Mrs. Cui was very happy and distributed the dividends in proportion in advance.
The amount given to Gu Qingcheng was not much, only less than fifty taels.
People in the Zhao family’s old house: ...Zhao Qingyun, you little brat, listen to what you are saying.
Fifty taels is not too much?
The combined assets of all the branches of our family are less than fifty taels.
Otherwise, all the members of their family, young and old, would not take turns to work like slaves for Gu mother and son!
Fifty taels is a huge sum of money for an ordinary country family.
But for the largest and most profitable pharmacy in the county, it really doesn't mean anything.
Of course, although Zhao Qingyun spoke calmly, he was still very happy because he received nearly fifty taels of silver in dividends in the first month.
Because, he silently calculated——
My mother should have 240 taels, and the two brothers should have 10 taels, plus this dividend.
That will make up three hundred taels.
The two-story courtyard that my father had been dreaming of was priced at three hundred taels.
In order to raise money, my father ended up in an accident.
This incident was deeply engraved in Zhao Qingyun's heart.
He seemed to be obsessed with that courtyard.
However, the mother is now the head of the Zhao family, and it is inappropriate for Zhao Qingyun, a "little child", to arbitrarily interfere in major family matters.
On this day, Zhao Qingyun's private school was closed, so he read and practiced calligraphy in his study.
As for Zhao Qingsong, he was doing horse stance in the yard.
This child doesn't like reading, nor does he like practicing martial arts.
He just likes money and wants to do business.
Gu Qingcheng told him, "Erlang, do you think you can only rely on your brain and mouth when doing business?"
"No! You need to be strong and able to fight and run!"
"Think about it. If you were traveling for business and encountered bandits or horse thieves along the way, if you weren't strong enough, you wouldn't be able to save your property, let alone escape!"
"You should exercise first."
Zhao Qingsong is only six years old.
The little kid was fooled by his mother and actually thought it made a lot of sense.
Yes, if you want to do business, practice martial arts first.
This way, when you go out to purchase goods in the future, you won’t be harmed by thieves.
Zhao Qingyun: ...Although I know that my mother doesn't have that high IQ, she was probably frightened by some of the strange stories of murder and robbery in the market, so she persuaded her youngest son to practice martial arts.
However, when he saw his innocent-looking mother coaxing his equally ignorant younger brother, he inexplicably found it interesting.
These are his family, his responsibility, but no longer a burden!
"...Da Lang! Let's go to the county!"
Just when Zhao Qingyun was studying and occasionally lost in thought, his innocent and weak mother walked in gracefully.
"Going to the county?"
Zhao Qingyun’s first reaction was: What new ideas did his mother have?
During this period, my mother always seemed to be able to "hit the mark by accident".
Her various bizarre words and deeds not only did not cause her family to suffer losses, but instead made the family earn a lot of money.
However, this does not mean that my mother is really great.
Zhao Qingyun always feels that the most reliable thing for a person is the knowledge and skills he or she possesses.
Rather than "luck".
Some time ago, my mother was lucky and turned a bad thing into a good thing.
But this kind of "good luck" will not last forever.
Zhao Qingyun never dared to completely let go of her worry, fearing that her mother would get into big trouble that day because of her carelessness and gullibility.
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So, when Zhao Qingyun heard his mother's excited look on her face saying that she was going to the county town, the string in his body suddenly tightened.
"Mother, what's going on at the pharmacy? Or is Aunt Cui looking for you to go to the theater?"
Putting down the pen, Zhao Qingyun tried to get some information.
Gu Qingcheng looked mysterious, "You'll know when you get there!"
Zhao Qingyun raised his eyebrows. Oh no, my mother has learned to keep us in suspense?
However, my mother is not someone who can hide her thoughts.
Her delicate face was filled with smiles, and her beautiful eyes were filled with the word "proud".
happy event?
What's the happy event in their family?
Zhao Qingyun's mind was working fast.
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he seemed to have thought of something.
but--
Is it possible?
With my mother's simple nature, how could she think of this?
However, Gu Qingcheng's "wonderful" performance over the past month still gave Zhao Qingyun some hope.
A'niang is just a little stupid and ignorant, and is easily fooled.
Her heart is extremely sincere.
This is true for Mrs. Cui;
The same goes for him and his brother Qingsong.
This is especially true when treating Zhao Guodong, the deceased husband!
With fantasies in mind, Zhao Qingyun pulled Zhao Qingsong, and the two brothers supported Gu Qingcheng, and they got on the only mule cart that operated part-time in Zhaojiazhuang.
After shaking all the way, we arrived at the county town at noon and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard...
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