Chapter 31 Fan Sizhe: Sister, why are you crying like this?
Life is long and regretful, the water flows eastward...
This word…
Sitting on the armchair, Fan Jian repeated this sentence several times, then stood up, walked to his daughter, took the first page of the manuscript from her hand, read it carefully, and returned it to his eagerly waiting daughter.
"Zheng'er, the first part of your poem is appropriate for the occasion, but the second part... You are having a successful career now, why..."
No wonder Fan Jian was confused.
You and my daughter have already gotten married. If you choose a good day to come to my house to propose marriage, the marriage is basically settled.
This word means sadness, pain and hatred.
The mood is very wrong.
"Uncle, one day when I was writing this 'storybook', I saw the rain falling in the courtyard and the flowers falling in late spring. I was moved and wrote it down casually." Ye Zheng explained with understanding.
"It's so well written." Fan Ruoruo murmured while holding the manuscript.
Look at her absorbed eyes, she is obviously touched.
This is just the beginning, lady.
"Ruoruo, I also often read Brother Shi's "A Dream of Red Mansions". This book can be described as "unique in the world from ancient times to the present". It is truly unprecedented and unique."
"For me, the only thing is that there is a character named 'Jia Baoyu', whom I really dislike. He is muddle-headed, wearing rouge all day long, and always saying 'I hate official career and economy'. When the family is destroyed, who can he protect from his sisters and family members?"
Ye Zheng's last sentence was very angry.
Must be angry.
Look, Old Taishan standing beside him is stroking his beard with a faint smile, nodding slightly, and looking at him with appreciation.
Responsible!
Ok.
Fan Ruoruo was stunned.
Ever since the novel Red Mansion spread among the officials' wives and noble ladies in Kyoto, she has received nothing but favorable comments, but no one has given such a favorable evaluation as Ye Zheng.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems...what he said is not wrong.
"elder brother!"
Suddenly, Fan Sizhe's voice was heard in front of the flower hall.
He came in excitedly, and then...
Father Fan Jian’s gaze pressed over.
Uh…
Immediately, it drooped in place like a mouse seeing a cat.
"When will you change your impetuous temper?" Fan Jian snorted and left with his hands behind his back.
Fan Sizhe's hair drooped even more.
He gave her an encouraging look, and when he turned around, he found that the young lady had already started reading the main text. He hurriedly said, "Ruoruo, the protagonist of my 'storybook' has a lot of twists and turns, so I'll tell you in advance."
"Okay, I get it." Fan Ruoruo looked up at him, then at Fan Sizhe, smelled something, and asked, "Aren't you eating at home?"
"I made an appointment with Sizhe a long time ago to discuss business. Let's not delay it any longer. I will buy some gifts tomorrow. What does Brother Shi like?" Old Taishan left, his eyes fixed on the beautiful face of the young lady.
Fan Ruoruo's skin was extremely fair, and the slight redness on her cheeks was easily visible. She glanced at him with her bright eyes, somewhat helplessly, "I do have correspondence with my brother, but I haven't seen him for a long time..."
"How about this, brother Shi, this place has just moved here. I'll bring some calligraphy and paintings, rare stone ornaments, etc. tomorrow, okay?"
"Ah."
"Okay, then Sizhe and I will leave first."
Seeing the young lady smile, he also smiled.
Her face is full of smiles, and there is infinite love in the look between us.
……
One stone residence
"Commander Ye."
"Master Ye."
"Little Qingtian."
"Third Young Master."
"The Third Young Master's account is in my name."
"I'm here, why do you need to act so arrogant? Put it on my account."
"... "
Entering this restaurant, ordinary wealthy people, military officers, scholars, and children of nobles all addressed Ye Zheng in different ways, but their attitudes were generally warm. Some of them almost quarreled because of his bill.
"Brother-in-law, I wish I could be as majestic as you." After sitting down, Fan Sizhe said with envy.
"Is it better to be powerful or to make money?" Ye Zhengli asked.
"Make money." Fan Sizhe said without hesitation.
"Yeah." Ye Zheng smiled.
At this time, the shopkeeper of Yishiju came over and bowed deeply to Ye Zheng, his posture like a servant at home, "Third Young Master."
Ye Zheng responded indifferently.
This is mainly because of my mother.
My mother's family, the Cui family, and the main family behind Yishiju, the Cui family, were from the same lineage a hundred years ago. One took root in Kyoto and was a noble and prominent family; the other was still in Jiangnan and was a wealthy businessman.
He looked at Fan Sizhe and said with a smile, "What do you want to eat? Just order whatever you want, no matter the money."
"In that case... brother-in-law, I won't be polite then." The brother-in-law was as cheerful as a 100-pound child, and turned to the shopkeeper of Yishiju and said, "Grilled kidney, steamed goose and duck chops, fried deer, crispy tendon, sauced chicken feet, venison, chopped lettuce, stir-fried spring onion, and a few more spicy dishes. It's almost April, so we should have water shield, right? And a serving of jade belt soup."
"Third Master, Master Fan, I will go and tell the kitchen right away."
The shopkeeper of Yishiju bowed and left.
"Brother-in-law, can you tell me about the rules of our poker business?" Fan Sizhe didn't elaborate and went straight to the point.
"How do you plan?" Ye Zheng asked back.
Fan Sizhe looked distressed, and this was exactly what he was worried about.
The cards my brother-in-law has are too expensive, but of very good quality. If they reduce the cost and quality, their cards will be overwhelmed by imitations as soon as they are put on the market...
"Well, let me be frank with you, Sizhe. Poker is, after all, a gambling tool. According to Qing law, manufacturing gambling tools is a serious crime."
Ye Zheng's words made Fan Sizhe's face suddenly fall, and he stammered for a long time.
"No, brother-in-law, then are you teasing me?" He said angrily and aggrievedly.
"How could that be? If I say I'm going to talk business with you, then I'm going to talk business with you." Ye Zheng assured him solemnly, and then smiled and said, "Sizhe, if you really want to achieve success in business in the future, you might as well read the Qing Law first."
Fan Sizhe nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I'll remember that, brother-in-law."
"Brother-in-law, tell me quickly, what ideas do you have?" he urged immediately.
"What do you think of your brother's book?"
"My brother...Fan Xian?"
"Well, you are going back home after all. No matter what, he is older than you, so you should call him brother. It won't hurt to call him brother. Just be careful." Ye Zheng corrected.
"Thank you for your advice, brother-in-law." Fan Sizhe bowed and fell into thought.
After a while, he slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "It's a lot of money, brother-in-law."
Just as he calmed down from the excitement, he became depressed again. "But this is written by him. If you want to sell it, you need his consent."
"Well, that's very good, keep it up." Ye Zheng praised.
Fan Sizhe smiled a little embarrassedly.
"The book is an introduction."
Ye Zheng had just started when the braised dishes and stir-fried dishes were ready. The shopkeeper of Yishiju personally led the servants over to serve the dishes.
"Eat first, and then we can talk."
"Brother-in-law, try this, the braised chicken feet. My sister loves this the most, it's soft, tender, salty and fragrant."
"Really? Pack one...two copies and take them back to your sister."
"Brother-in-law, you are so kind to my sister."
"Really? A-choo~, I feel the same way."
"... "
This meal took nearly an hour and a half.
As soon as he returned home, Fan Sizhe carried a food box and happily went straight to his sister's yard.
He was young and there were no maids to stop him.
"Sister, brother-in-law packed Yishiju's braised chicken feet for you. I'll bring it in for you."
However, he was used to being taken care of by Fan Ruoruo, so he stood obediently at the door and "reported".
"What about others?"
After a while, Fan Ruoruo opened the door and asked in a bad tone.
In fact, she didn't want to open the door, but there happened to be no maid in the room at the moment. It would be bad to ask Fan Sizhe to leave Ye Zheng's gift at the door. She could also call the maid and ask her to get the food box, but if she did that, more people would see her...'miserable situation'.
"Sister..." Versace was stunned when he saw his sister's eyes.
"Sister, why are you crying like this?"
"Dad wants you to remarry? I won't agree."
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