Peasant Girl Bookseller

Chapter 109 Which Pot Can't Be Opened and Lifted

After listening to Mai Xiang's detailed plan for the next few years, Cao Xueqin was more than surprised to describe it.You know, in his eyes, Mai Xiang is still a ten-year-old child who has not received formal enlightenment education.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Mai Xiang looked at Cao Xueqin in a daze and asked.

"It's nothing, I was thinking, you are the most special woman I have ever seen. I used to think that all the women in the boudoir that I have seen and heard in my life are above me in behavior and knowledge. Quenchai, I am ashamed of my ancestors. Unexpectedly, I am not as good as a ten-year-old girl, this is really ashamed to kill me." Cao Xueqin looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Mr.'s words are wrong. I'm just an ordinary woman who couldn't be more vulgar. I just agreed with a sentence. The children of the poor are already in charge of the family. With the careful training of my husband and wife, I am not the chaotic and ignorant person I used to be." Little girl, who is Mr.? Mr. has gathered many great talents in calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, medicine, etc. Mr.'s talent is not unprecedented, at least it is rare in hundreds of years. Mr. Qian Don't underestimate yourself." Mai Xiang thought that Cao Xueqin was really ashamed of herself, so she hurriedly comforted her.

"Hehe, you little girl, I'm serious with you, but you flattered me a lot, Hui Lan, tell me, who is right about what I said to my daughter?" Cao Xueqin laughed sullenly after hearing Mai Xiang's words, In a good mood, she pulled Liu Huilan to be the referee.

"That's right, both of you, father and daughter, keep playing." Liu Huilan joked that it was rare to see Cao Xueqin so happy.

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't know that this little girl can talk so much, her mouth is stronger than that of Yu'er back then." Wife Li suddenly said with a smile.

After Cao Xueqin heard this, she immediately fell silent, and Liu Huilan hurriedly asked, "Mai Xiang, just now you said that you plan to open a small restaurant, but is there anyone to eat in our place?"

"Ms., anyway, I open it at my own home. Even restaurants, inns and small shops, I can pick up a few people if I have one, and forget it if I don't. I plan to start raising more geese, ducks, sheep and rabbits next year. Me and If Mrs. Shi cooperates with you to do some manual work, it shouldn’t be a big problem to live your life, right?”

Although Mai Xiang wanted to know if this Yu'er was the prototype of Lin Daiyu, she also knew if this was the time to ask, because Li's wife also obviously found that she had said something wrong.

"That's good, that's good, it's better than going to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha to sell these things, and you're growing up every year." Liu Huilan was relieved to hear that Mai Xiang didn't plan to go to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha to seek a living again.

After all, she is a traditional person, and she always feels that a girl who puts her face down to beg those rich ladies and ladies to buy something is different from begging. She doesn't want Mai Xiang to belittle herself like this.

Mai Xiang herself didn't feel too awkward, she is a modern person after all, in modern times, some celebrities would sing in crowded places such as subways and overpasses before they became famous.

Mai Xiang is a city child who doesn't know anything about farm work, and her family is like this. She doesn't try to earn money to support her family. She may starve to death or be sold. Between survival and face, she can only choose to survive. Anyway, her body is only ten years old, and she is still a little village girl with an unremarkable appearance. Can she eat her face?

"Understood, thank you, Mrs. Ma'am, for your concern. By the way, sir, just before I came in, I heard that sir told the village chief that your house is also going to be built in batches?"

"Our family should be similar to yours. Now we can only take out more than 30 taels of silver. We have moved first, and the garden will be tidied up later."

"Sir, don't worry, maybe one day Mr.'s painting will be spotted by someone, and then you will have the money to build the house." Mai Xiang said.

"It's really good if it's like this." Liu Huilan said with a smile.

"Yes, Zhan'er's calligraphy and paintings are still very solid and worth collecting." Li Ding said from the side.

"Sir, when I move in the future, I also want to build a study room, and I also want some calligraphy and paintings of my husband. Anyway, I am also my goddaughter, so I can't smell like copper all day long." Mai Xiang said with a busy smile.

She had already thought about this, and she must preserve as much of Cao Xueqin's pen and ink as possible, pass it on to her descendants, and give future generations more research materials on Cao Xueqin.

"Don't worry, my daughter doesn't matter as much as she wants." Cao Xueqin seemed to really treat Mai Xiang as her own daughter, and the way she looked at Mai Xiang was more of pity and love.

"Hey, whose family has such a well-behaved and capable little girl, isn't it enviable?" Wife Li looked at Mai Xiang and thought of her daughter. it is good.

Thinking of this, she looked at Cao Xueqin again. If her daughter came back, she could have a family with Cao Xueqin and have a child of her own, then she would have nothing to ask for in this life.

This Liu Huilan is three years older than her daughter, and she has given birth to a big fat son, and with the help of her goddaughter, these days are as good as possible.

Li's wife's sigh made Li Ding and Cao Xueqin's hearts twitch, because they knew who Li's wife was thinking of.

"Mummy is really good at joking, am I the daughter of my husband and wife now? Who do I need to ask, who do I envy?" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Mai Xiang quickly replied with a smile.

Liu Huilan twitched Mai Xiang's face, and said with a smile, "Let me see, what's your face like? You're not ashamed in front of elders."

"Teacher, take it easy, I have to go out to deliver goods tomorrow. When someone asks me if I screw it up, I will say it was screwed by my godmother, and you will become a bad person." Mai Xiang became poorer and poorer.

"I really can't do anything about you. Well, I'm not poor anymore. To be serious, I'll deliver the goods tomorrow. How much money do you think the Tong family will give?"

Because of the help of Li's wife, Liu Huilan finished the ten curtains ahead of time. However, the raw materials for the ten curtains cost five or six taels of silver.Who is willing to spend more than a tael of silver for such a fancy thing?
"I can't say that well, but I think, for us poor people, one tael of silver is a lot of money, but for those rich ladies and young masters, isn't one tael of silver a month or a month? Half a month's pocket money?"

"It's not a big deal. The girls in our own family had two taels of silver a month before, but now some of these big noble families still have three or four taels of silver a month. These big families, How many families are really living on the little salary from the top, and which ones have no land and no business?" Li's wife expressed her feelings from the side.

"Auntie, you can't say that. Are there not many nameless and poor princes in the capital, Baylor? There are many poor family members who can't afford it." Cao Xueqin thought of Brother Dunmin and Duncheng.

"No, who can compare to the richness of Fucha's family? Although the empress left, the Holy One has always favored their family until now. Now there is no family in the capital who dares to compare with his family." Li Ding also said a few words with emotion .

"Cousin, we don't have to envy others. In the past 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, weren't we also the enviable home of Zhongming Dingshi? But in a blink of an eye, the building suddenly collapsed. Who's turn is it?" Cao Xueqin said with a sneer.

"Forget it, let's learn from Mr. Luo Guanzhong, Hui Lan, warm up a pot of dirty wine, Zhan'er and I drink and talk about ancient times, whether it is Cao's family or Li's family, we are all laughing."

"Cousin, I'm wrong, this poem is not from Mr. Luo Guanzhong, but from Yang Shen." Cao Xueqin corrected.

"Yang Shen, who is Yang Shen?" Li Ding was also open-minded and eager to learn.

Not to mention that Li Ding didn't know, Mai Xiang always thought that this poem was written by Luo Guanzhong, and she also especially liked the grandeur, free and easy, and detached expression of this poem.

"Yang Shen was a writer in the previous dynasty, and he wrote "Twenty-one History Tan Ci", born more than 100 years later than Luo Guanzhong. This poem was transplanted by Mao Zonggang and his son in the early years of this dynasty, and it really played a finishing touch." Cao Xueqin Seeing that several people were listening with their heads poked, they simply explained a few more words.

"Old man, you are making a joke again, thanks to you claiming to be a scholar." Li's wife laughed at her husband.

"What kind of joke is this? Zhan'er grew up looking at my uncle's collection of books. Who is my uncle? He is a well-known elegant scholar in the south of the Yangtze River. He is well-educated. Can I compare with him?"

"You, you drink too much before you start. It's really a pot that you can't open." Li's wife shook her head.

"Zhan'er, you..." Li Ding originally wanted to explain, but just as the words were out of his mouth, he felt that they were redundant.

Of course they knew that Cao Yin's collection of books was currently in the hands of the descendants of Cao Yin's second son-in-law Shuncheng County Prince's Mansion. Cao Xueqin came to ask for the books many times but failed, which became an eternal pain in his heart.

"Sir, don't worry, you didn't say it. In 30 years from the east to the west of the river, maybe his family will also fall into ruins in a few years. You will have a chance to buy back the old man's book collection." Mai Xiang said.

Mai Xiang seems to remember seeing an article once, saying that the cousin of the Cao family consigned Cao Yin’s book collection in Liulichang. Many of Cao Yin’s books were single and rare books, and book buyers flocked to them at that time.

"Hehe, what Mai Xiang said makes sense. According to what you said, I still need to save more money. Even if I can't wait for that day, my son can wait until that day, and I can smile at Jiuquan."

"You're talking nonsense again, I think you're drinking too much." Liu Huilan hurriedly reached out her hand to cover Cao Xueqin's mouth when she heard this, she was especially jealous of hearing this.

When Mai Xiang heard this, she remembered the terrible acne rash recorded in history, how can she avoid it?
There are still ten years left, and Mai Xiang wonders if she can save enough money to publish the book for Cao Xueqin, and then take this large group of people to the south for two or three years before returning, and they should be able to keep their lives. Life?
Thinking of this, Mai Xiang really felt a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)