Chapter 297: Only those who hold the killing intention can win the battle
Those who were well-read in poetry and literature made it clear that Sang Zhixia had to support herself, and those who were not well-educated were forced to do so.
Sang Zhixia looked at the bowl in her hand which had grown bigger. After the meal, she was pressed against the small table to think carefully. However, the pen she picked up could not touch the paper.
A few little ones came to help him think, but they were ordered not to give any random ideas.
Xu Yanran studied obediently, and found Sang Zhixia's headache somewhat amusing: "Sister-in-law, coming up with a name is harder than being questioned by grandfather about your schoolwork."
Sang Zhixia smiled bitterly and said, "With so much good stuff right before my eyes, how could I possibly think of anything better?"
Uncle Xu's winery also opened a tavern in the county town some time ago. The plaque above the door has only three words: Deep Alley.
There was no mention of wine, but it was known that even an illiterate person could guess that this shop called "Deep Alley" sold wine.
Easy to understand but not too vulgar.
It can connect with wealthy people who have no shortage of money, and it can also seamlessly connect with the working people.
That's good.
But Sang Zhixia couldn't imagine anything similar to this.
Seeing that Sang Zhixia was really embarrassed, Xu Yanran asked tentatively: "What do you want to be called, sister-in-law?"
"Why don't you tell me what you think of first, and then pick the best one?"
Sang Zhixia rubbed her face and said in a muffled voice, "Soap Flower House."
Xu Yanran: "..."
It's no wonder that Sang Zhixia refused to speak when there were many people around. After all, the few words she blurted out were really...
Xu Yanran held her chin up, unable to put it into words, and said delicately, "What else?"
"More? Why more?"
Sangzhi Xiatou took a deep breath and said with a grin, "The only thing on my mind right now is Zaohua House. How can I think of anything else?"
"How about just calling her Soap Flower?"
Xu Yanran pursed her lips and shook her head: "No, Second Aunt said it should be elegant, this is not elegant at all."
"What...what is it called?"
Sang Zhixia, who was omnipotent in the eyes of the little ones, showed such a helpless expression for the first time. For a moment, those who were under the silence order could not help but laugh.
Xu Mingyang said enthusiastically: "Call it Oil Soap!"
Sangzhixia is just as the name suggests: "Because it is soap flower made of lard?"
"right!"
"not good."
Xu Jinxi pouted and shouted, "It doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good at all!"
Sang Zhixia also shook her head: "It's a secret that it's made with lard. We can't let anyone know. This one won't work. Next one."
Xu Mingyang rubbed his chin and pondered. Xu Mingxu took the paper in his hand and ran to Sang Zhixia, holding up the paper with a secret sense of satisfaction: "Sister-in-law, look at this!"
This child is very thoughtful and cannot be spoken out loud, so I wrote it down with a pen and showed it to Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia took the paper and lowered her head: "Bai Yuxiang?"
"Yes, doesn't soap flower look just like white jade? And it's fragrant white jade."
They are all white and moist.
Sang Zhixia raised her eyebrows and couldn't tell what was good about it, nor could she say what was bad about it. Just as she was thinking about it, Xu Yanran said, "But the soap flowers that sister-in-law wants to sell are not all white."
"Didn't you hear what my sister-in-law said before? We'll make it in many different colors in the future. How can we just call it Bai Yuxiang?"
Xu Mingxu didn't expect that he had overlooked this. He exclaimed and turned back to continue thinking.
As for Xu Mingyang...
Xu Mingyang already missed his elder and second brothers.
Xu Mingyang said: "If only my eldest and second brothers were here, they would definitely know everything!"
Xu Yu and Xu Minghui are the smartest!
Sang Zhixia deeply agreed and said with regret, "Even if it's just one."
The hateful thing is that none of them are here.
Xu Yanran couldn't bear to see them acting so uselessly. She shook her head and grabbed the piece of paper Xu Mingxu had written. After a moment's thought, she said, "White jade isn't appropriate, but the word 'jade' is actually acceptable. Aren't things related to jade very expensive?"
Wouldn't it be easier to sell it at a high price this way?
Sang Zhixia's eyes suddenly showed some understanding, and she looked at Xu Yanran encouragingly: "Go on."
Xu Yanran tilted her head and asked, "Sister-in-law, are the soap flowers you want to sell in the shop all packed in small boxes?"
"Yes, how about I bring the little box over to you?"
"I've seen the boxes."
Xu Yanran tried hard to think, and hesitated under Sang Zhixia's expectant gaze, "Since it's in a box and looks like white jade, how about..."
"How about calling it Box Fragrance?"
"Incense in a box?"
The next morning, the old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "This name is quite vulgar and elegant."
You can tell what it is right away, but it's not too cliché.
It is also usable.
Sang Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief and smiled ingratiatingly, "Since Grandfather thinks this is feasible, why not just call it a deal?"
"Don't bother two people with one thing. Grandfather is free today. Could you please help me write the words for the plaque so that I can take it to someone else to do it in time?"
"Looking for questions for me?"
The old man laughed and said, "Why do you want me to write a plaque for your shop?"
"Write it yourself."
"Write it yourself?"
Sang Zhixia's face was full of struggle and displeasure. She said bitterly, "Grandfather knows my poor handwriting. It's fine to hide it at home and look at it, but if I put it up outside, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?"
"Grandfather is still..."
"I've been practicing calligraphy for so long. Even if my calligraphy isn't as good as that of a scholar, it still has its own style. Who would dare to make fun of me?"
The old man rarely refused Sang Zhixia's request, waving his hand and saying, "Write the plaque yourself. I'll write a couplet for you to hang up on the opening day."
"That's it. Don't follow those little ones and just go about your business. Don't bother me while I'm looking at the chess manual."
"But I..."
"If you talk too much, come play chess with me."
Sang Zhixia looked at the unfinished chess game in the old man's hand and forced a sullen smile: "Okay, Grandfather, I'll get busy now."
"Grandfather, please take your time to read. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."
Sangzhi Xiawang's chessboard immediately spun away, and the few children who were also learning chess from the old man looked confused.
Xu Mingyang, who knew nothing about poetry and literature but was a master at chess, was puzzled and asked, "Why is my sister-in-law so afraid of chess?"
Playing chess is obviously much easier than studying, okay?!
Xu Mingxu, who had also taken up chess at a young age, was also puzzled: "Maybe my sister-in-law doesn't like playing chess?"
"And my sister-in-law's chess skills are terrible."
Xu Yanran, who had always been protective of Sang Zhixia, had a subtle expression on her face, and spoke in a complicated tone, "Once on the chessboard, I really couldn't believe that that was my omnipotent sister-in-law."
Xu Jinxi wanted to interrupt, but unfortunately she herself couldn't understand the chess record, so she could only blink regretfully.
The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard what they said. He laughed and said, "Want to know?"
A few of the little ones nodded vigorously.
The old man picked up the black piece on the chessboard and said slowly, "A chess game requires careful planning and careful observation. The overall situation can be seen from the placement of a single piece."
The game of chess is not only a competition of skills, but also a confrontation of the ups and downs of scheming.
Whether it is a bold and decisive move, or a lone and brave attack, or a gentle and gentle killing of the enemy, there is always a ray of murderous intent on the chessboard.
He who has murderous intentions will win the battle.
The old man's gentle gaze swept across the little faces one by one, and he sighed softly, "Benevolence is born from kindness. People with pure minds who only want to do one thing well will find it difficult to like something that consumes so much energy."
"But this kind of temperament is a blessing for the Xu family."
These little ones seem gentle and harmless at home, and there is no sign of anything wrong with the youngest one, Xu Jinxi, at the moment, but the older ones are not so worry-free.
Plus Xu Yu and Xu Minghui...
The old man couldn't help but feel very fortunate when he thought about it.
There is no shortage of mulberry branches and summer fruits, and there is also wrist skills, and the remaining gentleness is just enough to make these rebellious little bastards restrain themselves a little more.
If everyone had a cold-blooded and murderous nature...
The old man shook his head and smiled, placing a chess piece on the black and white chessboard: "Forget it, I still want to live a few more years."
"Anyway, you all need to remember how good she is to you now. When you grow up, you must protect her more."
"That's enough."
The children listened quietly, then stood up in unison, bowed their heads, and said, "Grandfather's teachings, I will remember them and never forget them."
"Granddaughter has made note of it."
The old man smiled and nodded. "Just remember it. Sit down and take a look. How do you solve this chess game? Do you have any ideas?"
In the Xu family's study, there was a constant stream of responses from the old and the young. Sang Zhixia on the farm knew nothing about it, because what was before her was another more obvious problem.
There isn't enough pot.
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