(First correct the mistake. Yesterday I did turn my uncle into my uncle. The key is that I was so happy to write that I saw the heroine so happy, so I was confused and I have already made a correction. Thank you and apologize.)

After playing for a few games, Fan Xian was not very lucky, and was really impatient with Aunt Liu so intimately, so he gave up his position and patted Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhe looked at his father timidly, and Si Nanbo nodded slightly. He was ecstatic in his heart, shouted softly, and jumped onto the stool.

This child is always timid in front of his father. After dinner, he is forced to go to study books, and it is even less likely that he will be allowed to play cards and bet. He knew that he was able to go to the table today because his father was in a good mood and gave Fan Xian a face, so Fan Sizhe felt much better about this brother from Danzhou.

Fan Xian went to the yard for a walk. When he returned to the flower hall, he looked at the table in a daze and found that there were copper coins in front of Fan Sizhe, and the other three companies had almost lost.

Thinking of the extremely passion for wealth displayed by this seemingly bad brother in the carriage during the day, Fan Xian finally realized that his younger brother might not be useless, at least in terms of making money, he seemed to be very talented.

He stood curiously behind Fan Sizhe and carefully observed how the twelve-year-old boy operated. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but look in awe. He saw that the boy had extremely flexible hands, and he could actually code cards, draw cards, touch cards, play cards, touch cards, eat cards, and Hu cards with one hand... but his other hand was placed on the abacus, and his five fat fingers pulled the abacus beads and slammed.

Hu are all Fan Sizhe, and the method of plotting is very complicated, so Fan Sizhe is calculating money. Fan Xian looked around and always felt that this kid could calculate more money. No wonder he could pile so many copper coins in front of him.

When he found that Fan Xian was staring at Fan Sizhe, Liu's expression remained unchanged. He sighed in his heart, feeling that his son's ugly appearance of money was seen by Fan Xian, but he was afraid that the other party would have more confidence.

She didn't know the shock in Fan Xian's heart, because Fan Xian could not see a hint of arrogant or nonsense on Fan Sizhe's face at this time, and there was only the kind of perseverance and seriousness that only "idealists" could have.

Fan Xian decided in his heart that as long as the young man in front of him was given a space to play, he would definitely become a very powerful figure in the future. But he also knew that in the Qing Kingdom, if he wanted to make a name for himself, there was still only the path of imperial examinations and officialdom. Even if Fan Sizhe succeeded in the future because of his family, he really wanted to be given a real position. With his current level in books, it would still be impossible. No wonder Fujiko Kyo said that Liu hated and hurt his son.

Merchants in this era are still not valued. The Ministry of Revenue is one thing, the royal business name is one thing, but the private business is another.

The game ended soon, and Si Nanbo and Fan Jian left his seat without expression. This kind of happy family gathering did not conform to his personality, but for some reason, today was not much the same as usual. But when he left, he glanced at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian understood something from his father's eyes. It seemed that he was a little unhappy when he threw away the guards assigned to him by his father during the day. Fan Xian smiled and did not respond. After all, he was a person who didn't like to be followed. Since that's the case, it would be better to use actions to clarify this point in advance.

Mrs. Liu glanced at her son, and a hint of pity and helplessness appeared in her eyes. However, this emotion flew in a flash. She stood up and said politely to Fan Xian and Fan Ruoru, and then left with her husband. The servants of Sinanbo Mansion knew that the master liked to drink a cup of fruit pulp every night before going to bed, and this was made by Liu to help the master who was busy in the Ministry of Revenue every day to fall asleep.

Fan Xian frowned. He originally wanted to tell his father something, but it seemed that he had to push it back. Looking back, he saw Fan Sizhe who was still lying on the table and remembering the number, and asked curiously: "I haven't collected the money yet, what are you remembering?"

Ruoruo played the cards for a while and was a little tired. He moved his wrist gently and said with a smile: "He, there will be some guests during the New Year, and then his father will allow him to play for a while. But he won the copper coins every time, but he didn't allow him to collect them. He said that a man could not gree with these small profits. Zhe didn't dare to rebel against his father's intentions, but he always had to record how much he had won and said that he would settle accounts with us slowly in the future."

Fan Xian felt a little moved, and he heard some other meanings by the word "calculating", stabilized his mind, and asked with a smile: "Sizhe, I see that you are good at calculating, and I don't know what you are going to do when you grow up in the future?"

Fan Sizhe was young, but he was very focused when he was keeping accounts. He didn't answer when he heard him ask. Fan Ruoru thought that his brother didn't know his younger brother's temper, and was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he was going to help explain, but in a blink of an eye he saw Fan Xian smiling and looking at the young man who was keeping accounts at the table with a little bit of appreciation.

After taking notes, Fan Sizhe seemed to think of the question that Fan Xian mentioned just now. He touched his head, frowned and thought for a while and said, "Of course, he is studying and becoming an official, and he will broaden his family's lintel."

Fan Xian looked at him with a funny look and asked, "Is that true?"

Fan Sizhe suddenly felt angry and lay on the table and said weakly: "If you don't say that, my mother will hear it and she will be beaten up again."

"There are only three of us brothers and sisters here, so what if you just tell the truth?" Fan Xian quipped.

This sentence fell into Fan Sizhe's ears, but gave him some different feelings. He grew up in the awe of his servants since he was a child. Ordinary officials' children were always strict in their fathers and kind mothers, but he was strict in his father and strict in his mothers. Later, his father asked his sister to discipline him, but his sister was even more strict in his elder brothers, so he was familiar with the feeling of respect, but his brothers and friends had never experienced it.

At this time, when Fan Sizhe heard the words "truth" in front of him, who was four years older than him, seemed not very scary. He was not as kind as his mother said, but rather a little kind.

“I…I like making money.”

"What's the good thing about businessmen pursuing profit?" Fan Ruoruo frowned and taught a lesson.

Fan Xian looked at his sister with great disagreement, feeling a little disappointed, thinking that this girl had such a strange idea of ​​being so stubborn when she was interrogated for several years. When he glared at her, Ruoruo's heart tightened. He knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly stopped talking.

Fan Xian looked at Fan Sizhe with a smile and said, "What's the matter? As long as you do it well, it's the same with making money. I support you."

"You have nothing to do with your support." Fan Sizhe sighed in a sarcastic voice: "You have to let your father speak out."

"Do it secretly." Fan Xian seduced the other party like a devil.

Fan Sizhe was excited and immediately thought of something and said enthusiastically: "Brother, then you give me the manuscript of that book first. I have a way to sell the book for a large price." His brother shouted without any force.

Fan Xian was stunned and said, "Is it slower to make money by relying on this?"

"Are you worried about using money?" Fan Sizhe looked at him despised, "Just try."

When Fan Xian found out that this boy dared to despise him, he was furious and shouted: "If you want to get the goods, just give me a plan first!"
Chapter completed!