A piece of paper

In the Grate Hall, the smoke was lingering, and the bitter smell of the medicine seemed to have dissipated a lot with the autumn wind. Xian Jin sat upright with his back refreshed, one hand on the handle of the chair, and the other casually placed on his leg.

Display her eight emerald rings in all directions and in as much time and space as possible.

Mrs. Qu lowered her eyes and was shocked by the green eyes. She spat in her heart: Being poor for a long time and then getting rich is the behavior of a villain!

"The matter of submitting the tribute paper has been settled. You have also obtained the righteousness letter. The man who should have gone with you has also released the deed letter."

Mrs. Qu's brows were tired, "You have won every detail of this battle. Are you coming back today to see my haggard appearance and the restless house?"

Xianjin:?

Your jokes don’t have a peerless appearance, so what’s so interesting about them?

Xianjin pursed his lips and remained silent.

Mrs. Qu suddenly remembered the prediction that her alcoholic father asked Taoist Yunyou to calculate for her when she was young: her childhood was smooth, her youth was fleeting, her middle age wasted, her old age was tired, and her old age was worry-free - all the same in old age. Yes.

When she was a child, the Qu family was a barefoot doctor. Although the family was not rich, they were respected in the village. Her father would take the two tenderloins every time he killed the New Year pig. In addition, she was the eldest daughter, so her father protected and doted on her. She, she never lived in poverty, and later married into the Chen family who made paper in Jingxian County. Chen guessed that his father was tall and tall, and although he was mediocre and lazy, he was not a treacherous person with a poor family. In the final analysis, this marriage was She still climbs high;

Later, when her husband died, she took care of the Chen family alone until her eldest son became an official. Later, her eldest son also died, and she directly entered old age and fatigue.

Now, of her two sons, one regards her as nothing and the other as an enemy; the most cherished grandson hates her and sees her as if she is a blood-sucking locust; the remaining descendants are either afraid of her, resent her, or simply do not care about her. Don't care about her.

She only lived a few decades, and everyone around her was scattered, gone, dead, and disabled.

Nothing can be retained.

Mrs. Qu's tired eyelids drooped feebly, "It is also a kind of mercy for a well-fed person not to complain in front of a hungry person."

Xian Jin reached out to pick up the tea cup. The finger on his middle finger was the largest and green, like a four-legged frog.

"If I don't want to eat, I'll come to you for help."

Xian Jin took a sip of tea, put it down casually, took out a stack of thick stacks of silver stubs from his arms, Xian Jin clasped his knuckles on the banknotes, "A total of 4,762 taels of silver, I made it Since becoming the manager, Chen has recorded all the profits of the three shops."

Mrs. Qu sat up in shock, squinted her eyes, picked up the banknote stub, and looked carefully.

He is magnanimous even though he is a thief. "Long before Ba Zhangxuan, I had all the living money of the three shops in my hand. The purpose was to hold the bargaining chip and negotiate with you."

"You are from home and doing business. You should know what it means to have no cash on hand, right?"

What’s the difference between doing business without cash, being a bandit in the mountains without a knife, being a masked robber without a mask, and eating noodles without chopsticks? ?

Mrs. Qu exerted so much force on her hands that her nails were about to sink into the stubs. Her eyes were filled with confusion, "Are you negotiating? What else do you want! What else do you want! I'll give you all the Chen family's business, okay?"

Xian Jin smiled happily, "Look what you said - even if I am really hungry, I can't eat everything!"

"Then what do you want!?" Mrs. Qu looked frightened.

Xian Jin looked out the window thoughtfully, his fingertips caressing the corner of the table consciously.

Mrs. Qu was almost blinded by Xian Jin's series of moves: she couldn't see through this girl! It’s really hard to see through! She never understood what this girl was going to do! ?

for money? She checked this girl's account and found that except for raising Qiao Baozhu, there was almost no extra expenses!

For fame? This girl now has a frightening number of names. She is a guest of the prefect, a disciple of Tanhua Lang, the president of the Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce, a supplier of autumn rolls, and a presenter of tributes, but she does not go out to socialize and show off a lot!

All the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit!

What on earth does this girl want to do when she is alone in this world!

Each of the stubs in Mrs. Qu's hand was written with the three characters "He Xianjin", and the date was the eighth day of July - that is to say, He Xianjin had already started transferring property a long time ago!

Mrs. Qu followed Xianjin's gaze and looked out the window.

Outside the window is the ground.

Large tracts of land.

He Xianjin. Do you want the Chen family's land?

Land in Jing County, land in Xuancheng Prefecture? And the land for those three shops?

Mrs. Qu suddenly understood: How can there be any innocent and good people! How can there be any kind person who does not value fame and wealth? He Xianjin wanted to swallow up the Chen family completely! A little money is not as good as her eyes!

Mrs. Qu suddenly raised the stub, and the white pieces of paper flew up to the rafters.

"I really should call Erlang to see your face now! Greed is rampant!"

"The Chen family's money! The Chen family's people! You are like a mouse! Avoid the Chen family's shell, bite it from the inside out, and eat it up. Everyone thinks you are bright and innocent. Only I! I am the only one who knows who you are. What kind of thing is he!"

Mrs. Qu stood up tremblingly and pointed at Xian Jin, "Get out of here!"

Xianjin looked up at the stubs scattered on the floor, "Fortunately, these are replicas." Xianjin paced with his hands behind his back and smiled, "I didn't know that the old lady has such a deep love for our third master, mother and son. , I would rather have no money in my account than keep the third master by my side."

Mrs. Qu:?

what?

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Qu was stunned for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "What third master?"

"I will return these 4,762 taels in full, and I will take the third master away. I will fulfill my filial piety to the third master. The third master's household registration can continue to be in the Chen family, but you need to write a letter of commitment, and then You cannot control Third Master in the name of your elders." Xian Jin finally showed his sword and smiled, "This business is a sure profit for you - Third Master is a son that you didn't want in the first place. If you want to, you won't use him as a chicken to scare the monkeys."

"Even if you have a puppy, you can't just break your legs, right? You are a hero among women, you are resolute, ruthless, and others are not as powerful as you."

Mrs. Qu automatically ignored the ridicule behind her and froze on the spot, unable to believe her ears, "You use four thousand taels in exchange for Chen Fu?"

Xianjin nodded, "If it's not enough, you can add more."

"You used four thousand taels just in exchange for Chen Fu to get rid of me?"

Xianjin stopped answering, folded his arms and looked at Mrs. Qu's shattered Yazi.

Mrs. Qu was in disbelief: "Why?"

"No reason." Xianjin said boldly, "There is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world. I am even willing to use 40,000 taels in exchange for my good stepfather!"

Mrs. Qu's expression was hard to describe.

What kind of lunatic would trade 40,000 taels for old clothes?

Even if you take apart the old clothes and sell the meat by the pound, it won't be worth so much money!

However, even so

Mrs. Qu thought deeply for a while. Losing control of Chen Fu was not a big deal. Compared with having a son, the real big deal was not having cash in the shop at home. Besides, is blood relationship really such a big deal? Can a piece of paper insulate it?

Chen Fu is different from He Xianjin. He Xianjin is not from the Chen family. A letter of righteousness and a female account can make He Xianjin completely independent. However, Chen Fu takes the surname Chen, bleeds the blood of the Chen family, and is a male. It is almost impossible to completely break away from the clan.

"it is good."

Mrs. Qu nodded in agreement and sneered, "My son is not very good as a person, a son, or a husband, but he doesn't know which incense stick he has chosen. With a filial daughter like you, it's not in vain for him to be raised by others." So many years of kids.”

His golden brows didn't move at all, and he sighed deeply in his heart.

This old lady

Oh, this old lady

"Okay, gentlemen's agreement, when will you send the third master's household registration post and letter of commitment, when will I send the stub note."

Xianjin turned around and left. After thinking for a while, he stood still and spoke again, "Actually, if you don't agree, I might still be able to give you a high look."

The "bloodline" and "blood relationship" that Mrs. Qu keeps talking about are not as valuable as these four thousand taels of silver.

What's the difference between saying it out loud and slapping yourself?

Xian Jin raised his feet and walked out, but stopped again, "The third master is worth four thousand taels? Where is the second master? How much can you sell the second master for? Where is the deceased uncle? Where is Chen Jianfang?"

Xian Jin smiled and said, "In your eyes, everyone and everything has a price."

"Perhaps a man who has passed the examination can sell it for a 'good price' of twenty to thirty thousand taels?"

"The honest and honest second master, about seven or eight thousand taels?"

"Our third master is incompetent in writing and martial arts. We only have three or four thousand taels, so we can sell them if we can. Is it better than dying in the hands?"

"As for your favorite grandson now, one hundred thousand taels? Do you want to sell it?"

Mrs. Qu was furious, "When did I say that one hundred thousand taels can buy Erlang?!"

Xian Jin still smiled, "One hundred thousand taels is not enough, what about the position of a third-grade official? If I ask you to break away from Chen Jianfang, but backhand give the Chen family an iron certificate for the alchemy book and a third-grade official, will you be willing?"

She knew it was a lie, but Mrs. Qu hesitated subconsciously.

He raised the corners of his lips with a clear look, and his eyes were clear and compassionate, "You are so pitiful."

"You have no ability to love, nor can you bring positive emotions to others. What exactly are you holding on to? Is it the Chen family? You personally broke the legs of the heir of the Chen family, and then personally killed him for four thousand taels. Sold at the price?”

"Is it rice paper? You don't care about the quality of the paper, and you don't want to make any further progress in your business."

"what exactly is it?"

Xian Jin's smile gradually faded, "What you hold on to will fall apart under your persistence; what you raise will suffer under your upbringing."

"The old man who died young, the resentful first lady, the forbearing and repressed Erlangjun, and the rebellious and indulgent third master, these Chen family members are going crazy."

Xian Jin calmly pointed out, "In your self-righteous love."

After saying a few words, Xian Jin strode out of the main hall.

Chen Jian lowered his head and stood in the veranda on the right with his hands clenched into fists.

"Best wishes." Xianjin gestured silently.

Chen Jianfang stood there blankly, forgetting that he rushed here to make the final effort.