Several stewards of the dyehouse saw something strange happen today. They got down from the couch, faced the Xiang people and the three or four servants they brought with them, and asked: "Master, you are wearing filial piety, why are you doing this today?"
Coming?"
The servants were about to reply for their master, but saw Xiang Ren come out on his own, and replied with a smile: "Brother Wen has been taking care of me here recently. If I don't come here once because of the vigil, it will be wrong after all."
Seeing that he was humble and sensible, without any condescension, the stewards were all pleased with his temperament, so they just said: "I'll let you in."
When the Xiang people arrived at the meeting hall, they met with the stewards. After just a few words of conversation, they turned around and called to the servants beside them: "Put the things away first."
The stewards looked puzzled, but several of the servants looked at each other, took out a packet of medicine from their arms, opened it, and actually took out several seals, walked straight to the hall, and placed them on the table.
While everyone was still in shock, they saw the Xiang people say: "Don't think too much, the Xiang people just brought all the seals and other things to relieve Brother Wen's worries, and there is no need for you to make an extra trip. From now on.
, Unless it’s urgent, it’s better to do it here, as before.”
Master Guan Qi hurriedly reined in his horse, put away his whip, rolled off the horse, dusted off his clothes, looked at the door of the gambling house, and took a few steps.
"Master Qi, why don't you become the shopkeeper of Guofu?"
He pointed toward the door: "Something happened."
Master Guan Qi climbed upstairs, pushed open Wen Zhong's door, and came over panting.
Wen Zhong waved his hand, and the big man standing on both sides of him moved a chair. Guan Qi sat down without saying anything.
Wen Zhong knew that Guan Qi would not come back easily, so he frowned, immediately stepped forward, pressed the armrest of the chair and asked, "What's wrong? Please tell me clearly."
Guan Qi made gestures and said: "Since you handed over power to me, there has been some trouble in the house. Today, a man from Hunan came to me for an interview again. I thought he was not a good person, and he came to ask for a seal."
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"Did you give it to him?" Wen Zhong looked at him.
"I can't stand that he is the master of the house, what can I do?" Guan Qi explained helplessly, "I'm afraid of causing disharmony between the two parties, so I gave everything to him."
Wen Zhong didn't say a word, slowly sat back and began to meditate.
"When it comes to handing over power, it's not that we don't want to hand it over, it's because he refused in every possible way, even if he wanted to kill us! We did our own thing, which made our family unhappy, and now he's here to do this again, obviously trying to run into our gambling house!
"Seeing Shopkeeper Wen's appearance, Master Guan Qi also felt a sense of unknown anger, so he punched the wall with his fist depressedly, "Damn it, you bastard!"
"Oh, don't be like this," Wen Zhong dissuaded, "calm down."
Master Qi puffed out his cheeks and lowered his head.
"The fate of the dyeing workshop is in the hands of others, so it is understandable that the people of Hunan are worried."
Guan Qi couldn't help it: "But... you have learned a lot from your thoughts and worked hard to help him live in Hunan, but you did this to you! Such a villain who is full of conspiracy and conspiracy, how can you allow it based on your temper?"
He lives in Yangzhou City? Don't let your brothers look down on you!"
Wen Zhong twisted his nose and felt a little sad in his heart, sighing: "If you are a senior official, you are on guard against me, let alone him..."
Guan Qi became even more agitated: "Brothers are not deliberately trying to separate us, but if you tolerate it step by step, when the family becomes prosperous and does not need to rely on local power, a wolf like that will definitely put you aside and leave you alone."
Clear the boundaries!”
"Okay," Wen Zhong looked very tired, "I'm not a stupid person, I know everything you said."
He dragged his strong body to the door, and the shadow merged with his back, forming a lonely color.
"Do you need to go to the dyeing workshop?" Guan Qiye asked softly.
"No need, of course I'll meet him when he comes back." Wen Zhong pushed open the door and walked out.
"Big shopkeeper, you seem to have never been to the dyeing workshop, right?" a steward asked cautiously.
"I came once, but I was young at the time and can't remember it," Xiangren said.
"That being the case, I suggest you take a trip with me to familiarize yourself with the environment of the dyeing workshop."
The people from Guoxiang said with a smile: "Old seniors understand better. You must be familiar with the surrounding situation to avoid being blinded when you first arrive."
"I am not worthy of being called 'old senior'. The shopkeeper must not look down on himself." Although he said this, there was already a smile on his lips.
The two of them came out of the meeting hall and walked around in front. The steward told him where was the accounting room, where was the bedroom, and where was the living room. Everyone in Hunan remembered it.
Entering through the corner door at the back of the meeting hall is where the dyers dye cloth. The dyers set up more than a dozen wooden shelves, connected to a long shed, and hung the cloths on them to dry. They were all full. The steward was afraid
After dirtying his sleeves, he stayed with the Hunan people for a while, then turned east and entered a loom room.
As soon as the Xiang people opened the green cloth curtain, there was a loud "click-click" sound in their ears. Looking inside, there were about hundreds of looms, which was deafening.
"I remember coming to the dyehouse when I was young. Cloth had not yet been woven by oneself, right?" Xiang people wandered in front of several looms and watched the weaver's cracked hands vigorously shaking the loom.
The steward poked his ears and raised his voice: "It's almost four or five years since this happened. Originally, our dyeing workshop was dedicated to collecting cloth for dyeing. Later, the industry gradually expanded and we also had connections with the government, so we need to give those
Mr. Gongbu. The first shopkeeper thought that his family had become rich and powerful, so he bought the land to the east and opened a loom room, and no longer used homespun cloth for dyeing. "
As the Xiang people walked, they asked: "How many looms are there now?"
"I just saw the account books from the accounting room. There are about a thousand of them."
"More than a thousand?" The Xiang people stopped and were shocked by the number. "Isn't this enough cloth to supply the entire Yangzhou Prefecture?!"
"Absolutely." The steward agreed casually.
But he forgot about the noisy sounds around him and asked with interest: "How many taels of spare silver can you have left in a month?"
Fortunately, the steward took a look at the account book: "After paying monthly silver and other miscellaneous items, I can have 773 taels left."
"It's more than seven hundred taels of silver..." The Xiang people's eyes flashed with gold, and they suddenly came up with an idea: "Why doesn't my brother use this money to run other industries? If we go to pawnshop again, the Lu family will
How dare you compete with us!"
The steward looked at him in surprise, not expecting that the young shopkeeper who had just arrived had such great ambitions.
"Steward?" The people from Hunan were stunned when they looked at him.
"Oh," the steward replied hurriedly, "You are right! You are right! As for...why the shopkeeper didn't have this idea, I really don't know."
"A shrewd person like him..." Guoxiangren could not figure out what his brother's intention was. This doubt was solved only after he took him to the Meridian Gate of the capital in his later years.