Zhumen Hangui

Chapter 169
"What about the shops in the clan? There are five shops in the clan, including cloth shops, teahouses, etc. They should have a lot of surplus in their annual profits, right?"

Su Wenqing took a sip of tea, saw the second old man's face turned livid, and said: "Every year, there is a lot of surplus in the field and the store. It's just that there was a disaster last year, so can't we make up for the lack of a year?"

The second old man suddenly stood up with a hoo.

He sneered, "The old man sees that you came back to check the accounts, right? You can check the accounts at any time. The old man cleans up himself, and he is not afraid of checking the accounts."

Su Wenqing also stood up, "Why does my nephew mean that? But you want money from my nephew, but my nephew doesn't have any!"

He spread his hands innocently, there was no way, his father didn't give him any other money before he came.

"The shop in the clan has been unable to make ends meet since last year, and it loses money every year. It has to be supplemented by the income from the clan farm. How much money do you think it makes?"

The second old man was so angry that he was shaking his body, this nephew didn't save him any face.

He knew that this nephew was a bit arbitrary and always disregarded other people's ideas, but he was still so angry that his eyes went dark.

"What? Every shop loses money?" Su Wenqing asked in surprise.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Then why don't you open it? If you rent it out, you still have money, and you don't need to post money. Isn't it better than opening your own shop?"

Su Yizhao suddenly felt that what Su Wenqing said made sense!Why open at a loss?Not stupid?
"Tomorrow, the old man will send someone to send the account book. The old man is old and has no power to deal with the affairs of the clan. Please ask someone else to do it for you!"

As the second old man spoke, he tossed his robe sleeves, let his eldest grandson support him, and walked out of the hall.

Su Wenqing was dumbfounded, "This? My nephew didn't mean that, why are you still angry? My nephew is also offering advice!"

"Oh! Second brother, why do you have to argue with him? It's not up to him what happens in the clan."

Seeing that the second elder brother had left the flower hall, the third old master hurriedly shouted.

"You said you, why are you so angry with your second uncle? Hurry up and make amends!"

The fourth old man pulled Su Wenqing to catch up with the second old man.

"Second Uncle said that he is old, and he is powerless to manage the general affairs of the family. Fourth Uncle, why don't you do it for me? Your body must be able to withstand the toss."

Su Wenqing grabbed the fourth old master's hand with her backhand, and said eagerly.

The fourth old man's eyes widened suddenly, and he was at a loss for words.

Su Yizhao glanced at the expression of the fourth old master, and was eager to try, but he was very entangled. What does it mean?So excited?

"What kind of bastard are you talking about? Hurry up and make amends!" The third old man snorted coldly.

Su Wenqing was dragged away from the venue, and the rest of the crowd looked at each other in blank dismay.

Su Yichu confessed to everyone and left.

Su Yizhao couldn't stay any longer, so he also planned to leave.But he didn't want to turn his head, and found that everyone had eaten it again, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Su Yizhao was forced to leave the flower hall enthusiastically by his companions at the same table, so he could only taste a few more bites, and agreed with everyone to go to Fangshi together tomorrow, before leaving the flower hall.

Compared with the capital city, the bustling market in Beiyuan Mansion is not much less.

Today, Su Yizhao came with a few clan brothers, looked around, and looked at the stalls around him, but he was a little interested.

"Little Seventeen! Come here!" The little fat man waved at Su Yizhao with an excited expression on his face.

Su Yizhao was on the seventh row in the capital, but when she came to the old house, there were too many descendants in the family, so she was ranked seventeenth.

The little fat man was thirteen years old in the clan, only three years older than Su Yizhao.

Walking quickly in front of the little fat man, a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's almost midsummer, and the weather is hot. Even if there is a waiter holding an umbrella, it still can't relieve the heat much.

"Hurry up! This cricket is so strong." The little fat man Su Yiwei asked happily, pointing to the small bamboo cage on the stall.

Su Yizhao is not interested in crickets, but it is not good to spoil the other party's interest.

"Brother Thirteen can play?"

"Isn't that right? Originally, I had a Changsheng general, but I lost to that idiot of the Liu family a while ago, and the Changsheng general was beaten to death by him. I haven't found a suitable one recently. I think this one is good."

The little fat man asked the stall owner how much the cricket was.

When the stall owner saw the two men's clothes, he knew they were sons of a rich family, so he rolled his eyes and praised his crickets vigorously.

"Ouch! The young master is really discerning. I caught this cricket after several days of guarding, and it didn't hurt at all. Listen to this sound, it's screaming happily."

The little fat man is short-tempered, how could he be so verbose?

"Quickly tell me how much money you have, don't talk nonsense!"

The stall owner pondered for a long time, and said with a painful face: "This cricket was originally sold for 22 taels, but the young masters fell in love with me. How about it! You give 20 taels."

As soon as this remark came out, the little fat man started bluffing.

"You bastard, do you know who I am? How dare you blackmail me?"

Su Yizhao was a little surprised, the little fat man was really crazy when he spoke.

"Thirteen! What's the matter?" Two teenagers who were visiting Fangshi came together, and one of them asked with a frown.

"Ninth brother! This man wants to steal my money!" Su Yiwei immediately complained when he saw his own brother coming.

"What's going on?" This time it was another young man who was asked by another boy named Su Yizhong.

The two of them glanced at Su Yizhao at the same time, with questioning eyes.

Su Yizhao was helpless, she glanced at the frightened stall owner, and saw many people around watching, she thought it was not good to be so high-profile, don't spread words that would damage Su's reputation, saying that they are bullying others.

"Ninth Brother, Eleventh Brother, we are negotiating the price. Asking prices everywhere, it is common to sit on the ground and pay back the money."

Su Yizhao turned his head to look at the stall owner, and said with a cold face: "What's the lowest price for your cricket? We also sincerely want to buy it. Don't think we are children, just bully us for being ignorant of world affairs."

The stall owner also didn't expect the little fat man to have so many helpers, "Then let's not talk about the nonsense, give 13 taels silver! This young master can definitely tell whether my cricket is worth the price !"

"So expensive?"

Su Yiwei looked embarrassed, he had already used up his monthly silver for this month, and when he came out today, it was still five taels of silver from his mother.

"Can it be cheaper?" Su Yizhao didn't understand the market price of crickets, and when he heard that it cost 13 taels, he thought it was too expensive.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner covered the cage with a rag, "That's the price, it can't be any cheaper."

Su Yizhao saw that the stall owner didn't want to sell it anymore, maybe he was afraid of trouble.

"Thirteen, the last time you begged your mother to give you money, didn't you buy one called General Changsheng? Why do you want to buy it again this time? 13 taels is too expensive. We scholars still put our career first, and we must not lose our minds by playing with things!"

Su Yirong looked at the younger brother of this mother and compatriot, and felt a little resentful.

(End of this chapter)