Madam Qu asked again, and Xianjin remained silent again.
Old Madam Qu asked anxiously. Xianjin turned her head to look at the sky outside the window. If she really didn't have this skill, she would even want to whistle twice.
Old Madam Qu was so angry that her back teeth were itching: She should have realized that this girl was disobedient as early as the very beginning when she tilted her neck and glared at people in the ancestral hall of the old house!
Madam Qu was at a loss of tricks, and said a few words in extreme frustration, "...Since you came up with this idea, then just make it yourself. If you want to withdraw money, take the receipt to find your second uncle. If you want to hire someone——"
Madam Qu recalled the circle of white muscles, then glanced at the golden figure, whose hair revealed a cunning look, and sneered, "If you need help, don't bother anyone. You have prepared yourself very well."
Xian Jin frowned modestly, "Thank you for the compliment."
Thank you for the compliment!
I'm not praising you!
Madam Qu took a deep breath. "When doing things, you don't need to look ahead and behind, and don't be indecisive. But you must always put the Chen family first. Don't chase small profits and lose the big picture, and don't ruin your reputation for personal gain. Our Chen family is not just a merchant family, we also have a student who is going to take the imperial examination. In everything, think more from Erlang's perspective. We have to make money, but we have to have a good reputation."
Madam Qu was very afraid that Xianjin would resort to unscrupulous means to make money, so she emphasized, "The most important thing is not to make enemies with the government!"
Xianjin's "hmm, ah, hum, chirp" sounds like he's singing a lullaby.
When Mrs. Qu saw her like this, she was furious. When she caught a glimpse of her second son Chen Cai following her timidly, she became even angrier.
"you!"
Madam Qu called the name.
Chen Cai lowered his head and took a step forward resignedly, which counted as his answer.
"You lead Xianjin and do a good job."
Madam Qu spoke in a firm tone, revealing a hint of strength that if Xianjin dared to say no, she would stop the project even if she didn't want the paper to hold the painting.
To her surprise, Xianjin nodded without hesitation, "I also need your help."
Chen Cai's expression was horrified: there was always a sense of two heroes fighting each other and sacrificing cannon fodder.
Old Madam Qu breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Xianjin twice. She wanted to say something harsh, but was extremely afraid that these harsh words would come true - facing Xianjin, she felt a little more fearful for no reason.
When a mouse escapes from the cat's grasp, what will the cat do? Will it bite the mouse to death, or wait and see how far the mouse can run? Of course it will be the latter. If it bites the mouse to death, how can there be any fun in hunting?
Old Madam Qu convinced herself with this reason in a very Ah Q way. Then, looking at Xianjin's docile and submissive appearance, she felt an inexplicable sense of wonder - who is the mouse or the cat?
Old Madam Qu shook her head secretly. She had eaten more salt in her life than this girl had eaten rice. Even if the wheel of reincarnation was blind, she had the title of an elder, so there was no way she could be the rat!
After Madam Qu pondered for a moment, she finally threw away her sleeves and walked out with a grim face.
In late autumn in Xuancheng, it was foggy and rainy. It was sunny when she came and rainy when she left. As soon as Mrs. Qu left the Jixi workshop, she was hit by the crackling raindrops and felt dizzy.
"What a tactless person!" Old Madam Qu raised her head and cursed the sky fiercely.
Aunt Qu hurriedly helped the old lady over, repeatedly apologizing to the heavens, and then scolded, "You are so angry that you are losing your mind! You can't scold me! Bah, bah, bah!"
Then he advised earnestly, "Why do you have to be so angry with her? Didn't you spend a lot of effort to check her accounts before? Compared with when the Sixth Master and the Fifth Master were at home, the account books are cleaner and there is more money in the accounts, right? She is down-to-earth and helps the Chen family, what's wrong with that..."
Madam Qu pounded her cane heavily, "She is disobedient! No matter how bad the fifth and sixth brothers are, when they see me, their sister-in-law, they have never frowned or glared at me? Look at her, she negotiated conditions with me and spoke coldly to me for the sake of the third brother. When has she ever had a good face?"
Aunt Qu shrugged: The Sixth and Fifth Brothers seem to be respectful to you, but they are secretly digging out the Chen family's assets; although Jin Jie'er has not been servile, her accounts are clean... This is hard to judge!
Madam Qu stood in the corridor with her cane on the ground, watching the rain pouring down. She waited for the little girl to come back and get an umbrella, and sighed, "And the marriage with Mang'er. It would be great if it could be done. But now the two of them are in the south and the north, and Mang'er even got engaged in a hurry and hid in another town... What does this prove?"
Aunt Qu nodded: She knows the answer to this question, which proves that Mang'er and Jin Jie'er don't get along well!
Unexpectedly, Madam Qu gave her an answer that went beyond the five elements - "Doesn't this prove that this girl has no destiny with the Chen family?!"
Second Aunt Qu felt that Madam Qu's love-hate relationship with Xianjin was out of this world.
At first, the two people were far apart and communicated through letters. They met at most once every six months, but they still complemented each other and the host was happy and the guest was respectful.
As soon as Xianjin returned to Xuancheng, he put down his tricks and rejected the old lady several times. The old lady had some prejudice against him. This time, when she heard that Xianjin wanted to compete in paper-fishing, she even specially transferred Li Sanshun away and only left Zhou Ergou for her to make up the number of people...
Today, two people reached the summit.
The old lady in their family has never suffered such humiliation in the past ten years - who dares to turn his neck to look at the birds outside the window when the old lady is talking!
Aunt Qu advised timidly, "Whether it's fate or not, it's all in the Chen family. The little girl is immature. Since her mother died, she seems to have opened her mind and is working hard to make money with the Chen family's business. Tell me, why would you bother with her so easily? She's not angry, but you're making yourself angry..."
Can't say half dead.
As the old lady gets older, she cares a lot about whether she lives or dies.
Aunt Qu immediately changed her tone, "You've made yourself so angry that you can't even eat. Why bother?"
Madam Qu just felt aggrieved.
She couldn't express this frustration aloud - if she didn't use this girl, she would be faced with the dilemma of having no one to use!
Doesn’t she know that Chen Cai is not capable of this?
Doesn’t she know that Qu Da Mao is not capable?
Doesn't she know that the old guys in the Dengxuan workshop have limited qualifications and will only be able to reach this level if they continue to work there?
If she doesn't push these people up, what else can she do! ?
One is the only son who can inherit the family business!
One is her beloved nephew from her mother's family!
There are also old people who have followed the Chen family to conquer the world for more than 20 years!
If these are changed, the Chen family will no longer be the Chen family!
Madam Qu raised her head to the sky and sighed, as if talking to herself, "Now we can only rely on Erlang to break the deadlock."
Aunt Qu nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes! When Erlang passes the imperial examination, even if the Chen family doesn't want this business anymore, you will still be the old lord of the five pillars of the porch!"
A door with five pillars means that the family has a high-ranking official, bringing honor to the family.
While persuading her, Aunt Qu's eyes fell on the sky-blue oil-paper umbrella behind the corridor between the doors. The handle of the umbrella was engraved with a straight and spreading Clivia.
Aunt Qu scratched the back of her head and thought seriously, feeling like her brain was about to grow out of its socket.
Such a familiar pattern...
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