"It's like this. My family originally had an ancestral house in the outer city. Although the house is not luxurious, it is also a three-bedroom house. Brother Fang may have heard about what happened before. There are rumors that it is haunted, so the whole family moved here. Come."
As he spoke, Han Du quickly waved his hand and explained to Fang Xiaoru: "But brother Fang, don't worry, it's not haunted there at all, but there are people doing dirty things in the name of ghosts and gods. It's not convenient for me to reveal the reason to brother Fang. Anyway, I believe I won't That’s what’s harming Brother Fang. I wonder, Brother Fang, would you mind staying there for a while so that you can settle down first and then make plans later?”
After hearing this, Fang Xiaoru laughed without hesitation and said: "The talk of ghosts and gods is just nonsense. I don't talk about strange powers and chaos. I don't have anything else, but I have a sense of righteousness. Since Brother Han has such good intentions, I naturally don't Will refuse."
Han Du felt relieved when Fang Xiaoru agreed. After all, letting someone else live in a haunted house is totally inappropriate no matter how you look at it. Unexpectedly, things went surprisingly smoothly, so he quickly asked Uncle Mu to bring the key to Fang Xiaoru.
After solving Fang Xiaoru's housing problem, Fang Xiaoru naturally expressed his gratitude to Han Du.
He casually took out a snack wrapped in paper, pushed it in front of Han Du, and said, "It's my first time here. I didn't bring anything with me. I just brought you a letter of cakes."
Han Du touched his chin and looked at the pastry that was pushed over. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and he said, "Where did you buy this? Why does it look like..."
After taking a sip of tea, Fang Xiaoru said lightly: "I didn't buy it, it was a gift from the girl from the Jiaofang Department."
I said how familiar I am with the pastries when I look at them. Did you get the feelings from the Jiaofang Division?
"You are really...little etiquette but heavy affection." Han Du felt ashamed for Fang Xiaoru.
It was a good idea for him to give himself the pastries from the Jiaofangsi. I am the head of the Jiaofang Division. If I want to eat cakes, what kind of cakes can I just eat?
Use this to test the sixth-rank officials of the Ming Dynasty? That official cannot stand such a test!
Just now you were boasting about your righteousness. Is this your righteousness?
Fang Xiaoru glanced at Han Du expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I told you that this pastry was given to me by the girl, not from your Jiaofang Department." He bit the word 'yours' very hard. Heavy means that this is the fruit of his own labor and his intention, not a borrowed flower to offer to the Buddha.
But to Han Du's ears, there was no difference. Now Jiaofangsi is a famous gold-selling cave in the entire capital, earning a flood of money every day. The living standards of the people inside, whether they are female musicians, Zhangtai, or those handymen, have simply skyrocketed. As for Zhangtai, when Han Du didn't come, they had to use their own money to supplement the living expenses of the Jiaofang Division. Under such circumstances, their lives are naturally not good.
But now, because Jiaofangsi is so profitable. In addition to the 700,000 guan handed over to Lao Zhu during this period, Jiaofangsi now has nearly one million guan in cash on its books. Countless gold, silver and jewelry filled the three warehouses of the Jiaofang Division.
If Lao Zhu knew about it, he would be jealous. Even if Lao Zhu has the world, he can't compare to Jiaofangsi in terms of cash in hand. Of course, although Lao Zhu could allocate the money of the imperial household department at will, it was not completely in his hands after all. The money in his hand is really only what is stored in the palace.
Since they are so rich, Han Du will naturally not let them suffer any further injustice in their daily life. With a wave of his hand, Han Du changed the previous rules. All female musicians on stage could order whatever they wanted from Jiaofangsi. In addition, melon seeds and peanut tea, preserved fruit snacks and cakes are all available in unlimited quantities.
For example, for someone like Xiangxue who is the mainstay of the Jiaofangsi family, there are really many female musicians surrounding her to serve her. If she wanted something, she didn't have to do it herself, she could just give the order.
Therefore, Fang Xiaoru said that the cake was given by the girl, but in fact it still belonged to Jiaofangsi.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru was a little angry, Han Du had no choice but to smile and ask: "Then why do they give you cakes?"
"She asked me to write a couplet for her. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. They also have their own small yard, so they naturally want to post a couplet at the door of the yard. Although they are homeless, now that Having a little room of my own, I naturally want to make it look like home." Fang Xiaoru looked at Han Du deeply.
Han Du shrank when he heard the words and did not dare to answer. Han Du understood what Fang Xiaoru meant. He just asked Han Du to think of a way to pity these women of the Jiaofang Division, and it would be best to pardon them.
It's a pity that Han Du really can't do this. Although Lao Zhu has now completely handed over the Jiaofang Division to Han Du, the most important music management still has not fallen into Han Du's hands. Even if Han Du wanted to deregister the female singer from the Jiaofang Division, it would not be something Han Du could count on his own words.
And even if he had the power to deregister these female musicians, Han Du would not do it.
The female musicians in Jiaofangsi were either girls who had to be sold by poor families because they could no longer survive, or they were the queens of criminals who had their homes confiscated. Just like Yao Yue, she has nowhere to go even if she loses her citizenship.
In the Jiaofang Division, Han Du was able to protect them and at least make their lives worry-free. If you really leave your country, if you meet a bad person, you will die without a burial place.
After all, they are all weak women, no matter in terms of knowledge or experience in life. Having stayed in a small place in Jiaofangsi all their lives, they have no idea how dangerous the world is. In addition, all of them are as beautiful as flowers. If they were outside the Jiaofang Division, they would be like little sheep walking among the wolves.
Han Du couldn't explain clearly to Fang Xiaoru, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he had to turn his head and avoid it.
But Fang Xiaoru still stared at Han Du reluctantly.
Han Du was a little helpless and was about to explain, but suddenly thought of a question.
Wait, just now Fang Xiaoru said that he earned this letter of cake from writing?
Write!
Let me ask you, how much will Fang Xiaoru’s words be worth in future generations?
Han Du thought for a moment but didn't remember. Regardless, given Fang Xiaoru's status, his handwriting will definitely be valuable in the future.
After all, he is a person praised by Lao Zhu as the "seed of scholars".
Listen, scholar seeds!
With just such a sentence, all the scholars in the entire Ming Dynasty were compared.
According to Han Du's estimation, the price of Fang Xiaoru's calligraphy and paintings should not be cheaper than that of the four future Jiangnan talents. After all, the four great talents were only famous, but Fang Xiaoru had an unparalleled status among scholars.
When Han Du looked at Fang Xiaoru, his eyes suddenly glowed with gold, and he quickly pulled him up.
"Brother Han, what are you doing?" Fang Xiaoru asked in confusion.
What to do? **. No, I want you to work. Don't you want to thank me? Now if you don't write me a hundred and eighty words, we won't be done.
