and momentum. What this sword needs is indomitable domineering. Who else can give me the energy? God, you have thin arms and legs..." Bai Yulian shook her head again, "No way."

"Finally, if you are a young master from a big landowner and you live a life of wealth and leisure, why do you practice martial arts? This is a hard job, and it doesn't happen overnight."

Fu Xiaoguan stood up with the knife, shook the blade, walked a few steps and swung the knife a few times without any order, then came back.

This body is indeed too weak, and I feel powerless after just a few cuts.

Putting down the knife and sitting down, he asked again: "I don't want to become a peerless master, I just want to practice my internal skills... being able to fly is enough."

Bai Yulian was silent for a moment, "My internal strength is to coordinate with the sword technique, and the domineering way I follow is too much for your body to bear."

Fu Xiaoguan nodded slightly disappointedly. Bai Yulian thought for a while and then said: "I am from the Daoshan lineage of the four major factions in Jianghu. There are also Jianlin, Taoist school and Buddhist sect. Among them, the most The ones that are suitable for you are actually the Taoist school and the Buddhist sect, because their internal skills are basically soft and mellow. The two sects of Daoshan and Jianlin are mostly about killing, and their internal skills are strong. Of course, if you practice them from a young age, you can. ...You practice now, it’s nerve-wracking.”

"There's no rush, this body is really weak, I need to nurse it back for a while. Xiaobai..."

"Don't call me Xiaobai!"

"Oh, okay, Xiaobai, this is what I think. When I return to Linjiang, I will leave all the guards in the house to you and train them desperately. Of course, I don't mean to train them into green forest masters who can fight one against ten. Level, that’s fine, how about it?”

Bai Yulian looked at Fu Xiaoguan's handsome face, tied the wine bag around her waist and stood up.

"You are more beautiful than me, but don't think you are so beautiful."

After saying that, he turned around and left. Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and laughed dumbly.

This guy is a master. Of course, a master has the dignity and demeanor of a master. This guy is also a treasure house. Fu Xiaoguan will not be willing to dig out something, but this matter cannot be rushed. Boil a frog in warm water and see if I don't boil you to death!

Getting up, patting his butt, Fu Xiaoguan came back leisurely.

Fu Daguan was sitting in the pavilion, making a pot of good tea. When he saw Fu Xiaoguan coming in, he waved quickly.

"Son, my father has decided to end this trip early."

"Why?"

"My son has great literary talent. My father decided to return to Linjiang quickly and hold a poetry meeting for my son to make him famous. How about it?"

Fu Xiaoguan's hand holding the tea cup suddenly froze. What kind of trouble was this?

"You must not!"

"My son is humble. The two poems you wrote have been read by my father, and there is a scene of literary stars descending to earth. This is a sign of the great prosperity of my Fu family... Since my son has such talent, he should not hide it."

Fu Daguan hung the pot to pour tea, with a look of joy on his face, and said: "The Yu Dynasty ruled the world with martial arts and prospered the country with literature. It has been more than two hundred years. The inheritance of literature and Tao has been passed down to this day, and celebrities have emerged in succession. My son's literary spirit The first appearance will naturally be here..."

Fu Xiaoguan waved his hands and quickly stopped Fu Daguan's words.

"Dad, you still don't know how much your son weighs? As for me... I don't have any literary talent. Those two poems are just a flash of inspiration. My brain is injured. Sometimes I have such a flash of inspiration, but Most of the time, there is no such thing. If you really go to hold a grand poetry gathering, how can I step down if I don’t have the energy to do so? Wouldn’t it make the world laugh at me and even lose the Fu family’s face?”

The smile on Fu Daguan's face slowly faded, yes, my son has a brain disease, and occasionally getting two poems is not a sign of accumulation...I couldn't help but be happy.

"My son is right, but my father is reckless. Thanks to my son for reminding me... But my son, don't be impatient. Since ancient times, poems have been created by nature. Only good hands can accidentally get them. Once they have the inspiration, they will be left on the paper. From then on, there will be If you participate in the Poetry Club, you can just twist it with your hands and use it, which is a perfect strategy."

After the father and son drank tea for a while, Fu Daguan took Fu Xiaoguan to the west building of the other courtyard. It was a three-story building with nothing in it except food.

"These are all yours!"

Fu Daguan was very proud. Fu Xiaoguan looked at the huge granaries in the huge building and suddenly swallowed his saliva.

I don’t feel panic when I have a surplus of food at home, let alone so much food.

It’s just that it’s a bit dangerous to have so much food piled up in one place!

It was already midday, and Chunxiu came to the other courtyard in a carriage holding two framed letters, but the carriage stopped at the door of the other courtyard.

She opened the curtain door and took a look. There was also a carriage in front of her, as well as dozens of guards.

"Who is this?"