Chapter 5: Why is the sly smile coming from him? He is clearly a sly person...
Song Jin got up very early that morning, went out to fetch some water, came back to wash himself, and then called Chunyun to wash herself.
Chunyun's dizziness and ear pain have improved a lot, and he can walk on his own now.
"After you finish washing up, go back quickly. Wait for Si Niang to get up and wash up. If you are not here by then, she will definitely scold you again."
Chunyun just got up when she heard the word "Si Niang" and her little mouth pouted uncontrollably.
unlucky.
"When can I come to Grandma's room? That damn place will beat me to death sooner or later."
Chunyun just complained casually, but Song Jin sighed after hearing it. She was just fooling him, and the rest of the things were not done yet. She was not sure if she could help Chunyun out.
"I'm still not stable right now. When I'm on my feet, I'll try to ask my grandmother to let you work for me, okay?"
"real?"
Chunyun's eyes sparkled with hope. Song Jin couldn't bear to say it wasn't necessarily true, so he coaxed her into saying it would definitely happen.
"I knew you were the best to me." After saying that, he covered his face with the handkerchief and wiped the little face hard.
"Does your ear still hurt? Come out and let me take a look."
Song Jin pulled Chunyun to the door, pulled her ear up to the light, and immediately saw the solidified bright red blood in the ear canal.
"Does it still hurt now?"
Chunyun shook his head, then nodded: "It hurts a little, but it's much better than yesterday."
Hearing this, Song Jin covered her right ear and whispered to her.
Chunyun stared at Song Jin's lips and blinked twice before realizing that she could no longer hear with that ear.
The slap punctured Chunyun's left eardrum.
Chunyun's face suddenly changed when she reacted. Her facial features were squeezed together, her two big eyes narrowed into slits, several hot tears rolled down, and her mouth opened wide. Before any sound came out, Song Jin reached out to cover her mouth and brought her into the house.
"It will be over if we wake up the grandmother."
Chunyun's cries were stifled by Song Jin's throat, and only tears kept falling.
"Don't be afraid, it will heal. You will hear it in a month at most."
After hearing this, Chunyun stopped crying and Song Jin let go of her hand to prevent her from suffocating.
"Don't be afraid, it's just broken inside and bleeding a little. Remember, don't let water get into this ear. As long as it doesn't get wet and it doesn't get inflamed, it will heal on its own in a month. Don't be afraid."
“Is this true or false?”
As soon as Chunyun opened her mouth, she started crying, so Song Jin had to cover her mouth again.
"You forgot that I am a divine being."
This sentence amused Chunyun so much that the rain immediately turned into cloudy clouds: "Then I believe you."
"If you believe me, go wash your face again. Look at you, you're like a cat." As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed Chunyun's tender cheeks.
After listening to Song Jin's words, Chunyun washed her face again and quickly ran out of Zizhu Garden and went straight to the West Garden.
Fetching water, cleaning the toilet, sweeping the yard, all the rough work in the yard now fell on her shoulders alone.
Seeing Chunyun busy, Song Jin was not much better.
Plans are just plans, and there is still a long way to go before they can be put into practice.
To be honest, the Bai family's fortune is quite considerable, as you can tell just by looking at this huge house.
In addition to the herbal medicine shop inherited by the family in his early years, the second master of the Bai family was diligent and dedicated to making money when he was not indulging in alcohol and sex.
There are farms outside, with paddy fields and sandy land. There are dozens of weavers in the farm. Picking mulberry leaves, raising silkworms and weaving cloth are almost like an assembly line operation. The cloth is then sold in the cloth shops in the city.
With this arrangement, the family was extremely stable. The land, slaves, and weavers together made it a natural money-making machine. After years of accumulation, the Bai family was not the most wealthy in Suzhou, but they were also among the richest.
It’s a pity that the fixed assets cannot be moved, otherwise Grandma Fang would have become the richest woman in Suzhou.
Thinking this way, Song Jin focused all his attention on the silver in the family storehouse.
There are many ways to launder money, such as buying expensive medicinal materials, artworks, and jade. She has seen all of them. They look completely legitimate, especially artworks and jade, which have no upper limit on price and are easier to operate than medicinal materials.
She had made up her mind and ran out to have breakfast with the maids in Zizhuyuan. Then she returned to her room, ready to wait for Wen Ya to finish washing up and having breakfast before going to find her.
But before she went to look for Wenya, Dujuan came to her room first.
Grandma wants to see her about something.
Song Jin followed Du Juan into the grandmother's elegant room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man standing by the table.
He looked to be in his early thirties, with a round face and narrow eyes, a fawning smile on his lips, and a hint of naivety in his flattery.
"Hail, Grandma."
Song Jin bowed and stood aside waiting for Wen Ya, who had not yet finished her breakfast, to speak.
"This is my nephew Wenxin from my mother's family."
Wen Ya didn't even look up when she spoke. She only looked at Wen Xin after she finished speaking and said to him, "This is Mancao, a servant in my courtyard. She will help you with this matter."
Wen Xin nodded and bowed: "I will follow your instructions, aunt."
Wen Ya hummed calmly, then turned to Song Jin: "This matter needs to be handled carefully, don't let that room know about it, it will be hard for everyone if there is a commotion. My nephew will work with you on this matter, it will be difficult for you to come back home after the money is out, and we will rent a small courtyard, and then you two can live there together, so it will be convenient for you to do things."
Song Jin answered respectfully.
Who said the ancients were stupid? Isn't this a surveillance, and it's mutual surveillance.
Song Jin is a family-born child, and without proof of her good conduct, she can hardly take a single step. Wen Ya needs her to do things, but does not fully trust her.
Wen Xin is Wen Ya's nephew and a family member, so he can keep an eye on Song Jin. With Song Jin around, he can also prevent Wen Xin from embezzling money.
This anti-theft measure is quite clever.
After hearing the instructions, Song Jin glanced at Wen Xin and thought to himself: If it really doesn't work, what if the two of them commit embezzlement together?
Wen Xin noticed her gaze and turned to look at Song Jin. The two looked at each other and were surprised: this servant didn't dodge.
Song Jin felt that she couldn't tell anything from that face except the silly smile, but she was not in a hurry. She would have plenty of time to observe in the future. She bowed and left the room.
She did not return to her room, but waited at the gate of the courtyard. Sure enough, after a while, she saw Wen Xin coming out.
Song Jin stood at the gate of the courtyard, bowed politely and called out "Master Wen".
Wen Xin changed his flattering smile in the room, looked Song Jin up and down, and then bowed and said: "From now on, when you go out, you don't need to call me young master. Zi Jin is a few years younger than me, so I will call you Zi Jin, and you can call me Brother Wen Xin."
Song Jin imitated Wen Xin, performed the male bow, and called him "Brother Wen Xin" again.
Wen Xin laughed and extended his hand as if to invite you in: "Zi Jin, please."
Song Jin imitated him and made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them walked out together.
"I heard from my aunt that Zijin is very calculating. There is no way to save the servants in this mansion and farm, but if most of the cash can be moved out, it will also be a great achievement."
"It's just that grandma is willing to give me a chance, and brother Wenxin is willing to help me."
Song Jin said a few polite words, but Wen Xin stopped and asked seriously, "My aunt said you have spiritual power?"
Song Jin pursed his lips and smiled, "It happened in my dream, and I have more abilities when I wake up. It's an exaggeration to say that I can be a god."
Wen Xin asked with a smile: "I wonder what new abilities he has acquired?"
"I know a few words."
Song Jin didn't intend to open his heart and just briefly mentioned it. Wen Xin was also a smart person and knew that they didn't trust each other when they first met, so he didn't ask in detail and changed the direction.
He leaned close to Song Jin's ear and asked, "I wonder if Zi Jin has thought of a way to move the money?"
Song Jin smiled faintly and asked, "Brother Wenxin, do you know any painters?"
"Painter?"
The painter would create a fake work, then sell it at a high price after buying it back, or simply exaggerate the painter's skills, expecting that the work could be passed down to the family, and then buy it up. In any case, it's a matter of making money with one hand.
Apart from being criticized for having poor vision, one cannot accuse others of violating the law.
"It would be best if someone is famous, or if someone can imitate paintings. You don't have to imitate the paintings of famous artists, but some less famous ones."
Wen Xin frowned when he heard this: "Why is that?"
Song Jin explained in detail: "There are only a few masterpieces of masters left in the world. You can easily tell who has them, so it's not easy to cheat. Works by less famous painters can also be sold at a high price. It's legitimate for grandma to buy them to decorate her home. As for how much they are worth, who knows."
"Oh, I see." Wen Xin smiled, "Zi Jin is really good at scheming, it's just a painting..."
"One painting is not enough, I'd like to have more. It would be even better if there were jades."
"jade?"
Song Jin further explained: "I don't want finished jade jewelry, I just want uncut stones."
Wen Xin was in a dilemma: "But we don't produce jade in Suzhou. If we want a lot of stones at once, it might be difficult."
This is what Song Jin missed.
Suzhou's silk industry is prosperous, but everyone knows the prices. It would be too easy to be discovered if you wanted to falsify the prices of silk fabrics, so you have to think of products with unstable prices.
If jade is difficult to handle, then the only options are medicinal materials and paintings. There shouldn't be too many literati and scholars in Suzhou, and it is natural for a businessman to want to be pretentious. Painters are not difficult to find, just pick the poor ones.
"How about this, I'll go find some writers who can write poetry and paint, and have them write and paint, and then send them to us for selection. Once we've chosen one, we'll buy it at a 'high price'."
Song Jin smiled and nodded, "Brother Wen Xin is still smart."
"No, no, Zijin's idea is the best. Let's do this for today. I'll go find someone to rent another small courtyard. You can move out as soon as possible and we can discuss the plan together."
Song Jin smiled and said ok.
She escorted the person from the backyard to the sedan chair hall in front. Wen Xin's companion helped to open the curtain of the sedan chair. The two of them bowed to each other and Wen Xin got into the sedan chair and left.
When Song Jin watched the sedan chair leave the Bai family's gate, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
What a silly smile! It's obvious that he is a shrewd person.
He called her Zi Jin the first time they met. She got into the role earlier than me, so she is probably not someone who can be easily fooled.
It's not surprising when you think about it.
Bai family's grandmother Wen Ya came from a merchant family, and Wen Xin also grew up in a merchant family. How could she not know the twists and turns involved?
It is said that history is a mirror. In terms of human nature, there is no difference between the ancient people five thousand years ago and the modern people in the twenty-first century. It is just that the means they adopted and the social rules have changed slightly.
As long as human nature remains unchanged, Song Jin will be confident that he can fight for it.
Just as she was beginning to make plans for Wen Xin's departure, a voice came from behind her.
"Mancao, grandma is calling you over."
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