"Money? What does a child like her need money for?"
The three brothers shook their heads together. They didn't know that. They just heard their sister asking for money.
"How much do you want?" Ling He wanted to say, if it wasn't much, he could give it to you.
Unfortunately, the three disciples shook their heads in unison, even to the same degree.
Ling He sighed, forget it, I'll go tell the master again, the little girl wants more money, it's always better to give her more than less.
After Xia Zhiliao gave some delicious food to the master and his disciples, he ran back happily and told his mother that she must support Boss Su in opening a shop in Beijing.
"Of course I support it, but where does the money come from? It's not a small amount, you know." Xia Chen sighed.
"I have!" Xia Zhiliao said, patting his chest.
"You have? The money you have is not enough!" Xia Jinjun smiled. The little girl was the treasure of the family. Whoever made money would give her some. The little girl had no chance to spend money, so she should have saved some.
Xia Zhiliao knew that her father was wrong. "Dad, it's not what you think. Anyway, I will have money in a few days. Mom, next time you go to Jinyifang, I will go with you."
Itâs not that Xia Zhiliao doesnât trust the Su family, heâs just afraid that his mother wonât be able to explain it clearly, so business matters should be left as they are, so as to avoid nagging about them in the future.
Xia Chen looked at Xia Jinjun, but Xia Jinjun smiled. What is this little girl doing?
However, three days later, Xia Zhiliao saw the big box delivered to his doorstep and couldn't wait to open it.
"Mr. Xie is really generous. He sent such a big box. I wonder what treasures are inside." Old Mrs. Xia walked around the big box.
He is a prince, and the things he gives you canât be bad.
The Xia family was very curious. Ling He looked at Xia Zhiliao's expectant expression and really wanted to find a reason to leave and then come back when the little girl was no longer angry.
"Uncle San, open it quickly."
Xia Jinyu nodded, then walked towards the large wooden box. The box was made of good material and was very heavy. It would take some strength to open the lid.
"What is it? Third brother, say something!" Although Xia Jinxiu no longer liked the prince, she was still looking forward to the gifts sent to him.
Seeing that his little daughter was anxious and helpless, Xia Jinjun smiled and picked her up and moved closer. Xia Zhiliao lay outside the wooden box and looked inside.
What is this?
"Ahem!" Ling He cleared his throat, "What's in it? What did my master give Zhiliao? I don't know. Oh, I'm really curious."
"What a treasure! Look at the cicada, it must be so happy that it must be silly." Xia Jinxiu laughed, which made her heart itchy and she couldn't help but move closer.
"What is this? Let me see!"
Xia Jinxiu took out a roll of paper, opened it and took a look. She recognized some words, but was not interested in it. After taking a look, she handed it to Cheng Han. Cheng Han took it carefully, and then she flipped through two more rolls. They were all written with words, but the people who wrote them were different.
After taking out more than a dozen pieces in a row, she finally saw a few wooden boxes. Her eyes lit up, "Oh, there are more here, it must not be words."
However, after opening it, her smile froze. "It's really not words anymore. It's pens. Several pens, and... ink."
She laughed dryly and looked at the little girl who also looked unhappy. "Zhi Li, this ink is good. It smells good and not smelly at all."
Xia Zhiliao once again felt the ridicule from Wen Heng. He was telling her that her handwriting was ugly and she should practice it well.
Xia Jinjun looked at the characters and had a different opinion. "What good characters! These characters...are so beautifully written, with the style of masters. If Zhiliao practices calligraphy according to theirs, it will be different. Master Xie really knows what my Zhiliao needs. She is practicing calligraphy right now."
"Yes, yes, Second Brother Xia is indeed a scholar. This... this is the calligraphy of Liu Jin. He is a master of calligraphy and painting. This is a work that cannot be bought with money." Ling He said loudly.
"And this pen is from Yubaotang. It's not cheap at first glance. Many young men and women in the capital use this brand."
Xia Jinjun nodded vigorously, "And the ink, after just opening it for a moment, I could smell the fragrance, it's definitely not an ordinary item."
"I know, Master Xie, this gift is so precious."
If Xia Zhiliao didn't love people so much, she would really want to roll her eyes. She needed money, gold, silver, or banknotes would be fine.
What can these do?
[Wait, Dad and Uncle Ling speak so highly of these things, so they should be able to pay back the money, right? ]
After hearing this, Xia Jinjun swallowed his saliva and shook his body. His daughter was still young after all. She didn't know how precious these things were to a scholar. Why did she want to exchange them for money?
After Xia Zhiliao figured it out, she was happy. She smiled and said to the two people who came to deliver the goods: "Uncles, thank you for taking the trouble to deliver it to my room, that one!"
Xia Jinjun felt as if his heart was being pulled at. He felt that he needed to persuade his daughter that it would not be too late to earn money later. If these things were sold, it would be difficult to get them again.
Xia Chen gave the two men some money for tea and they left.
Ling He slipped away and took his three disciples to the mountains to practice martial arts.
Xia Jinjun was called by the villagers to write a letter home, and he planned to come back to persuade his daughter again.
Xia Chen looked at her daughter sitting on the kang, fiddling with the things one by one. If she hadn't heard her mumbling in her mind how much they could be sold for, she would have thought she liked them.
[This calligraphy is pretty good. I wonder if I can sell it for ten taels! This pen looks pretty soft. It should be worth a lot of money. The pen holder is also exquisite and beautiful.]
âCicada!â
Xia Zhiliao raised his eyes and met his mother's smiling eyes, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"These were sent all the way from far away by Master Xie. Do you like them?"
ăI prefer silver! ă
Xia Zhiliao smiled and said, "I like it, Mom. When I sell these, maybe it will be enough for Boss Su to open a shop in Beijing. Money makes money, and we will have a lot of money."
Xia Chen's eyes were full of doting. She gently stroked her daughter's hair, "Cicada, have you ever thought about keeping them and practicing calligraphy? After all, it's Mr. Xie's painstaking effort. Selling them... isn't a good idea, right? We'll find a way to deal with the money later."
"I'm not interfering with your decision. I'm just saying this. As for how to deal with these things, you make your own decision. But I think Mr. Xie is really good to you. Seeing that your handwriting is not good, he made so many things to help you practice your calligraphy."
For other things, Xia Zhiliao could still find reasons to say that he was planning to take advantage of his family, but this... no matter how she argued, it had nothing to do with taking advantage of him.
Even if it is really a mockery, there is no need to spend so much time on it.
Xia Zhiliao sighed. What on earth was he going to do?
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