Republic of China small businessman

It was Xu Jun who brought a bowl of "medicine", and only put a spoonful of honey in the clarified bowl of water.He put the medicine on the table, cleared his throat and said: "I haven't come back for a few days. I saw that the account books on the side of the saltworks piled up a lot. I will deal with official business in the wing room tonight. Jing'er, your uncle is sick. Well, you can stay and take care of it for one night, maybe you haven't seen each other for a long time, let's have a good chat."

Xie Jing took the bowl of medicine, sat by the bed and fed it to his uncle.

A bowl of honey water made Patriarch Xie taste sour, "Have you given medicine to people before? Why did you do it so proficiently? Was it when you were in Bai's house..."

Xie Jing said: "I was ill twice before, when my uncle wasn't there, Master Jiu fed me the medicine with his own hands, so I remembered it."

Xie Siquan was heartbroken, he was used to being reckless and never gave anyone face, but he never raised his voice to Xie Jing once, and scolded himself with red eyes.

Xie Jing sighed, looked at him and advised, "Uncle, you don't have to do this..."

"You and Bai Jiu are really together?"

"Yes."

"How long ago?"

"Two years ago, when I was in Nanfang."

Xie Siquan felt sorry for his nephew, and his eyes turned red: "He just bullies you that you have no elders to take care of you. If I were here...if I could guard you, it wouldn't be like this!"

Xie Jing blew cold from the spoon, and handed it to Xie Siquan's mouth: "Uncle, take the 'medicine' first, and I will talk to you about it after you calm down in a few days."

Xie Siquan swallowed, and asked: "Why do you need a few days?"

"I've said it now, but you won't listen."

"Jing'er, you are still young and don't understand the stakes. The Bai family is different from ours. With such a family and such a big family business, besides, Bai Jiu's single lineage, even if he wants, can the elders in his family agree? Xie Siquan said anxiously: "Don't get into it too deeply, or if something happens in the future..."

Xie Jing put the spoon back into the medicine bowl and said, "There will be no accidents."

"You can only manage yourself, how can you manage him?"

"Uncle doesn't understand."

Xie Siquan wanted to speak again, but suddenly Xie Jing grabbed his wrist and pressed him on the bed with one hand.Xie Jing pressed her arm across Xie Siquan's chest, just a few minutes away from the other party's throat, looked down at him, and said slowly: "Uncle doesn't know anything, so how can he make a decision for me? You don't know, my fate It's his, and his life is mine."

Xie Siquan tried a little bit of strength, but failed to break free. He suddenly found that his nephew, who had been protected by him as a child, had actually grown claws and sharp teeth.

On weekdays, the minions are gathered together, looking lazy, neither fighting nor grabbing.

It will only be exposed when the bottom line is touched.

Xie Jing quickly let him go, got up and went down, picked up the medicine bowl that was set aside, raised his head and drank the honey water in one go, and said calmly: "Uncle drinks too slowly, I will try the medicine for you."

Xie Siquan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. He lay on his back on the bed and looked at the curtain above the bed, thoughtfully.

Xie Jing didn't go back, and since he promised the second head, he stayed here to take care of his uncle.

There was a "sick" person lying on the bed, and there was a caregiver on a bamboo couch beside the bed, who was really watching over him to sleep.

Xie Siquan's voice was astringent, and he deliberately asked, "Why don't you go back?"

In the darkness, he heard the little nephew on one side reply: "I sleep with my uncle." After a slight pause, the other party said again: "It's like when I first met my uncle when I was in the Shanghai stock market."

Xie Siquan recalled the first time they met, and his heart suddenly softened. He turned over and looked over. Although he couldn't see it, he always felt a little closer, and asked Xie Jing about the injury on his arm in a low voice.

Xie Jing chuckled: "Uncle, don't you blame me for doing it just now?"

Xie Siquan said: "What's the matter? If you have been in Xichuan, I will play wrestling with you from childhood to adulthood." He said something and sighed, "Just look at it now, you grow better in Beidi, and your strength is also stronger. Big, have you learned boxing and kicking?"

Xie Jing said: "Well, Lord Jiu specially found someone to teach me, as well as marksmanship and soft whip."

Xie Siquan talked to him about the Northland, and Xie Jing slowly told him about the snow in the Northland, those forests, the velvet antlers from the Heihe Winery, and the sea of ​​blood-sealed wine.At the beginning, life was not satisfactory, but it gradually got better. Xie Jing said it easily, and it was all interesting things in memory, and he didn't mention anything about danger.

Xie Siquan listened quietly.

Of course he knew how difficult life was in the North.

But Xie Jing's words did not mean to bow down to others. Even when Bai Jiu was mentioned, there was admiration and liking in his words, and there was no trace of fear.

The Bai family treated Xie Jing very well, and Bai Jiu treated him very well.

Xie Siquan was thinking while listening.

After a while, Xie Jing calmed down.

Xie Siquan asked: "No more?"

Xie Jing: "No more."

Xie Siquan said: "Tell me more about you and Bai Jiu. Didn't you just talk about Nanfang? What happened after he took back the land? What happened to you at the winery? How did the people in the East Courtyard of the Bai family recognize you?"

Xie Jing smiled and said, "No, that's something you can't tell uncle."

Xie Siquan snorted: "Stingy."

Xie Jing clutched her arm. She didn't have any nightmares in the past two days, but the previous dream was too clear, and the pain from a whole piece of flesh on her arm reappeared from time to time, and it was a dull pain.When he cut his flesh for medicine, it was also this arm. Now that his arm is intact, he feels at ease for a while.

Not for the arm, but for the one who doesn't have to drink pills day and night.

Few people can understand the relationship between him and Master Jiu.

He had to guard it himself to be at ease.

It was late at night, and the room was quiet except for the sound of light breathing.

In the next room, Xu Jun was flipping through the account book with his clothes on, holding the booklet in one hand and a pen in the other, but he was also a little absent-minded, turning sideways to listen from time to time.When he heard that there was no movement next door, he was also relieved. He didn't dare to approach the ring of flames of war all night, and he really didn't dare to offend anyone, one big and one small.

Xie Siquan thought a lot last night, didn't sleep well, got up late the next day, yawned and sat there in a daze for a moment, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly put on his shoes and was about to go out.

Xu Jun came in from the door and was bumped into his arms by him, he quickly supported him and said, "What's wrong?"

Xie Siquan asked: "Where is Jing'er, where has he gone?"

Xu Jun said: "Aren't you 'sick'? That child is filial to you. He starts to cook porridge and make side dishes early in the morning. He even steamed your favorite custard and will bring it to you later."

When Xie Siquan heard this, he didn't show it on his face, but he didn't go out after washing up, so he just sat there and waited.

Xu Jun sat with him and chatted a few words. The rest was okay. When talking about Bai Jiuye, he hesitated a little and said, "I went over this morning. I heard what Bai Jiu said. He wants to take Jing'er back to Shanghai for a while." Let’s go. The Bai family has ordered a large amount of salt cargo, and they need a fleet to transport the salt. By the way, let Jing’er also familiarize themselves with the route, and plan to come and go frequently between the two families.”

Xie Siquan said coldly: "Where does he want salt, I think he wants people!"

Xu Jun was helpless: "In the future, it will indeed be handed over to Jing'er, let him go for a while."

There was a slight sound at the door, and Xie Jing came over with a wooden tray, with two bowls of porridge and some side dishes on it, and when he came in, he just heard Xie Siquan say "a Central Plains person who doesn't know what to do".

Xie Jing asked vigilantly, "Who is uncle scolding?"

Xie Siquan: "..."

Xie Siquan: "...I scold your father!"

After a night, there was not much estrangement between the two of them. Although Patriarch Xie was still unhappy, it has now become a worry about himself.Before, he was worried that Bai Jiu was not good, but now he was worried that he would not succeed - if his nephew was bullied in the future, he might not be able to smash the Bai family's yard.

After eating, Patriarch Xie wanted to pretend to be sick, but he didn't see Xie Jing coming over after waiting. After asking, he found out that Xie Jing had gone out after breakfast. He was afraid at the moment. It is already at the saltworks.

The man at the bottom bowed and said, "The Young Master brought Bai Jiuye and the others to the salt field, saying that they had received a new order and went to see the salt goods."

Xie Siquan got up and stood there, thought for a while and suddenly sat back down.

Xu Jun asked strangely, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Xie Siquan sat there with his legs crossed, and ordered his servants: "Go, report a letter to Boss He, and then send a car to take him to the salt field."

The corner of Xu Jun's mouth trembled, and he looked at him, Xie Siquan also looked over, raised his eyebrows and said: "Look at what I do! I can't just care about the child, he Dongting should also do his duty."

saltworks.

Xie Jing took Master Jiu and his party to the salt field, accompanied by Mr. Huang and Bai Mingyu. Mr. Huang was writing a book on geology and landscapes. He was amazed when he saw Tianche. Every time he wanted to see it for the first time, he couldn't stop surrounding Looking up.

Bai Mingyu worked in the salt field for three days, but he understood a lot of rules, and accompanied him to choose the quality of the salt and set the quantity.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Uncle Xie (gloating): Come on, Lao He, it's your turn!

He Dongting: Huh?