In the flower hall of the Qin family, Qin Ye put the note with the gift list on the side of the table, frowned and said, "My dear nephew, do you want to get married on August 15th?"
The Mid-Autumn Festival is said to be an auspicious day for getting married.
If Qin Ye's idea was to go by, the wedding would be postponed until the Double Ninth Festival.
Jia Heng smiled softly and said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a time of reunion and joy. My son-in-law thinks it is very appropriate."
Youdao said that there were long nights and many dreams, and there was no man who didn't want to welcome the bride as early as possible. Moreover, he was also worried about Jia Zhen's plot again, so it was better to marry Qin Keqing home early.
"But in this case, there are only three days left. Notifying relatives and friends will be a bit late." Qin Ye frowned and said in a solemn voice.
Although he doesn't have many relatives and friends, they should at least be lively.
Jia Heng said: "Three days is enough. We are getting married during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It would be a pity to miss such an auspicious day."
Qin Ye thought about it and felt that the Mid-Autumn Festival was once a year, and such a good time was indeed rare. He twirled his beard with his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then, my dear son-in-law, let's start making preparations. We have to find someone careful to take care of it. "
After saying that, Qin Ye also felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. Although his daughter, whom he had raised for more than ten years, was not his biological daughter, he still had a deep affection for her.
This is actually the reason why Qin Ye subconsciously felt rushed. Even if it was really delayed until the Double Ninth Festival, he still felt rushed.
Jia Heng bowed his hands deeply and said, "Zhang Yue, in this case, I will go back to make preparations."
Qin Ye nodded, with a gentle smile on his face, and said, "Go, go."
After leaving Qin's house, Jia Heng got on the carriage and took a deep breath. The matter was finally settled.
Now that the matter is over, his marriage to Qin Keqing will not happen again, otherwise, the Qin family will end up in a situation where people of the time will laugh at them.
Since his rebirth, even if he has a marriage contract with Qin Keqing, in fact, he may not necessarily be able to embrace the beauty. Otherwise, in the original work of "A Dream of Red Mansions", there would not be endless incidents of breaking engagements.
From Sister Feng taking control of the Tiequan Temple, to the engagement between Second Sister You and Zhang Hua, and then to the matchmaking between Third Sister You and Liu Xianglian, the system of Three Books and Six Etiquette itself is a process of mutual negotiation, which can be repeated at any time.
"Let's go back first. I'll ask Song Lushi for two days' leave to prepare for the wedding." Jia Heng felt that he would be very busy in the past few days.
Riding a donkey cart, we headed home. As soon as we arrived at Willow Alley, we were startled when we saw an old man in a silk shirt and a waiter at the entrance of the alley, standing in front of his door and pressing the door knocker.
Over here, I heard the sound coming from the alley. The old man who was pressing the door knocker came over with prestige. When he saw Jia Heng, his eyes in the sunken eye sockets clearly lit up. He walked quickly as fast as flying. He cupped his hands and said, "Master Jia Heng." , I invite you."
Previously, Liu Tong of Hanmo Zhai was urged by the eldest princess of Jinyang to ask Jia Heng to bring the manuscript as soon as possible. However, after Liu Tong returned, he was hampered by the affairs of the Zhai Zhai. He originally wanted to come to Jia Heng the next day. I asked for manuscripts at home, but when I got busy with business matters, I forgot about it.
When they arrived at the eldest princess's house in Jinyang, they sent their personal maid Lianxue to the Hanmo Studio this morning to ask for the manuscript in person. Liu Tong was so frightened that he almost broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He immediately favored Jia Jia in person. The address Heng left was in Ningrong Street, Liutiao Hutong.
Jia Heng cupped his hands and said, "How are you these days, Mr. Liu?"
Liu Tong smiled and said: "Thanks to the young master, I have eaten well and slept well these days."
The two of them chatted for a while, and Liu Tong couldn't wait to say: "How many times have you written the manuscript of Mr. Jia? If you finish it, can you allow me to take it back today?"
Jia Heng pretended to be surprised and said: "Old sir, it's not the end of the month yet, right? Besides, I've only been separated from my husband's Hanmo Studio for only a few days. Even if I don't eat or drink, I won't be able to finish writing a novel."
Liu Tong smiled sarcastically and said, "How many times did Mr. Jia write?"
Jia Heng's clear eyes flashed, and he smiled and said: "It's only three or five chapters. Mr. Liu, we agreed at the beginning that the fifteen chapters will be delivered together and engraving and printing together? Why should the old gentleman be impatient? The old gentleman needs to know how to write People who write do not like to be pushed for manuscripts. The more they are pushed, the harder it is to write without saying anything. Even if they are forced to write, the quality will be worrying."
Liu Tong stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Jia misunderstood, how many chapters did Master Jia write? We might as well let the old man take it back first, and have someone copy and engrave it. It would be faster, right?"
Jia Heng frowned, with a troubled look on his face, and said, "It's just my writing habit. I always have to write the beginning, ending, and ending of a story. Otherwise, my thoughts will be blocked later and I may have nothing to come up with."
When Liu Tong heard this, he secretly complained. It was not like he had not made appointments with other famous writers before. He was well aware that these people had eccentricities, and some of them might, as the young master said, write a complete chapter before the last day. Delay in submission.
This is also the reason why he buys them one by one. If he pays the money in advance, most of them will not be able to deliver the manuscript on time.
Liu Tong said with a smile: "Master Jia, let's take it to the studio first, and have someone copy it, and then send the original manuscript to the master later."
Jia Heng said: "Old sir, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Speaking of which, I also have something to discuss with the old gentleman at Hanmozhai."
Liu Tong's face showed confusion and he said, "Oh, Master, you might as well speak frankly."
Jia Heng sighed and said: "Old sir, I have to prepare for the second county examination recently. I write manuscripts every day, which makes my hands and arms sore. The more I write, the more I feel that it is a waste of time and the gain is not worth the loss."
When Liu Tong heard this, his expression changed and he said, "Mr. Jia, don't you want to stop writing?"
As he spoke, his voice became colder and he said: "Master Jia has made a good written contract. If you don't write it, you will have to pay one hundred taels of silver. Master Jia must think carefully about it. Moreover, he is not afraid that Master Jia will bear a grudge. Shenjing has a hundred taels of silver." No scholar in Lingbafang dares to rely on my Hanmo Studio!"
By the end, there was a hint of threat.
Jia Heng said: "It's not that I don't want to write it, I just feel that the price I paid you before was unfair, and I want to discuss it with you again. Otherwise, I won't want you to feel resentful, and your standards will be greatly compromised."
Liu Tong frowned and said, "Master Jia, are you too young?"
Jia Heng sighed, and said with a troubled face: "One time I read a few thousand words, Mr. Liu, one time I read two taels of silver..."
Liu Tong frowned and said: "I'm not afraid of Mr. Jia's jokes. The price for the newcomer's manuscript is this. It's not impossible for Mr. Jia to raise the price. If the story book sells well in the world, the old man will follow the custom and give it to Mr. Jia." Double the price increase.”
This was his psychological bottom line. If he doubled the price, this book would be worth four hundred and eighty taels. He was already extremely kind-hearted.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Liu, Xiangshi Pearl is dusty, so I would rather pay the old gentleman a hundred taels in compensation so that this book will never be published."
Even if Liu Tong refused outright and even voided the document, he would not be able to use the Imperial Academy's workshop to engrave the book. Otherwise, once it sells well in the world, Hanmo Studio will probably be jealous, and it may cause a lot of trouble.
When Liu Tong heard this, he was very anxious. Now it was not a question of whether to write or not, but the nobleman behind him who was anxious to read the manuscript. He sent his personal maid over. Thinking of this, he said: "Then Mr. Jia wants to mention What’s the price?”
This book can earn at least four to five thousand taels. If a famous artist commissions a manuscript and it sells well, he will raise the price to a thousand taels at most, which will make it easier for him to book a manuscript next time. He thinks he is very kind. But if this young man is still greedy...
At this moment, Liu Tong also regretted that he did not agree on a high liquidated damages in the manuscript.
However, if a high liquidated damages had been agreed upon, the young man in front of him might not have sold it.
Besides, Han Mo Zhai is run in the capital, with the support of the eldest princess’s house. When does it need to be agreed upon?
Jia Heng did not answer directly, but looked at Liu Tong, smiled and said: "Mr. Liu is so anxious to ask for the manuscript, is it for someone to read?"
