The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 142: That Boy's Thing (3)
Mrs. Geng looked at her son's side face as if cut by a knife, and knew that after several years of life and death, this son was different from his father and elder brothers.I didn't know whether it was happiness or worry in my heart, I just sighed: "Is the shop's accounts cleared smoothly?"

Geng Wu resumed his calm tone: "Fortunately, my grandfather had the foresight to bury the accounts of these years under the incense case in the ancestral hall. As long as the chamber of commerce did not have a deed to buy and sell with the Geng family, there was no one in the yamen who confiscated these two shops back then. Evidence, this shop still belongs to the Geng family."

Mrs. Geng's face was filled with sadness: "Earlier, the master originally hoped that your two older brothers would be merchants and leave you to go to the exam to obtain fame, but what happened later. Our Geng family is no better than the Mei family, and there is no one to take care of us in the officialdom. It would be difficult for Mei to bribe the government with money, but to suppress it and not investigate."

Geng Wu thought of the fat old man rescued by the boat this time. He was also a greedy person who would do things for money. He only listened to a pair of uncles and nephews "eat, eat, and eat at the government office."

After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, "Go back to Jinzhou Mansion and think of a solution."

Xiuhe said softly: "The two shops in the past also received mountain goods. They were prosperous at that time. My mother and brother often took me there. It's better to take them back quickly, so as not to make the Mei family fool again."

Geng Wu stared at her: "You still remember."

Those eyes are twinkling, opening a tunnel of time, vaguely recalling the past——

What age were you at that time?Ziqing is not sick yet, she is a rare beauty in the town, who dotes on seven or eight year old Xiuhe like a delicate flower. The 15-year-old Guan Changhe is already a head taller than Ziqing, wild horses can't be restrained, and he likes to go hunting with mountain households and subsidize his family by the way.

Ziqing would often take Xiuhe and her stepson to the Geng's shop to sell mountain products.

The third young master of the Geng family, who was twelve or thirteen years old, wore a robe with moon white thorns and cloud patterns, and a ermine coat with a pair of breasts on it. His black hair was flowing behind his shoulders, and he looked elegant and elegant.

Standing at the counter flipping through the book, unfortunately, her eyes were arrogant, and she seemed to be defiant.

At that time, Xiuhe had not met Mei Xiaoting in the academy, and she did not know that the Mei family and the Geng family were secretly competing.I don't understand why this young master is so angry with her. He obviously doesn't know each other. Why do he hate himself so much?She was also proud, so she didn't want to be outdone, and every time she squinted her eyes and turned him back.

He hated her even more.

"Young master, young master, the old man is calling you." The man opened the golden curtain and ran out.

With scorn in the corner of his mouth, he walked past her coolly and walked into the shop hall.

If you hate it, hate it, but after Ziqing passed away and started being bullied, she went back and watched helplessly as she was about to be bullied to the point of crying, and then, as if on credit, she came out to stop her leisurely again.

It seemed that he enjoyed watching her being bullied.

Xiuhe later questioned Gengwu: "How did I offend you, what did you do to hate me like that?"

He was perfunctory, he didn't know Mei Xiaoting at the beginning, and he already hated her for no reason at that time.

Xiuhe refused to let it go.

Geng Wu Junyi's wolf face became serious, and he pursed his lips: "...Seeing that you are always going in and out with Chang He, I thought you were the little wife he bought home!"

Damn it, it's just the first time I met him, he was already so domineering when he was a young scholar.

Xiuhe was annoyed at him, and patted the back of his hand: "I don't see you coming out to grab it before, why did you grab it again later?"

(End of this chapter)