Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 131 Fan Sizhe Opens a Brothel
The smuggling business had been settled with the Queen Mother of Northern Qi, so it was naturally impossible for Fan Xian to interfere with the young emperor.

As for the conspiracy between the Queen Mother of Northern Qi and the young emperor, He Daoren chose to keep silent, and Fan Xian was completely unaware of it.

In order not to let the young emperor down too much, Fan Xian went to the pavilion under the deep eaves to pay his respects before leaving the palace.

Haitang Duoduo served beside the empress dowager and had already reported the matter. The little emperor brushed the matter off with a smile. She had no objection to the continuation of the inner treasury business.

I just don’t know where Fan Xian gets the courage from.

She really wanted to ask whether it was the Overwatch Council's idea or the Lord Commissioner's personal thoughts.

But when he saw Fan Xian, the thousands of thoughts in the little emperor's mind quickly condensed into one idea, and he asked sincerely as a book fan: "Mr. Fan, do you know who wrote the Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Fan Xian never expected that the little emperor was most curious about this question, and he expected that there would be some open and covert struggles between mother and son on him.

After a slight pause, Fan Xian explained truthfully that the author of the so-called Red Mansion was naturally Mr. Cao as marked on the page, so there was no Mr. Lin or Mr. Fan.

The little emperor raised his eyebrows, realizing that Fan Xian was extremely dishonest, and certainly not the successor that Mr. Zhuang had boasted about.

But the same thing goes, character is character, talent is talent.

"Ask the person who draws the curtains, and he will say that the crabapple tree remains the same, which is wonderful." The little emperor of Northern Qi was particularly interested in reciting the poem that Fan Xian gave to the little nun in the northern border. He was deeply moved and said with a smile:
"This poem is full of love. Master Fan fell in love with my little sister-in-law at first sight. If so, I hope you will write a lot of good stories."

Fan Xian was extremely shocked. He knew that the little emperor was joking, so he could only smile bitterly in response.

After chatting for a long time with the little emperor who loved to joke, he finally left the palace accompanied by Haitang Duoduo. Staring at the girl's country-like steps, Fan Xian couldn't help laughing for a while.

After leaving the palace, Fan Xian went to the neighboring courtyard in the mountains to meet Si Lili for the last time. Only then did he feel that his day of intrigue had come to an end.

……

At the same time, in the Fan Mansion far away in Nanqing, the three of them sat together to calculate the accounts.

Fan Ruoruo touched the solitary copy in her hand. This was the result of her hard work in recent months. She smiled very sweetly and said, "My brother wrote nearly a thousand poems while drunk in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. They are all included in this book. It will be published under the name of Xianzhai Poetry Collection. It will surely be a best-seller in Kyoto in the future."

"Yes, yes, yes, the business of Red Mansions has been stagnant for a long time, so we have to launch new products. If this book sells well..." Fan Sizhe was so happy that he was speechless. He used an abacus to estimate the profit and had a great dream.

"Sir, I'll have to trouble you to go back to the Supervisory Yuan to handle the review and publication." Fan Ruoruo handed over the book and added.

Fan Sizhe drooled greedily and said, "We have to hurry up so that we can sell it while the iron is hot. If we wait too long, it will be bad if the people in Beijing lose interest."

Fan Ruoruo glared at him fiercely: "I think I have to beat you up quickly while you're hot. The master is ill, so how can he do things so quickly?"

Lin Ruo listened patiently, nodded and said, "No problem, I will go back to the Supervisory Office tomorrow to handle this matter."

"However, I have to temporarily allocate 70% of the profits from the Red House in the warehouse."

Fan Sizhe's heart tightened, and he opened his mouth in astonishment: "Why do you need so much money?"

Fan Ruoruo had already raised her hand, frightening the latter so much that she shrank her head, then turned her head and smiled, "Ruoruo will go to the warehouse and take out 70% of the profit tomorrow."

"This money must be taken to Jiangnan." Lin Ruo said frankly without any hesitation.

Ruoruo seemed to understand that changing the Ming family's situation in Jiangnan would definitely require a lot of money.

When Fan Sizhe heard this, he jumped up.

Fan Ruoruo took out a ruler and was about to teach her money-obsessed brother a lesson, but she saw Fan Sizhe excitedly said: "Bring him to Jiangnan. Jiangnan is rich and prosperous. It is indeed the best choice to expand the market. Then we will open a branch bookstore in Jiangnan and invest in industries..."

"When my eldest brother takes over the inner treasury business in the future, officials and businessmen will collude, and Jiangnan will be the place where our Fan family makes money."

Fan Ruoruo finally hit Fan Sizhe's head hard with the ruler. She thought about how her silly brother was stingy on weekdays and had no sympathy when it came to making money. But how could he have such a mean thought? She said with a sense of regret:

"What are you thinking about? This is how you read books on weekdays. Where is the teaching of the sages?"

Fan Sizhe ran away in panic, but he still said stubbornly without knowing the limit: "It's just making money, it's not shameful."

"Am I talking about making money?" Fan Ruoruo became more and more angry.

"Fan Sizhe, come here." Lin Ruo said in a deep voice.

Fan Sizhe, who was still running around, stopped immediately, lowered his head and rubbed his hands, then walked back in a depressed mood. "I won't dare to do that next time, sir."

Lin Ruo's expression was no longer as kind as before, and he asked seriously, "Who have you been with recently?"

Fan Sizhe uttered an "ah", standing uncomfortably, and said in a low voice: "I'm not with anyone."

The thirteen-year-old boy was a terrible liar, and even Fan Ruoruo noticed something was wrong: "I often see you running outside these days, what on earth have you been doing?"

If Fan Ruoruo had not been busy organizing poetry and books for publication, she would have noticed this earlier.

"I just go to the palace to play with the third prince often. Concubine Yi is related to my mother, so it's always a good thing to build a relationship with her." Fan Sizhe said reluctantly.

Fan Ruoruo didn't find anything wrong with what he said, but seeing that the gentleman's brows were furrowed the whole time, her eyes couldn't help but become a little fierce, for she was afraid that her brother would do something improper that would give others a handle.

Fan Sizhe's heart cannot be said to be bad, but it is certainly not a good one either. Especially when it comes to money, he is always greedy for money and does many ridiculous things.

Fan Ruoruo had been dealing with him since he was a child, but it was not because of what her master said that sisters are born to bully their brothers, but purely to suppress the boy's dandy nature.

"What are you playing with the third prince?" Lin Ruo continued to ask.

Fan Sizhe finally lost his temper and confessed obediently: "We are just doing some business together."

Lin Ruo looked at him: "Are you going to open a brothel and force good women into prostitution?"

Fan Sizhe was extremely shocked. He had been thinking about engaging in a brothel business with the Third Prince, and now it had entered the preparation stage. He couldn't guarantee whether he would force women into prostitution, but it would always be involved.

"What, you want to open a brothel?" Fan Ruoruo was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. She hit Fan Sizhe on the hand with a ruler, causing him to scream in pain.

"Isn't it still open? Who says that we must force women into prostitution in the future?"

"I've dealt with so many people, but why did I forget to deal with the Second Prince?" Lin Ruo snorted in his heart.

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"The key to the treasury has always been in your hands. Since Fan Sizhe cannot spend the money in the treasury, he cannot raise funds to open a brothel." Lin Ruo walked into the Supervisory Office with his hands behind his back. The officials who were preparing to leave work in the office came up to greet the adult whom they had not seen for a long time.

Trying to follow the master's hurried pace and pushing through the slightly crowded crowd, Fan Ruoruo said as she walked: "That's the money given by the third prince."

Lin Ruo looked ahead and shook his head: "Don't forget, the Third Prince is only an eight-year-old child. How much money can he come up with?"

"Is there anyone else behind?"

"What kind of person can talk to the Third Prince?"

Fan Ruoruo thought for a moment and blurted out, "People in the palace." Immediately she thought of the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, her heart tightened, and she clenched her hands at a loss.

"Either he is trying to win over Fan Sizhe, or he is trying to give Fan Jiaan something to hold against him." Fan Ruoruo immediately found the crux of the problem.

Lin Ruo did not answer her and walked straight into an office, where an official was hunched over a table writing something.

He didn't care that the door was opened until he was dazzled by the setting sun outside the house and then he looked up.

"Why are you here, sir?" Deng Ziyue put down his pen in panic and stepped forward to pay his respects.

"Although it's time to end the class, I knew you were still here." Lin Ruo said casually.

Deng Ziyue was flattered and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is too kind. I am stupid and just haven't finished my work."

Deng Ziyue stayed in one place after he entered the Supervisory Yuan. His official position was neither high nor low, and Lin Ruo rarely met him.

But over the past decade, whenever Lin Ruo was busy dealing with corruption cases in the capital, he sent Deng Ziyue the most. The power he obtained was second only to Zhu Ge.

"Wang Qinian is not here, you have to help me with a case."

"You are joking, sir. When Lord Wang was here, I was the one who handled the case." Deng Ziyue made a joke. How could he not know the training and trust Lord Lin had given him over the years? He straightened his back, raised his sword, and said sternly:
"Since you have come to the Supervisory Office so late at night, I think it must be a major case. In this case, please just give me your instructions. Deng Ziyue will handle it carefully and will never let you down."

(End of this chapter)