The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 11

[Chapter 11 Prodigal Son]

“Master, the people from the tooth shop are here.”

After a while, Accountant Liu brought a fat businessman.

After all, he is the general of the capital. As soon as this man walked into Fang’s house, he seemed shorter and very cramped.

Seeing Fang Xiu, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: “Little Wang Baole, I have met the young master.”

Fang Xiu waved his hand: “No need to be polite, you already know about the house, right?”

“Young one knows, it’s just the uncle’s. By the way…”

Wang Baole had a look of embarrassment on his face.

Fang Xiu frowned and said, “Don’t worry, old man. Once this house is sold, it will be sold, and it will never be taken back!

Our Fang family is also a respectable family in the capital, and we will not do things that we will do later. Wang Baole hesitated for a moment and said: “I really don’t have the guts to buy this house, but… if the young master is really in urgent need of money, all you need to do

is

move your hand and write a mortgage note, and I will immediately give you ten thousand taels of silver.” .”

Fang Xiu understood.

This guy is lending money to himself in the name of mortgage.

He thought about it.

This is a solution. At least the big family in Fang Mansion don’t need to find another place to live.

So he asked, “How do you write it?”

Wang Baole hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to Fang Xiu, and said, “Youngster, I’m ready. You just need to press your fingerprints.”

Fang Xiu took it. I took a look at the piece of paper.

It says: The profit is one cent per month. If the profit is less than one month, it will be calculated in days. If the profit is not redeemed for more than one month after the second anniversary, it will be removed from the market and sold.

One cent of monthly profit is equivalent to one hundred taels of silver paid to Yaxing a month.

This amount is far from the usurious loan ratio in the previous life, but in this era, it is already considered a huge profit.

However…

Fang Xiu is now playing the role of a prodigal son. The smarter he is, the more he falls behind.

In order not to be a prince-in-law, this one hundred taels of silver a month is nothing.

Fang Xiu thought for a while and waved his hand: “Okay, it’s settled! Accountant Wang, go get the house deed!”

Wang Baole had a smile on his face at this moment, but in his heart he had already despised Fang Xiu to the extreme.

An Pingbo has been guarding the border for many years. He is a famous tough man. How come he gave birth to such a prodigal son?

Alas…

sad, deplorable!

………

After pressing the fingerprints, the house deed was handed over.

Ten thousand taels of silver notes went into Fang Xiu’s pocket.

After getting the money, I still feel a little unsatisfied.

Who is a prodigal who doesn’t squander ten thousand taels of silver at will? Of course he can’t be at a disadvantage when it comes to him.

So, he waved his hand and shouted excitedly to Bai Xiaochun: “Xiaochun, take the king, the king…”

He was so excited that he forgot Na Yazi’s name, and changed his words: “Take that so and so to the study. Look, all the antique calligraphy and paintings, rare treasures, and valuable things are all sold!”

“Young Master Fang is very impressive, I admire him.”

Although Wang Baole took advantage of him, he still didn’t show off his face. He was just embarrassed. He smiled and acted more embarrassed.

Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a moment, then leaned into Fang Xiu’s ear and whispered: “Master, if the master comes back…”

Fang Xiu glared at him and said, “I have my own sense of propriety, just do what you are told.”

” Yes, Master.”

Bai Xiaochun led the way.

Fang Xiu followed behind.

Next to him was Yazi Wang Baole, with a flattering smile on his face, and he praised the Fang family’s house from time to time.

It has to be said that the Fang family’s house is considered a first-class mansion even in the capital.

After all, this is an honorable family that has existed since the Taizu period. It has experienced ups and downs for hundreds of years, but it is still standing and its foundation is extraordinary.

As soon as a few people went out, they came across a winding verandah, with stones under the steps forming a corridor.

There are several cycad trees planted on both sides, and the rockery more than ten meters high is towering and majestic.

There is also a pond and water corridor under the rockery.

After walking a few dozen steps further, I saw a plaque with the three characters “Er Qizhai” written on it. It was An Pingbo’s study.

After entering the study room, Wang Baole’s eyes suddenly lit up.

The furniture on the desks and shelves is of high quality, and there are even a few pieces of blue and white porcelain that are already top-notch and worth a lot of money.

Wang Baole was dazzled by what he saw and said in a trembling voice: “This, if these are all genuine, they can be sold for tens of thousands of taels at least…”

Fang Xiu said disdainfully: “How can there be fakes in Anping’s mansion? Give us a price. You send some people here tomorrow to move them all away!”

Wang Baole swallowed, as if he was frightened, and said tremblingly: “This, this… I don’t dare to buy it. If the young master is willing to mortgage it, I will pay it back! You have courage.”

Fang Xiu was disdainful.

What I don’t dare to buy is just to get more money from myself, a prodigal son.

Fang Xiuquan didn’t know the trick, so he waved his hand and said boldly: “It’s just some things that are not used on daily basis, so I’ll mortgage them.”

“Young master is really… really…”

Rao is a smooth person like Wang Baole. , I couldn’t think of a good word to describe the prodigal son in front of me.

His face turned red, and he finally said: “Young Master is such a sweetheart!”

Fang Xiu looked at Wang Baole’s blushing face and almost laughed.

A person with a good temper…

It’s really hard for this guy.

The antique calligraphy and paintings in the study were all mortgaged for another ten thousand taels.

Counting the previously mortgaged house, Fang Xiu now has a total of 20,000 taels of silver in his hands.

Even in the capital, there are only a few people who can afford twenty thousand taels of silver.

Fang Xiu was holding two 10,000 taels of silver notes and was in a good mood. He was lying on the rocking chair, whistling and looking at the clouds on the horizon. He didn’t know what he was thinking.

The servants and stewards around him all looked like they were mourning the death of their parents. They stood cautiously beside Fang Xiu, not daring to make a sound.

There were even a few stewards who, as if anticipating what would happen when the master came back, were so frightened that they sobbed softly.

Fang Xiu’s good mood vanished in an instant.

He focused his attention on the sobbing stewards, slapped the table, and said angrily: “Why are you crying? Your young master is rich now. It’s time to laugh. If anyone cries again, I will break his legs.” Throw them out of the Fang family!”

Most of the Fang family’s servants were bought from the tooth market.

Just like what Fang Xiu said, even if he broke his legs and threw him out of Fang’s house, the Kyoto Yamen wouldn’t be able to control him.

The deed of sale signed in black and white is equivalent to handing over your life to the Fang family. Even if you are killed by the Fang family, nothing can be said.

Hearing what the young master said, the stewards immediately shut their mouths tightly and did not dare to make any sound.

Even Xiu’er, the personal maid serving Fang Xiu, was frightened. She covered her mouth with her delicate white hands and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

It seems that after returning from Zuihua Pavilion, the young master is really different from before…

Xiu’er couldn’t help but think of the discussion she heard outside the mansion that day, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Could it be that… the young master is really suffering from heart failure?

(End of chapter)