How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

The one selling firecrackers is Sheng Yiren, a woman dressed as a man.

When the young master of the Jiang family went to buy firecrackers, he always felt that the vendor seemed to have a bad temper. Not only did he always roll his eyes at him secretly, but when collecting the bills, he checked the authenticity of the bills with a look of disgust, then threw the firecrackers on the table and said unhappily, "This sir must be careful when setting off firecrackers, don't let yourself get hurt!"

Young Master Jiang:?

No? How can anyone do business like this?

Could it be that he is so arrogant and rude because he is the only one selling firecrackers?

But when I turned around, I saw that the vendor was smiling and greeting other customers. His polite and flattering face was completely different from the way he treated me.

He couldn't help but ask his cousin Xie Zimiao who was walking with him, "Xiaomiao, is this my illusion? Why do I feel like he is targeting me?"

"How could that be? It must be your illusion, cousin." Xie Zimiao, who knew the whole story, patted him on the back and said earnestly, "He is clearly flirting with you, trying to attract your attention in this way, and then marry into your family and seize the Jiang family's property. Cousin, you must not be fooled, and stay as far away from him as possible!"

"So that's it!" The young master of the Jiang family suddenly realized and couldn't help but feel scared. "This peddler looks good, but I didn't expect him to be so cunning! But unfortunately, what I like is women. This huge family fortune needs an heir to inherit it!"

Although he had the ability to find gold, he was mediocre in business. His father said that he should either marry a kind-hearted woman with a business mind, or have a smart grandson to inherit the family business in the future.

"What's the big deal?" Xie Zimiao lowered his head and said shyly, "If you need a son to inherit your property, I can be your son."

Young Master Jiang:?

The young master of the Jiang family: щ(゜ロ゜щ)

Cousin!

I haven't seen you for two years. How come you have become so naughty?

Which bad guy led my innocent and lovely cousin astray?

After a busy morning, the afternoon ice hockey game finally began.

People stood around the periphery of the ice rink, which was the free viewing area. Although it was free, the visual effect was far inferior to the seats on the balcony.

If you want to watch the game more clearly from the balcony, you will have to pay for it. The better the seat, the more expensive the ticket.

This was the first time that the Ice Sculpture Festival was held, and Xie Chengze had a very clear purpose, which was to make money from the wealthy, so he set up fees for all aspects. Although it was a bit unfair, the ways of playing here were very novel, making the wealthy who had never tried the excitement unable to stop.

In other words, the development of industrial technology is limited, otherwise Xie Chengze would have to invent some bungee jumping or hand-cranked bungee jumping machines to give the ancients a little entertainment shock.

When the time came, Emperor Jian and his officials sat on the balcony.

Li Dongyao also appeared in an official uniform and explained the rules of the ice rink to everyone again. He pointed to the gambling table under the balcony and said that bets could be placed at any time.

After the introductions, the two competing teams came on stage amid the sound of fierce drums.

This game, similar to Cuju, immediately attracted everyone's attention. The two teams, which had undergone training and competition, fought fiercely, with clever coordination and flexible movements, which were even more thrilling than martial arts competitions. Every time a game ended, it was an endless aftertaste.

The addiction of betting on winning or losing, and the number of goals scored by an individual, also made the wealthy businessmen very excited, and they shouted to cheer for the players they supported. They even started selling expensive support boards on the balconies, and it was clearly stated that the wealthy could invest money to sponsor their favorite players. The more money they invested, the more times the player would play in the next few days.

Even if you invest more than a certain amount, you will have the opportunity to play with your favorite players.

In order to "sell" the players better, Xie Chengze tailored eye-catching personalities for each player, such as "achievement of slaughtering 20 Huns", "personality of surviving an arrow in the stomach", and "personality of fortune-making of having picked up ten taels of silver in a deserted place". The wealthy businessmen were dazzled by the sight, and their desire to spend money was no less than spending huge sums of money on the most beautiful prostitutes in brothels.

After three games, Sheng Yiren was calculating with both hands. She was so excited that she burst into tears and said with emotion, "Money is the easiest thing to get in this world!"

Young Master Jiang, who was exchanging his winnings, turned around when he heard these arrogant words. He was surprised to find that the person who said this was the peddler who coveted his wealth.

This vendor is so good at calculating with an abacus?

Young Master Jiang couldn't help but look at this man with admiration.

In fact, he felt that it was not necessary for his wife and children to manage the family wealth. He only needed to find some kind housekeepers and managers to manage the Jiang family's property in an orderly manner.

He was responsible for going out to look for gold mines. Oh, yes, I heard that a coal mine was discovered in Liaozhou. This coal mine was a good business. He might be able to help the court find more coal mines and take over a small part of them to make some money...

In case his wife gave birth to a daughter in the future, and the daughter wanted to marry the prince or the emperor, he would have to have money to buy a concubine title for her so that she could leave the palace and come back to see him.

Young Master Jiang was just thinking aimlessly, worrying about his nonexistent daughter, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few children running and playing. One of them accidentally tripped over his right foot and fell to the ground.

The child burst into tears.

He was about to help when he saw someone faster than him. The vendor helped the child up and gently wiped the child's tears. "Don't cry, the wind will hurt your eyes. Wait until we get home and cry in secret, okay?"

Young Master Jiang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This person is really interesting. He doesn't let the child cry outside, but instead lets him cry secretly at home.

Don’t you want to deprive children of their right to cry?

When Young Master Jiang was a child and was being taught how to do business, he always did his job poorly and often cried out of grievance. His father always said that a real man shouldn't cry, but his mother said, "Why shouldn't a child cry? You're a grown man and you still cry when you miss your sister."

So in the Jiang family, children have the right to cry. In fact, you can cry however you want. Even if you cry and think about it at the same time, no one will say anything to you.

Thinking of this, Young Master Jiang's impression of the vendor improved a little.

Judging from the peddler's accent, he is not from Liaozhou, but rather from the capital. I wonder if he can be taken to Yangzhou to be his housekeeper or shopkeeper... Young Master Jiang was just thinking about it when he saw the peddler, who heard the laughter, raised his head and looked at him.

The face that was originally gentle and soft-spoken turned visibly darker, and his eyes were instantly filled with strong disgust and irritability, "Laugh at your uncle's smile! You unscrupulous person!"

Young Master Jiang:?

What's wrong with me?!