"Huh?"
Jiang Youcheng wandered around for a long time, looked around for a long time, scratched his head, "Where is this Zhenbaozhai?"
Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun also searched everywhere, and indeed did not see the Zhenbaozhai brand.
"I remember it seemed to be here before, why is it missing now?" Jiang Michia also looked suspicious.
"You don't come to the county town often, I'm afraid you don't know." An old man selling sesame seed cakes on the side put down the pole on his shoulder and said, "This Zhenbaozhai was closed down by the county government a few days ago!"
"Why the seizure?" Jiang Youcheng asked.
"It was said that the goods sold were shoddy and the prices were lowered by coercion and inducement when collecting the goods, which deceived many people. But this time Zhenbao Zhai also encountered difficulties. The young master of Uncle Yong'an's family was naughty at home. Yong'an Mrs. Bo then cried and told her that her family had become empty space and that he needed to study hard so that he could succeed in the future. She also said that the poor family members could not even afford to buy gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival next month."
"The young master's family is indeed so poor. He secretly remembered that he only took the jade Buddha he had worn since childhood in order to exchange for money. When he came to Zhenbaozhai to sell it, the people in Zhenbaozhai didn't recognize him. When he saw a child When I came to sell things, I must have stolen things from home and didn’t dare to tell anyone about it, so I only gave them five taels of silver to throw away.”
"Mrs. Yong'anbo is a hot-tempered person. When she found out about this, she destroyed the treasure house when she came to look for things. She even reported it to the Yamen. When the county magistrate saw this, he became anxious and asked about it carefully. Come on, this Zhenbaozhai does more than just that, even the things it sells are shoddy, and they even pay a lot less tax."
"The county magistrate was so angry that he sealed up Zhenbaozhai and arrested the money shopkeeper. I heard that not only did he have to pay back the tax, but he was also fined a lot of money and even received a fine. After a while, the treasure house cannot be opened this time, and shopkeeper Qian’s family may be ruined..."
What the old man said was vivid, and he didn't forget to curse at the end, "You deserve it. When doing business, you should do it openly. If you do this, those who are evil-hearted and rotten will be punished sooner or later."
"You're right, that's the truth."
Because of what happened last time, Jiang Youcheng also had a very bad impression of Zhenbaozhai. Now that he knew that the shop was closed, he felt very happy.
Black-hearted businessmen, the world will not tolerate them!
For lunch, we still chose a small restaurant in a small street.
The specialty dish here is the duck in sauce.
The three of them ordered an additional portion of fish-flavored shredded pork, soy sauce meatloaf and hot and sour tofu soup.
This time it is better than last time, and you can see the vegetables.
And the food this time tastes even better than the last time.
Jiang Michia was quite satisfied.
The three of them had a clean meal again. When they returned, they went to a braised pork shop and bought braised pork head meat, which they planned to eat cold with shredded green onions in the evening.
Jiang Youcheng specially brought Mrs. Liu some roast chicken that she said was delicious last time.
In the evening, the family gathered together to discuss how to divide the money.
Twenty-five taels of silver, eventually fifteen taels were given to Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun, while Jiang Youcheng and Liu took ten taels.
Jiang Michia put the fifteen taels of silver in the wooden box he dug and buried last time.
Song Jingyun looked at it and nodded.
The lady is right, the money in this box belongs to the president.
The money in the family became more and more, and Ms. Liu felt that just cooking food for the head of the family was still not enough, so she called Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun the next day and went to the town's cloth shop with her. Zhuang, brought some new cloth back to make new autumn clothes for the family.
The days flew by and it was the first day of August.
The stars were still blinking in the sky, and Jiang Youcheng's family got up and started busy, packing things to take to Deyin Temple.
Mrs. Liu and Jiang Michia were busy preparing things like sesame oil money and incense candles.
Jiang Youcheng and Song Jingyun were the items Zhang Luo wanted to bring to sell.
Not only is it a trip to Deyin Temple, but the market at the foot of the mountain is bustling, so it’s always a good idea to go there and make as much money as you can.
But I also remembered that it was a long way to go to Deyin Temple, and I was traveling with Jiang Chunshi, Fang Shi, Jiang Chunyu and Jiang Maihua. I couldn’t bring much, so I only took some finely made needlework baskets with linings, and some Grasshopper cages, bamboo balls and other things for children to play with.
But despite this plan, these bamboo things still took up a lot of space, so in the end I had to decide to pack two ox carts.
Jiang Michia, Liu Shi, Fang Shi, Jiang Chunyu and Jiang Maihua were in a car, Jiang Youcheng, Jiang Chunshi and Song Jingyun were in a car. Each car was loaded with some goods to be sold, including A puppet carved by Jiang Chunshi.
The official road is not particularly wide. To facilitate the passage of people, two bullock carts are located one behind the other, not too far apart.
But Song Jingyun didn't feel very happy.
In the past, Jiang Michia would sit next to him when he went out, which made him feel very safe.
But today, Jiang Michia was on the ox cart behind, a little far away from him.
Even though the two people sitting next to him, one was his father and the other was his eldest cousin, they were both real relatives and very familiar to each other, so he shouldn't feel restricted.
But for some reason, Song Jingyun just felt uncomfortable all over.
Especially when he saw Jiang Michia chatting happily with Fang and others in the bullock cart behind, with a smile on his face, he felt more and more empty.
But if he was really asked to say why this happened, he really couldn't tell.
"What's wrong with Jingyun? He looks depressed and doesn't say anything?" Jiang Chunshi was careful and saw that something was wrong with Song Jingyun.
Jiang Youcheng stretched out his hand and tried Song Jingyun's forehead, "No fever, and he doesn't look sick."
"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?"
Facing Jiang Youcheng's concern, Song Jingyun shook his head, "Dad, I'm fine. Maybe I got up a little early in the morning and am a little sleepy."
Having been here for so long, he has learned a lot from Jiang Michia.
For example, let your parents tell white lies so that they don't worry about them.
"I got up early in the morning. You slept late last night. If you're sleepy, just lie here and stare for a while." Jiang Youcheng turned the baskets over, with the bottoms facing up, and stacked them together. A height that is convenient for Song Jingyun to lie down.
When Song Jingyun saw this, he lay down on the bamboo baskets, buried his head in his arms, closed his eyes and rested.
Jiang Michia didn't notice this, and just chatted with Fang while teasing Jiang Maihua.
A little over two years old, Jiang Michia had a babyish voice when she spoke, and she was so embarrassed that she tried her best to play with Jiang Maihua.
Jiang Maihua also liked this cousin, and her giggles almost never stopped.
Seeing that Jiang Michia likes children so much, Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Fang looked at each other and smiled.
It is a good thing to like children. If they have more children in the future, their family will also have more children and more happiness.
"Hey, sister-in-law, why aren't you here with me today?" Jiang Michia asked.
