Zhurou

While talking, Pei Yong handed back the handkerchief.

When Zhao Mingzhi went to pick it up, he barely touched the corner of the cloth, and when he realized the second half of the sentence, he was unprepared for a moment, his hands shook, and it was too late to hold it steady.

The carriage was still galloping forward, but as soon as the handkerchief was released from his hand, it slid down and went backward with the wind.

She has never been slow to react, but at this time she had long forgotten to reach out to grab it, and she didn't know how to answer, so she could only pinch the edge of the car with her fingertips, and when she looked at Pei Yong again, she couldn't describe the emotion in her heart, and said helplessly: "Second brother, why should you be like this? .”

And Pei Yongzao leaned over, not knowing exactly how he did it, obviously his movements seemed unhurried, but he was hanging in the air, taking the handkerchief in his hand, and then sent it to Zhao Mingzhi again.

He turned sideways to face the carriage, didn't look at the road, let the horse under him make his own decisions, just cast his gaze on Zhao Mingzhi, and asked, "Why did something happen here?"

Then he said, "How do you know why I need it?"

He let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Besides, whether to teach or not to teach, how to teach, it is not up to you or me - you have to ask the students how much to know."

The veil was gained and then lost, but Zhao Mingzhi could only hold on to it, and didn't care about it at all. There was only one thought in his mind: what student to ask?
With the fact that Second Brother Pei worked with great sincerity, and with such means, even he was gradually unable to resist, and if he really wanted to bump into his younger brother, wouldn't it be even more retreating?

Seeing that Zhao Mingzhi clutched the handkerchief and remained silent, Pei Yong didn't press for questions, but just looked away and patted the horse's head with his thugs.

The horse snorted immediately, raised its front hooves high, and when it landed again, it seemed that even its movements became lighter, and there was almost no sound when it stepped on the road.

After the horse went forward a few more times, Pei Yong suddenly asked: "If you change your identity and look, it will be completely different from today - you and I have lived next to each other since childhood, childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, we became friends naturally. , I am out to herd cattle and plow the fields, can you weave embroidery at home?"

Zhao Mingzhi shook his head subconsciously, and said, "My embroidery is so ugly..."

Pei Yong smiled lightly.

The cars and horses kept going, and the smile quickly disappeared in the wind.

He asked: "Let's not care about embroidery, if there is such a day, what would you want to do?"

What do you want to do?
Zhao Mingzhi became serious after being asked, and said after a while: "If you want to make a living, why not make wine? My second brother has worked hard for a year, and finally got food. If you just use it as grain and sell it, you won't get much profit, so it's better to use it to make wine The spread is even wider.”

As she talked, she became excited: "My father said that the village wine is turbid wine, which is not intoxicating, and it is easy to turn into vinegar if it is brewed for a long time. If it is not possible, I can make sour vinegar and sell it. Useful."

"Usually they are sold in the vicinity. On fair days, they can be displayed in the nearby market, or they can be sold in the streets and alleys. If they can make a name for themselves, they may not be able to open wine shops, vinegar workshops, etc. Grain produces wine, and wine produces money. If you have enough money, you can buy more acres of land, and your children and grandchildren will be inexhaustible..."

Pei Yong smiled and said, "How can I grow those many acres by myself?"

"Then I just hired some hardworking people in the village to help plant them together. My wine shop opened, and it may not be able to protect the people of the village. At that time, there will be more work for them, and there will be grain for wine brewing. There are those who go out to sell wine and vinegar, those who help with transportation, and those who look after the accounts and warehouses—the second brother can’t manage the fields, can’t he still manage the people?”

Zhao Mingzhi said seriously: "But these are things for the future. The business has never been easy to do. At the beginning, no one may be willing to buy the wine and vinegar I made. I still have to work hard to support my family. Don't worry, I won't call you. It's hard work alone, I will go to the field to help me when I am busy, but if it is slack, I can find other ways..."

She thought for a while, and asked: "How about me and my second brother selling some things in various villages? Small business, thrifty as you like..."

In the blink of an eye, several things were arranged for the two of them.

It was rare for Pei Yong not to agree to her proposal, instead he shook his head and said, "It's freezing cold during the slack season, so I wouldn't want to ask you to go out and walk through the streets and alleys. Since it's just doing some small business, I'll go alone."

He said it so naturally, it was obvious that this idea had already been deeply rooted, and it could be blurted out.

Zhao Mingzhi inexplicably felt that his hands were greasy, looked down, and saw that the handkerchief soaked in balsam was touching his palm, and his tail was trembling in the wind.

She didn't look up, just stared at the veil, and shook her head in a strange way: "Since we have met each other since we were young, I think we have a deep friendship, so I don't want to part with it here. Could it be that there..."

She turned her head to the side, and she didn't know whether to hide from the oncoming wind or something else, and after a while, she didn't finish the second half of the sentence.

On the contrary, Pei Yong smiled, and slowly asked: "Are you not willing to go there?"

When Zhao Mingzhi said what he said just now, he had already broken the jar, and now he finally raised his head, but changed the topic, as if he wanted to pick up the fragments and paste them back slowly.

She said: "Selling goods by one person is naturally not as good as two people working together, such a thing with twice the result with half the effort - in my opinion, first I have to ask the neighbors on the left and right for a while, to see what is missing in each season, and then to see what the sellers from all over the place are. If you sell well, you will make more profits.”

"You can only carry two loads on one shoulder. There are few goods in the first place. You need to pack more of those that sell well and are relatively light. The most important thing is to make a big profit. Otherwise, you will be tired from running and you will end up with only three melons. Why bother?" ?”

"Besides, since I'm walking around the streets and alleys, I think I can know the prices of things everywhere. There are ups and downs for things in ten miles and eight towns. You can sell things along the way, and you can also prepare to buy some local things along the way. If you can go east West……"

She fought so hard, Pei Yong only listened to her with a smile, and was not even willing to interrupt at all.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the carriage.

Zhao Mingzhi looked back, and it turned out that two palace servants who were dozing off had woken up and looked at him with dazed eyes.

Even Mu Xiang in the corner opened her eyes.

I don't know when she woke up, and how much she had listened to. At this moment, she was also a little confused, and even persuaded: "Didn't Your Highness always say that manpower will always be exhausted? A day adds up to only twelve hours, and His Highness has already They are busy with things all the time, so busy that they don't have enough time to eat, I really don't have time to be a shopkeeper and a lady..."

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhao Mingzhi to explain anything, let alone say that those were just false assumptions, so he could only give a vague "hmm", hung up the curtain, and glanced out quickly.

And Pei Yong was still smiling at her.

His expression was too gentle, lighter than the spring breeze, warmer than the sun, Zhao Mingzhi's heart softened a little.