As he spoke, he felt a little sad, with some pity and regret in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "It's my grandson's fault. You made this trip for me. The Jixi workshop is far and remote, and the road is difficult to walk... If my grandson is as capable as Sister Xianjin, you wouldn't have to travel through mountains and rivers for a useless kid like me."
Aunt Qu's eyelids twitched, she felt sour... She had seen girls doing these little tricks before, but this man saying sour words behind her back was the first time she had seen it since the creation of the world!
Old Madam Qu sighed and soaked her feet in warm water. Her sore muscles were soothed by the hot water. She sighed comfortably: No matter how many children and grandchildren you have, if there is no one to take care of you, it is also a retribution.
The eldest son of the house is capable but he has to do serious work. The second son of the house has no heirs. The third son of the house, Silang, was originally raised by Sun and did not know how to behave. In the past few years, he was enlightened by something and is no longer domineering. He has become timid and cowardly and only dares to look at people with his eyelids raised.
She gave birth to three sons, and her sons gave birth to grandchildren, but none of them was so filial and attentive to her.
Madam Qu sighed with a sense of loss, "Grandma, I only regret that I didn't ask the master to teach you how to avoid disasters earlier."
If he had come back earlier, she, an old woman, wouldn't have to struggle for so long.
Chen Sanlang was filled with tears, "Although my grandson is away from home, his heart is always thinking about the Chen family."
Madam Qu patted the back of Chen Sanlang's hand and said, "Grandma knows, Grandma knows."
Chen Sanlang's eyes were red, and he looked more fragile than the girl. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "Sister Xianjin is a capable girl, and she is in charge of everything in the shop. My grandson has not been home for a long time, and he has never learned to make paper since he was a child, so he is naturally not as popular as she is. But my grandson is also a descendant of the Chen family. Sister Xianjin either asks my grandson to roll up his sleeves and make paper, or go to the village to buy straw and bark from those illiterate farmers... Why doesn't she do these jobs?"
Aunt Qu turned away silently: Why didn't she do it? Didn't you see that she came here with a bib on today? She smelled of sour pulp, and it was obvious that she had just come down from the pond.
Chen Sanlang's eyes were filled with tears, and tears welled up in his small eyes.
There's an uncomfortable feeling as if a hairy-legged uncle is acting coquettishly with you.
Aunt Qu continued to look far away.
After listening to what Chen Sanlang said, Madam Qu held Chen Sanlang's hand earnestly and said, "That girl has worked hard in several shops for many years. You can see that Li Sanshun, Manager Dong, and Zhao Dezheng have all worked with her for a long time. Once you go, even if I give the order, those old people down there won't listen. It will be useless no matter what anyone says."
"We might as well take it slow. First, you should make yourself familiar with others, lower your attitude, and show your abilities. When the time comes, you can take over He Xianjin, the girl, and her people, money, and property."
Madam Qu’s words were very clear.
She had said these words in the ancestral hall when Chen Sanlang just came back, but she didn't say it so bluntly at the time.
Now she brought her grandson to see He Xianjin's status in the shop - a manager of Qu Da Mao's level had to pour tea for that damn girl! And the tea was the one that the girl was used to drinking!
She had no choice but to explain these things thoroughly.
When he heard the word "taking over the house", Chen Sanlang instinctively felt disgusted.
"...Do you really have to take her in?" Chen Sanlang's eyebrows knitted together, "My grandson really doesn't like such a woman. She is too strong-willed and opinionated."
To be precise, he doesn't like any woman.
I can talk to them, but I really can't muster the desire to reproduce.
His mother wanted to speak on his behalf about his uncle's eldest daughter, Qin Niang, but he was really speechless. After all, he had to marry a wife. If he didn't, everything he could do would be difficult.
However, he was also forced to have a concubine, and she was the type of girl he hated the most, so he really didn't want it.
Chen Sanlang softened his tone, dragging out the ending of each sentence, "Grandma - Grandma - my grandson really doesn't like her. Seeing her makes my hair stand on end! How can a girl talk about money and business all the time? Moreover, she eats, lives, goes in and out with such a young man every day. We don't know if she is clean or not."
When Mrs. Qu heard what Chen Sanlang said, her eyes darkened. She was not happy instinctively. She paused and said, "Your grandmother used to go in and out, eat and live with the male shop assistants in the store. Is your grandmother not 'clean' either?"
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