Jia Huan looked at Daiyu's beautiful eyes like autumn water, and his heart strings were moved by this beautiful girl. He smiled gently, put his hands on Daiyu's slender waist, hugged her in his arms, feeling her fragrance, soft body, and endless affection.

Since he accepted Daiyu's feelings, he knew that this feeling was not a burden, but a sweet, refreshing and unforgettable emotion.

Jia Huan gently caressed Daiyu's black and soft hair over and over again, and said warmly: "My sister is intent. No need. I sell the land to be an emperor. I will handle it well. Believe me." He had to act like he was selling the blame. Otherwise, what would the emperor think that the Jia family was making money by smuggling?

He helped Daiyu supervise the inheritance. It was not impossible to use it. He could help Daiyu invest and increase his income with Daiyu's consent. But he could never use this money to fill his own holes, or use it as a bridge loan and temporarily misappropriate it. This bottom line still requires the principle.

He did not want to let Lin Ruhai down. He did not want to use Daiyu's feelings for him. If this feeling was mixed with impurities, how could he be worthy of Lin's efforts for him?

Daiyu nodded in Jia Huan's arms, "Yes."

Jia Huan and Daiyu were warm and time slowly flowed away. Zijuan came in and informed her to have supper before they separated. Daiyu's pretty face was blushing and as delicate as water.

Having a meal together, Daiyu talked about the situation of the poetry club a few days ago. The white snow and red plums in the glazed world, the fragrant baby cut the fishy smell and smelled the smell of smell; the Luxuean competition for couplets is the scenery poem, and the spring lantern riddles of Nuanxiangwu is elegantly compiled; Xue Xiaomei’s new nostalgic poems are compiled.

Daiyu held the chopsticks, bit her teeth slightly, and chuckled, "Brother Huan, Sister Bao's sister is talented. Can you guess the nostalgic poems she wrote as riddles?" As she said, she recited, "The first thing is the ancient Chinese, the water in the Red Cliff is buried, and the name is not flowing, and the name is left to carry the empty boat. The noise is full of scattered wind, and the infinite heroic souls are wandering inside. Can you guess something?"

Daiyu's voice is like a clear flute, pleasant and pleasant. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Jia Huan, with an unspeakable agility, which is a combination of poetry and calligraphy temperament and cleverness, and also has the unique charm of Lin Meimei. Her face under the light is like a lotus flower blooming.

Jia Huan was slightly lost in his mind. He was really beautiful! He whispered again: "Red Cliff nostalgia." Just as he was about to guess, Mo'er outside came in and said: "Third Master, Sister Qingwen sent someone to find you. He said that Master Lian had something big to discuss with you."

Jia Huan came back to his senses and said, "Oh, I'll go there right away." Looking at Daiyu again, Daiyu turned her face shyly, with a smile on her lips. She was probably saying words like "Idiot" in her heart. Jia Huan smiled.

Jia Huan dealt with all the big things. After accompanying Daiyu to dinner, he left Xiaoxiang Pavilion and headed to Wangyueju.

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Jia Lian, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and Jia Yun were waiting in the middle of Wangyue. They were drinking tea in the side hall. Jia Lian was wearing a blue robe and walked back and forth, feeling quite anxious. He contacted the Shanxi merchants at Jia Huan's order, and the Shanxi merchants came to talk to him today. The result was not very ideal.

Jia Rong advised: "Uncle Lian, don't be anxious. Uncle Huan has his own concerns. Brother Qiang has already chosen a good place outside Chaoyang Gate. That auction house can definitely be done. Even if the Shanxi merchants do not borrow money, our mansion can still pass this level."

Jia Lian waved his hand and said irritably: "If the Shanxi merchants do not borrow money, the price of the auction house cannot be increased. Why did the Zhen family in Jinling be suppressed? Have you forgotten?" He said dissatisfied: "Brother Rong, I am so worried about this, and my ancestral property is mortgaged. Are you still going to spend money to get married to fill the house?"

Jia Rong smiled embarrassedly. The rules of the Jia family are still very strict. Not everyone is Jia Huan, you can get down.

Jia Rong had already divorced Qin Keqing. He was planning to marry a wife who had filled in the house. He was still young and had no children at this age, so he was a little anxious. He and You Erjie were in good condition, but he couldn't marry her.

Jia Qiang helped his good brothers ease the atmosphere and said, "Uncle Lian, Brother Rong is not willing to do his best. He brought it to Uncle Huan. Uncle Huan said he would not need the money from the East Mansion. Brothers settled the accounts clearly and did not leave the East Mansion's account."

Since it was Jia Huan's decision, Jia Lian couldn't say anything else.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Jia Huan returned to Wangyueju. In the side hall, Jia Lian, Jia Rong and others exchanged a few words. When they learned that they had all had supper at Wangyueju, they ordered Yuan Bo to make a pot of Mingqian Longjing tea rewarded by Yuan Fei, and then served various snacks and fruits from the Jia Mansion. Several people sat around the Eight Immortals table, drinking tea and talking.

Jia Huan asked, "Brother Lian, what's the situation?"

Jia Lian reported to Jia Huan about the preparation of the silver, "Brother Huan, Liu, Rishengchang's shopkeeper, came to the mansion in the evening. The eight farms in Heishan Village in the mansion were only willing to mortgage 300,000 taels of silver.

In total, the honeycomb coal mortgaged 30,000 taels of silver. My father's furniture was only a little over 10,000 taels. Antiques and devices were discounted to be about 40,000 taels. Fengjie and I paid another 2,000 taels.

The old lady paid 20,000 taels of silver. The wife paid 5,000 taels. The rest were different. They were all small amounts. There was still a gap of 108,000 taels of silver. It was difficult to get this money together."

Jia Lian looked a little depressed.

His silver was the 30,000 taels of mortgaged from honeycomb coal. No matter how much it was, it would be gone. He spent the money when he had money. He had a lot of arguments with Feng Jie'er, and he had to steal it, and Ping'er had to give him 500 taels of secretly.

Jia Huan nodded quietly.

The money paid by the Duke of Jia’s mansion is the land heirloom of the Jia’s mansion. If the Jia’s mansion’s income is not affected by disaster, it will cost 20,000 taels of silver a year. There are about 10,000 taels of silver on the books, so naturally they are preparing for the New Year.

Jia Mu still had to take care of her eldest son Jia She and could not stand by death. Jia Mu's savings in her life were only 80,000 taels of silver. She also had to prepare for Baoyu to get married, Daiyu and Yingchun sisters to get married. She took out 20,000 taels to Jia She.

Mrs. Wang has never had a good face to Jia She. She can get five thousand taels out, which is an explanation to Jia Zheng.

Therefore, Jia Huan has to prepare the remaining 108,000 taels of silver.

Jia Huan said: "The Jin Shang Piaohao is only willing to mortgage 300,000 yuan, but it is still a little less. In this way, I mortgage my ice cream business. Also, the rouge business we have in partnership is mortgaged, so we must mortgage another 100,000 taels of silver."

The ice cream business is unique to Jia Huan. Jia Rong and Lin Zhiyun help him sell on behalf of the sales. The rouge business is jointly organized by Jia Huan, Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian, led by Jia Huan.

Jia Lian was a little moved. Jia Huan was willing to take out these things, but he was still very determined. Of course, Jia Lian didn't know that Jia Huan had made up his mind to send Jia She on the way. His voice was a little choked and he said, "Brother Huan, thank you."

Jia Huan nodded, smiled and said, "Second Brother Lian, I heard that Sister Feng is pregnant. Please stop arguing and let her have a good time. The mansion is now a difficult time, but you can definitely get over it." He heard Baochai say this.

He smiled at Lin Meimei, because he smiled at Fengjie, because he was uneasy. He would not laugh at Fengjie's miscarriage. He was not that kind of person. In the original book of the Red Chamber, Fengjie was tired after the New Year, and she was Xiaoyue. Later, she was pregnant with another son and had a miscarriage. Speaking of which, Fengjie also had very miserable times.

Seeing Jia Huan say this, Jia Rong, Jia Qiang and Jia Yun all felt relieved. The atmosphere in the room became relaxed.

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The Jia Mansion is indeed in a difficult situation at present. Not only is Jia Huan showing it to the emperor. He even mortgaged the ancestral land of the Jia Mansion.

In the social environment at that time, selling land and ancestral homes were all the acts of prodigal sons. They were going to be stabbed by others. Therefore, Jia Huan's "performance" was very hard to some extent. The emperor would not think that the punishment was lighter.

However, Jia Huan did not intend to sell the assets left by Jia She at a low price. The Zhen family's cheating thing was that the merchants from all over the city jointly reduced the price and would not appear on the Jia family. He planned to auction off the assets left by Jia She in the form of an auction house.

An auction house was a new thing in the Zhou Dynasty. However, with the Jia family's connections and political status, it was not difficult to open an auction house.

Jia Lian just said that various utensils and antiques are worth 40,000 taels. The real value may be between 80,000 taels. If the auction is good, it is normal to increase the price by 20%-30%. Then it is considered profitable. However, after this calculation, he is actually still short of 50,000 (48,000) taels of silver.

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On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, Jia Huan went to the palace of the King of Wu and met with the prince of the King of Wu Ning Cheng. He chatted a few words indifferently and told him what books to read during the New Year, and then left. He was not interested in teaching the prince of the King of Wu. However, for the generous apprenticeship of King of Wu, he still had to spend some effort. However, he didn't have much time before the New Year.

Jia Huan met with Wang Youhong, the eldest son of Yangzhou salt merchant Wang Heting, in the Yangzhou Guild Hall on several streets, in the Shanxi Chamber of Commerce Hall.

Wang Youhong came to Beijing for half a month and wanted to expand the perfume market in the north. By the way, he gave Jia Huan an annual dividend: 12,000 taels of silver. The perfume business was divided by Jia Huan and the Wang family. He was six and the Wang family was four.

Logically speaking, he only produced technical formulas and part of the production. The Wang family was responsible for procurement, production, sales, and advance payment of funds, and wanted to occupy the majority of the shares. The reason is very simple: he is an official, and the Wang family is a civilian.

After eating a few glasses of wine, Wang Youhong stood up to toast Jia Huan and smiled and said, "Mr. Jia is now selling his money to raise money. I wonder if he is interested in selling his shares in perfume?"

Jia Huan glanced at Wang Youhong with a smile. Xiao Wang was almost in a hurry. If Wang Heting was here, this would definitely not be the case with him.

Wang Youhong looked at Jia Huan and quickly smiled, "I've been saying a word after drinking, I'm sorry, please forgive me." Jia Huan was just a juren when he was in Jinling. He is now an official.

Jia Huan smiled and said, "I use 50% of the perfume shares as pledge. I mortgage 50,000 taels of silver. The interest is calculated based on the market price. It is agreed to be redeemed in one year. Will your Wang family accept it?"

Wang Youhong thought about it and agreed, "Okay."

The final funding gap was filled. Jia Huan smiled slightly, left a auction invitation for Wang Youhong, and said goodbye and left.

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Although Jia Huan moved around, he finally handed over 500,000 taels of silver notes to the King of Wu on the 11th day of the 12th lunar month and obtained the receipt of the King of Wu. He settled the matter. The King of Wu was the head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and was in charge of the emperor's treasury.

Jia Huan still needs to find a profitable business for the Jia family. After all, the money is only mortgaged. It belongs to the replacement of power and capital, rather than actual value. However, this is all a later story.

The auction house is proceeding in an orderly manner, preparing for the first auction of the Little New Year on the 23rd before the New Year.

That afternoon, after Jia Huan handled the trivial matters of the Jia family, and was about to rest, Mr. Longjiang sent Butler Xu to invite him to Jiaofangsi Hutong for wine.
Chapter completed!