My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 29

[Chapter 29 Come on, I don’t want to work hard anymore]

. Although he was anxious, Jing Zhe still very humanely asked everyone to take a lunch break. Fatty Ball didn’t take it seriously. He thought what’s the point of taking a lunch break? Hey hey hey in the evening is more interesting.

But Jing Zhe’s attitude was tough and the weather was hot. It didn’t take long for everyone to fall asleep.

In a daze, Jing Zhe was shaken awake by Hanhan. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, “How long have I been asleep?”

“More than a quarter of an hour.”

“Only a quarter of an hour?”

Jing Zhe was angry, “That’s what it’s called. What am I doing?”

Hanhan pointed outside, “Someone is looking for the young village leader!”

“??”

Jing Zhe got up from the bed, looking curious.

He had no acquaintances in the city, and besides, he had just bought a house. Who could come here to find him?

“Why is it you?”

When he went out and saw who was coming, he exclaimed.

“Haha, Master Akun, are you surprised?”

The person sitting in the front hall is the pink young master, who is shaking his folding fan with a bright smile.

“It’s a shock, thank you.”

Jing Zhe replied expressionlessly, and was very curious: “How did you know I’m here? Are you following me?”

“No.”

“…”

The pink young man said He opened his mouth slightly and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out for a long time.

Did I guess it?

Angry?

Ready to take action?

Jing Zhe saw that the pink young man was only accompanied by a young man with the same tender skin and tender flesh, while beside him was a strong man like Han Han. After comparing the two, he felt relieved.

“I…that’s not the case!”

After the pink young man finished speaking, he took a deep breath and stared angrily.

“No?”

Jing Zhe didn’t believe it. “Then why are you pestering me?” “I just admire your

poetry

! If you hadn’t been able to write that spring water poem, I wouldn’t have bothered to care about you!”

The more the young master spoke, the angrier he became, and his well-developed chest muscles also rose and fell. Jing Zhe was stunned for a moment.

When the pink young man turned around in shame and anger, he came back to his senses and scratched his head in embarrassment, “Really?” “

Of course it’s true! Otherwise, why else? Even if you really said it, how could I find you with a look like yours?” “

Coming into this world, Jing Zhe was most confident in his appearance. Now that he is being questioned, he is naturally dissatisfied.

“I have this kind of appearance? Haha, if you randomly look for a hundred people on the street, can one of them be prettier than me?”

Seeing the pink young man blinking his big eyes, Jing Zhe immediately added: “Of course, except you!”

Young Master Pink didn’t care. He paused for a while and then said seriously: “I just saw Master A Kun going to Zuimenglou to sell ice cream? And he failed?”

“You said you didn’t follow me?”

Jing Zhe shouted angrily.

“There is no… following, I just happened to see it, happened to go in, happened to hear it…”

After speaking, the faint sound of mosquitoes made the pink young man himself start to feel guilty.

“Haha, so what?”

Jing Zhe didn’t believe what he said, but was a little curious as to why he said all this.

“I just feel sorry for the young master!”

“Where’s the regret?”

After confirming that the other party was not gay, Jing Zhe was no longer afraid.

“The talent of a young master is rare in the world. If he were to live under the emperor’s feet, he could be granted the title of prince and prime minister based on his poems alone, and his future would be limitless! Why does the young master stick to one place and do the wretched work of a merchant? Isn’t that right? Isn’t it a pity?”

Jing Zhe didn’t care about the first half.

He has dreamed of going to the emperor’s feet, but if he can’t make any money, why should he take his head?

But he really disagreed with the next few sentences.

“Let me tell you three points.”

Jing Zhe said seriously: “First, there is no distinction between high and low professions. Who said that writing poems is superior to selling things? Besides, you can make a lot of money with your own craftsmanship, but one thing It’s not as easy as writing poetry! And the most enjoyable experience is the experience of making money from selling things. Do you understand?”

He paused and continued: “Secondly, I’m just selling things. It’s just a temporary measure. When I earn enough money, I will go to Jingzhou and let the scholars at the emperor’s feet see what poetry is!”

Young Master Fennen waited for him to finish, and after a while, he said curiously: “It’s over. “

Ang, it’s over.”

“Isn’t it three o’clock?”

“That sounds nice, don’t you think it would be weird to say two o’clock?”

“…”

After a moment of silence, Young Master Pink asked again: “Ah. Is Mr. Kun really going to Jingzhou?”

“Yes.”

“Then when will we make enough money?”

Jing Zhe thought for a moment and said, “At least we have to sell all the ice!”

“I bought it!”

The pink young man waved his hand. Free and easy way.

“Did you buy it?”

Jing Zhe looked him up and down, “My ice is very expensive, can you buy it all? Do you have money?”

“I don’t have money.”

“If I don’t have money, how much can you tell me – —”

“I have banknotes!”

Before the word “ba” could be uttered, Jing Zhe saw the pink young master asking the boy to take out a bunch of banknotes and wave them in front of his eyes.

Jing Zhe was stunned.

The minimum face value of a silver note in this era was one hundred taels, and the pile in his hand was estimated to be at least twenty or thirty. In other words, he took out thousands of taels of silver notes at once!

This… rich man!

Jing Zhe was slightly speechless, then he leaned back on the chair, patted his thigh and said carelessly: “Sir, come on up, I don’t want to work hard anymore!” He was

so hardworking that he asked him to buy the ice cream and run directly to Beijing. Isn’t the state nice?

Young Master Pinken hesitated for a moment and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Sit on the chair!”

Young Master Pinken understood, and sat down without refusing.

Seeing that the negotiation was pleasant, the boy stretched out his hand to hand the banknote to Jing Zhe.

“Wait a minute!”

But as soon as the banknote was handed over halfway, the pink young man stopped him.

“What’s the matter, young master?”

Jing Zhe’s eyes were fixed on the bank note, and he didn’t want to look away for a moment.

“Um…I changed my mind again.”

The young master smiled and said: “Young master, if you can make ice in the summer, you can naturally make a lot of money by selling it yourself. If I intervene, I will kill the experience and fun of the young master. It’s not what I want, so I can’t do it! But I will pay attention to the young master and hope that the young master can make a lot of money!”

After saying that, he waved his hand behind him and left with the boy.

Looking at his back, Jing Zhe felt like crying.

What a bullshit experience, what a bullshit fun, it’s all nonsense from me!

I just want money!

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(It seems that there are deletions here. I only found out after being reminded. The system automatically deleted them. Is that okay?)

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