The entire courtyard was silent.
Xu Mo thought that his younger brothers and sisters were infected by his righteousness, and he just wanted to talk to them about truth and feelings.
Jiang Sheng weakly tugged at the corner of his clothes with lint flying around, "Brother, you haven't told me how you got into this mess."
Xu Mo lowered his head, speechless.
Speaking of which, this has to be another story.
After listening to the secret revealed by Zhu Sihuan, Xu Mo's heart began to move, thinking repeatedly about how to bring down Zhu Zhi.
First of all, we need to find evidence that he bought gambling topics, but this is very difficult. Moreover, even the identities of Zhu Sihuan's direct descendants are not known, which means that there are only a small group of people who have access to gambling topics, and they are extremely noble.
As a scholar with no background, Xu Mo had no chance of contacting this group of people.
Then we can only start with the poor students who sell their articles, find the original manuscript of Zhu Zhizhongju's article, and then start plotting.
It was a coincidence that there were two poor students in the Imperial College. They were ridiculed for wearing patchy clothes and writing without paper. Some kind-hearted people offered to help them, but they were rejected with shaking heads.
Xu Mo was so anxious that he chose a poor student to follow him, wanting to see where he lived and who he interacted with on weekdays.
"In the end, the eldest brother was beaten as a bad guy?" Zheng Ruqian couldn't hold back and blurted out.
Xu Mo's face suddenly turned as red as a monkey's butt. He really didn't want to admit such a humiliating experience, so he originally planned to just take it with him vaguely, but it turned out that his younger siblings were too smart and guessed the same thing.
The actual situation at that time was:
Xu Mo followed the student furtively, and almost lost him several times. Just as he was getting anxious, a voice came from behind Leng Buding, "Where did you come from?"
Then, the eldest brother, who was the most respected by the younger siblings and the most Qingfeng Jiyue, flew up on the spot, and then lay down on all fours on the ground like a dog chewing mud.
It was getting dark at that time, and he had no time to put on his scratched cotton-padded jacket, or wipe his face clean. He just wanted to look back for the poor student, but there was no trace of him.
Looking back, I saw a neat girl wearing a long black dress standing up. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could only hear her exclaiming, "She is actually a student of the Imperial College."
Xu Mo followed the poor students after school. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He was not wearing the gray robe issued by the Imperial College.
"I didn't mean to do it...it was you who was sneaking around first." The girl in the black dress covered her mouth and bowed casually, "It's my fault, don't blame me."
Then he disappeared into the sea of people.
Poor Xu Mo could only sit up slowly, and after taking a short rest, he trudged back to the second courtyard.
His clothes were torn, he was covered in plaster, and he had to face the suppressed smiles of his brothers.
Only little Jiang Sheng blew the mud off his elder brother's body seriously and whispered, "Hurry for me, it doesn't hurt."
I need to sit on the ground for a while to calm down. It must be very painful for me.
Just like the kicks she received when she was caught stealing Uncle Zhao's flat car, she lay on the ground for a long time before staggering back to the ruined temple.
Xu Mo stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his sister's little head. Looking at her big round eyes, he felt soft in his heart.
After a long meeting, Chang Yan said, "Brother, it's better not to act rashly in the future. This time we didn't alert the enemy, which is already the best result."
The relationships between the aristocratic families are intertwined, and the gambling issues involve a wider range of things, which can be said to affect the whole body.
Xu Mo also knew that he was impatient and reckless. He tucked back the fluttering cotton wool. The embarrassing flush faded away and he returned to the eldest brother with a clear breeze and bright moon. "Don't worry, I won't be in a hurry for success anymore."
Speaking of which, the brothers and sisters haven't had dinner yet.
Finally, their conversation came to an end. Aunt Zhang brought out the hot food and invited everyone to sit down.
Chang Yan took the opportunity to lower his voice, came closer to Xu Mo, and said word by word, "Brother, you might as well think about it from another angle. As an outsider, it is difficult to find out the inside story of the gambling issue, but what if you are one of the characters?"
Xu Mo is indeed powerless, but he is a talented man, a fourteen-year-old Jieyuan. He has unique advantages. Some people must want his articles.
After saying that, Chang Yan obediently picked up his rice bowl and ate hard.
Xu Mo's eyes were bright and his heart was clear, and he stopped talking.
Today's dinner still includes Jiang Sheng's favorite big elbow, Zheng Ruqian's favorite stir-fried chicken, Wen Zhiyun's favorite sweet and sour carp, and Chang Yan's favorite hibiscus chicken slices.
Looking around the corner, there were five plates of pastries, all of which were left over from Jiuzhenfang and could not be left for the next day.
Speaking of which, when I was doing the purchase and giveaway three days ago, not a single plate of pastries was left, and they were all sold out.
The purchase and giveaway has ended these days, and the remaining pastries have grown from two to three, and now to five. Anyone who is smart can predict that there will only be more and more in the future.
Zheng Ruqian felt that he was not stupid, so he felt even more uncomfortable.
After seeing Aunt Zhang serve another plate of jujube cakes, this emotion couldn't help but turned into a cry, "Auntie, what should I do if the business of the shop is not good? My cart of Zhengxin red dates will not last for more than half a year."
The pastry shop is out of stock, and Zheng Xin's red dates cannot be transported, and his transportation ambitions are also stranded.
This is so sad.
Aunt Zhang smiled and tapped his forehead, "That's how business is. In the past, there was no risk in transporting goods for others, and you earned less. Now you open your own shop, you earn more, and you take more risks."
"But aunt, I want to make money, I don't want to lose money, and I don't want to eat leftover cakes every day." Zheng Ruqian said with a sad face.
He is a child after all.
At critical moments, I still want to find an adult to rely on.
Zhang Xianglian hugged him like a mother, caressing the back of his head softly, and sighed, "It would be great if we could buy and give gifts every day. There would definitely be no cakes left, but then the benefits would be gone."
How can any shop buy one and get one free every day and still make money and make a living?
Zhang Xianglian said this to comfort Zheng Ruqian, but unexpectedly, several children raised their heads directly.
Xu Mo blinked and said hesitantly, "If there are too many pastries left, it will be similar to a buy-and-give event. It is better to order less profit and make small profits but quick turnover."
"You can continue to give away, but give less?" Chang Yan didn't know much about business, and his words were a bit uncertain.
Their original intention was to comfort their brother, but they didn't want the young man who had been sighing and wailing just to stand up directly with bright eyes and said, "What the eldest brother and the fifth brother said makes sense, so we must continue to buy gifts."
But it’s not buy one get one free, and it’s not the current price either.
The next day, another notice was posted at the door of Jiuzhenfang.
Notice content:
Buy one pound and get half a pound free for all pastries in the store, first come first served!
But similarly, the price of pastries was quietly moved by 50%.
