The Concubine Wushuang of Red Mansion

Chapter 16 Listening to the wind is rain
Jia Cong thought about it, and Meng Jixi thought that he was unwilling, so he simply offered a better condition, "Of course, it would be too harmonious to have an employment relationship between you and me. How about this, your poetry collection, sell If you publish a book, I will give you six pieces of silver, how about it?"

If a thousand copies are sold, that would be 600 taels. A collection of poems usually contains twelve poems. If there are more books, the bookstore cannot afford them. The price is set high and students cannot afford it.

Jia Cong only had one thought. He put away the 200 taels of silver and said, "There is no need to sign the contract. I will give Brother Meng twelve poems, which will be enough for Brother Meng to compile a collection of poems. As for selling, The price will be determined by Brother Meng."

He is simply harvesting the fruits of the labor of his predecessors. If he paid a premium, it would be too ugly to look at.As for the share of the money, Jia Cong had no psychological burden. He didn't earn the money, and it didn't fall into Wang Anshi's pockets.

Meng Jixi was stunned. He didn't expect this child to be so smart. He couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean, little brother, you don't have to sign a contract?"

"If we talk about signing a contract, it will hurt the harmony. Besides, I am still young, so I should put my studies first. If I have spare strength, enlightenment, and gain, but I am short of money, I will naturally find it on Brother Meng, and I will save the money. I still have to negotiate with others, or I’m afraid of being cheated.”

He saw that Meng Jixi's business should be quite big. In any era, there is no businessman who rises without reason.

He has not yet separated from the Jia family, and he does not want to get into any other relationships.

It's okay to make money, just leave evidence.

Meng Jixi was not disappointed either. The more amazing Jia Cong was, the more he felt that he had picked up a big treasure this time.

"There's something I want to ask Brother Meng!"

"Brother, if anything happens, please tell me!"

"I wonder if there are any other ways to sell this poem besides a collection of poems? For example, a single volume. In other words, a single poem can be sold, and it doesn't have to be a collection?"

"Of course there are, and they are usually sold for two cents of silver. Although everyone usually distributes single-volume works, my poems are not inferior to theirs. Could it be that I want to distribute a single-volume poem?"

Jia Cong asked the waiter for a pen and paper, wrote a poem "Two Swallows on the Liang" and handed it to Meng Jixi, "I also ask Brother Meng to help me get this poem printed as soon as possible, whether it is a single line or a collection. I hope it can be released sooner.”

Meng Jixi took it over and took a look. He didn't expect that there was only half of the poem he listened to yesterday. After the second half was added, the artistic conception would be completely different.

Although he didn't know why Jia Cong came.But what he asked for was only beneficial.

"Once the wings are formed, they are led to the branches of the garden. They raise their wings without looking back and fly in all directions with the wind." Meng Jixi put it in his arms. "This poem will be calculated as 40 taels of silver. When I turn around, my brother will ask someone to send the silver to you."

Meng Jixi also considered that Jia Cong was in a difficult time right now, and if it was divided into shares, the money would be received slower.

"Thank you so much, Brother Meng!" Jia Cong bowed his hands in salute.

"Hahaha! If the family doesn't talk to each other, let's go, I'll take my brother back!" Jia Cong really missed his aunt very much. He walked back from here for more than half an hour. The snow was thick and slippery, so he didn't care. He declined, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders, so I won't be polite!"

On the way back, Jia Cong bought some food and clothing, hitched a ride with Meng Jixi, and drove towards Ningrong Street.

But in the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Cong did not go to Rongqing Hall as Jia Mu wanted. Jia Mu asked Wang Xifeng to go and see what was going on. To put it bluntly, she wanted to take the opportunity to find fault with Jia Cong. .

Wang Xifeng received this life and had to go away for a while, so she took her eldest maid to visit Mrs. Xing first on weekdays.

Mrs. Xing was lying on the bed sick, but she didn't want to take over Jia Cong's hot potato. When Wang Xifeng came, she had to let Wang Xifeng set the rules in front of the bed for half an hour. Not only did she serve tea and take the spittoon, she also thought about Jia Cong. Leave it to Wang Xifeng.

"I don't have any children. He was born in front of me. He didn't say what to do, so I can't make the decision without permission. You are brother and sister-in-law. In the past, everything was done well. Although we are brothers, we are not the same. He came out of the house and we have the same father after all, but he didn’t even try to argue with her. I’m so ashamed that something like this happened!”

Wang Xifeng was the daughter of the royal family of Jinling. A protective amulet was circulated in the officialdom of the imperial court. There was a line in it that said to the Wang family, "There is a lack of white jade beds in the East China Sea, so the Dragon King came to invite the King of Jinling."

After Wang Jiainai Du Taiwei took control of the county prince, among Wang Xifeng's father's generation, Wang Ziteng was appointed as the governor of the Beijing camp, which can be said to be a high and powerful position.

Mrs. Xing is Jia She's second wife, and her natal family is also ordinary. The brothers and their family still rely on her to live.

He has no children and only knows how to flatter Jia She. All matters in the family are at the mercy of her husband. He treats Aunt Zhong even more harshly than he treats his slaves. The servants in the mansion are very observant and would like to step on the mother and son one more time. That's when things got into this.

How could Wang Xifeng not know that for so many years, Zhong and Jia Cong had never received a single needle or thread from here, and even Ying'er had never seen the monthly silver coins, so whose fault was it?

Now, I want to put the blame on her and her husband, ah!

Wang Xifeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Old lady Cai was also asking why my wife didn't go there. She also said that she was afraid that Brother Cong was angry and had ordered me to come over and have a look. The old lady often said that the master is now As you get older, why do you put a little wife on the left and a little wife on the right in the house? According to me, I don’t know how many people are in front of me. Since the family already supports so many people, why bother with those two more people? Besides, I heard Mr. Lian say last night that Brother Cong is very talented. If he succeeds in the future, will he be short of the blessings of Mr. and Mrs.?"

In fact, last night, Jia Lian said that the cloak had an extraordinary origin.

Mrs. If you care about this blessing, I can't care if you take me as my sister-in-law and raise it. Now that you are in front of me, I don't dare to assign you any work, so why don't you do some work first?"

When Wang Xifeng heard this, she knew that Mrs. In front of you, no matter what the children did, it was good, and the old lady just said that because she felt sorry for the master. This is like what the second master Lian did, the master and his wife hated it so much that they still wanted to take the most beloved thing in their hearts. He was rewarded with things. It turned out that I was young and could only follow the wind and rain, so I couldn't get the point."

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