My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 161

[Chapter 161 Chapter 160 Card Face (Fourth update)]

“If it’s Master Akun, then let’s split the account ten to nine!”

In fact, Zhang Xuexian also knew that the profits of spirits were huge. Compared with the turbid ones he originally sold, The wine was more than ten times more expensive, and he was greedy for fame rather than fortune. Besides, even if he only took a tenth of it, it was still a big sum.

In the past few days, he had thought carefully about it. Among the wineries in Jingzhou City that were almost the same size as his, which one had no background?

He was the only one who came from scratch and had no background, so he was easily plotted by a Jin prince who had no real power. If he had some background like others, how could Su Xinping dare to bully him like this?

Although he now has strong liquor and a tendency to become a royal business, he knows very well that these are all due to the handsome young man in front of him.

And Jing Zhe is very suitable to be his “background”.

As long as he agrees, he will earn a lot of money, and it is his Zhangjia Winery that will become famous, and he will no longer have to worry about being troubled. It is such a thing that kills three birds with one stone, and it is difficult for Zhang Xuexian to think of a reason to refuse.

But Jing Zhe shook his head again.

Zhang Xuexian was stunned for a moment, thinking, could it be that this is still too little?

But before he could open his mouth, Jing Zhe said first: “You’ve given me 90% of the profit. How can I be too little for my nephew? It’s too much!”

Zhang Xuexian took a deep breath, and then said with a smile: “Not much. It’s not much! You came from your own hands and figured out how to sell it. It’s uncle’s blessing to get 10% of it!”

But Jing Zhe disagreed and said in an unquestionable tone, “Uncle, Let’s split it 50-50. If you don’t agree, I won’t invest in it!”

“…”

Zhang Xue looked at Jing Zhe for a while, wondering when did even wanting to make less money become a worry?

Finally burst into laughter.

“In that case, let’s split it 50-50!”

…

Coming out of Jingzhe’s house, Zhang Xuexian looked a little worried. When he returned to the house, Mrs. Zhang greeted him.

“Master, what’s wrong?”

She handed him a wet towel and wiped his face, and Mrs. Zhang continued to ask, “Is it possible that he didn’t agree?”

The Zhangs and his wife had discussed tonight’s matter in advance.

Zhang Xuexian shook his head, “I agreed.”

“Why are you still looking so sad after you agreed?”

Mrs. Zhang asked a little puzzled.

So, Zhang Xuexian expressed his thoughts. After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang looked at him and said, “What’s there to worry about? If he really did this for our Xiao Yu, then he should be happy!”

Mrs. Zhang has always been optimistic. Jing Zhe, if according to what Zhang Xuexian said, Jing Zhe was interested in Zhang Xiaoyu and was willing to give in like this. If the two of them could really get together, that was what she wanted to see most.

Zhang Xuexian shook his head and sighed: “It would be fine if he is just an ordinary person, but he – let alone making strong liquor, he can write poems so well, and he is still confident that he will win the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow night. The first place in the poetry competition!

Didn’t you hear that the third prince of Nan Qi will also participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition? If he wins the first place in the poetry competition, Princess Mo Chen will marry to Nan Qi, but A Kun won the first place.

“Isn’t Princess Mo Chen going to marry A Kun?”

“

It’s not impossible!”

Zhang Xuexian felt that there was no one else because his future son-in-law was too good.

Then he continued his analysis: “Akun must look good, speak well, and have good poetry. As long as he wins the first place in the Poetry Society, he will not only be able to defeat the third prince of Southern Qi, but this will also be an opportunity for him to become an official in the court. It’s normal to be favored by Princess Mo Chen!”

This time, Mrs. Zhang pondered for a moment, and then said: “But it’s nothing…”

“Nothing?”

Zhang Xuexian almost yelled, “If that’s the case, Xiao Yu doesn’t even have a concubine. I can’t do it, I can only be a concubine!”

At first, they just didn’t want to be Su Xinping’s concubine, so the Zhang family refused at the cost of selling the winery. Now faced with this problem, how could Zhang Xuexian agree?

But who would have thought that Mrs. Zhang didn’t care at all, “What’s the point? For a man as capable as A Kun, it’s not a bad idea to be his outside room! And we, Xiaoyu, have known him for a long time, so we can be a big one in the outside room. Not bad either!”

“…”

Staring at his wife, Zhang Xuexian was speechless, and then asked for a long time: “That’s not what the wife said when Prince Jin proposed for marriage!”

Mrs. Zhang sneered: “It’s mainly about Jin. Prince Wang is so ugly, how can he be as good-looking as Kun!”

“…”

It turns out that if you are good-looking, you can really do whatever you want!

After thinking about his big face again, Zhang Xuexian felt sad alone.

…

The next day is August 15th.

Because there was a “fierce battle” that lasted for unknown length at night, Jing Zhe had agreed with Zhang Xuexian in advance that he would “recharge his batteries”, so he lay down and slept until noon.

When he opened the door and came out, he felt the strong festive atmosphere.

At this time, in the Zhang Family Courtyard, colorful murals praying for family reunion such as “Flowers and Full Moon” were posted on the outer walls of the wing rooms, stone platforms, and doors, which instantly added a lot of vitality to the originally dark and boring courtyard.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Mrs. Zhang also put on bright new clothes, and even Hanhan put on a decent new robe, looking like a dog.

Seeing Jing Zhe getting up, Mrs. Zhang smiled and welcomed him into the room. There were various kinds of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the table.

“According to the rules, we should eat it at night, but I know you are going to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival tonight, so eat it in advance!”

Eating osmanthus cakes on Mid-Autumn Night is considered a custom here, but Jing Zhe was slightly surprised by the “you” that Mrs. Zhang said. , looked at Zhang Xiaoyu beside him.

Zhang Xiaoyu’s cheeks were slightly red and she lowered her head.

Mrs. Zhang immediately said: “Xiao Yu has been fond of poetry since she was a child, but it’s a pity that she doesn’t have the opportunity to participate in various poetry gatherings on weekdays. This time, with A Kun’s help, let’s go to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair to open your eyes!”

Jing Zhe finished listening. , smiled and nodded.

“It’s a lively day, Xiaoyu should go out and have fun!”

Zhang Xiaoyu then raised his head, and his eyes were filled with light.

After the meal, Jing Zhe went to the warehouse to look at the spirits again. He was still thinking about it. It would be good to sell the spirits to the royal family, but it would not be good to just sell them to the royal family. He should find a chance to talk to An Di.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Zhang called Jing Zhe into the room. Zhang Xiaoyu was also inside and pinned him down in front of the dressing table.

Jing Zhe was shocked when he saw it: I’m not a girl, why do I need to put on makeup?

Mrs. Zhang explained with a smile: “There are many people attending the poetry meeting in the evening, including His Majesty and the Princess. You can’t be too casual. Auntie will take care of your hair.”

It turned out that it was not makeup, and Jing Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he combed his hair like an adult and put on a handsome new outfit. Jing Zhe looked in the mirror and was very satisfied.

It’s approaching evening and we’re ready to go.

The organizer of the poetry meeting is Wuxian Garden, which is not far from Zhang’s house. You can just walk there, but Jing Zhe insisted on taking a carriage.

“Young village leader, don’t you always walk over there?”

Jing Zhe glared at him: “I am the most handsome boy in tonight’s poetry festival, so the way you appear should not be too shabby!”

He looked forward and said calmly. :

“This is called [Card]!”

“…”

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I’m not in a good mood today, so I’ll update this. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival. Which poem do you think will amaze everyone with your writing skills? Are you scared? Chonglou doesn’t study much. If you guys have suggestions, I won’t listen anyway (spreads hands), hehe.

(End of chapter)