The road to get rich through salted fish

Although Zheng Mingzhu was indeed an idiot with no clues, she could still think of something logically when what Zheng Feihong's words implied was so obvious.

His eyes widened subconsciously, and his surprise was mixed with anger, "Brother, could it be..."

"What do you think, besides father, there are several masters in the Liang family. Think again, if we go back, who will lose the most?" Zheng Feihong smiled and nodded slowly. Some brains are satisfied.

Zheng Mingzhu really went crazy, furious, "Yun Shi."

Zheng Feihong continued, "Father doesn't have a real son. Once the Yun family gives birth to a child, he will be the heir of the Liang family. Of course he regards us as a thorn in his side."

Zheng Mingzhu was a little angry, but also a little embarrassed, "But...but we were not born by father..."

Zheng Feihong snorted coldly, "Father himself doesn't know, what are you afraid of? Besides, look at that Yunchen, who really has nothing to do with father at all, a bastard who came from somewhere, and now, isn't he living like a The real young master, travels as a servant guard, wears gold and silver, eats delicious food and drinks spicy food, and is also a master of the big family when going out and about, can't our relationship with daddy be as good as him?"

"Mine, mine, these are all mine," Zheng Mingzhu heard her elder brother's description, her eyes turned red. Aren't these all the things she had fantasized about and dreamed about thousands of times?

Cao Yue, that little slut, bought a little maid from nowhere some time ago, and took it out to show off all day long.

In the big spring, she deliberately asked the little girl to fan her non-stop; before she sat down, she had to wipe the chair first; It's really disgusting to talk about the son of a daughter who can't sit still.

However, she went home and told her mother that not only did mother not buy one for her, but she also thought she was messing around, complaining that a healthy maid would cost at least a dozen taels of silver, how could the family have such spare money for her?

He said that there is also an old lady in the family now, who cleans and cooks for the house. If she insists on going out to show off and save face, she can take the old lady with her.

She almost cried at that time, old mother, how could she bring it out, if she really wants to take it out, wouldn't she become the biggest laughing stock in their circle this year?

Looking at his sister's distorted expression, Zheng Feihong was very satisfied, and then sighed with emotion, "Yes, father's things should all belong to our brothers and sisters, and the Yun family doesn't even have a child surnamed Liang. When my father is old...what can he get, so he is desperately trying not to let us recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors."

Zheng Mingzhu woke up in an instant, no longer indulged in illusions, and scolded without hesitation, "I just said, Dad used to love me very much, Yun's stinky bitch, shameless coquettish fox, dare to treat us like that , When I go back, I'm going to skin him and let Dad sell him into a brothel, doesn't he like to seduce people, let him be a slut with thousands of people riding on thousands of pillows."

Zheng Feihong frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. His sister's swearing posture was really in line with his mother's.

After coming to Fucheng, the more people he came into contact with and the more he saw, the more he felt that he was not much worse than those so-called sons of aristocratic families, no matter in terms of literary talent or appearance and temperament.

But because of his background, everyone felt that he was inferior to them, so subconsciously, he also did not consciously compare everything around him with those young masters.

Therefore, in his request, just like those people, the women around him should be gentle and virtuous ladies, whether it is his future wife, or his own mother and sister.

It's a pity that these two people are already like this now, even if he dislikes them, he can only endure it temporarily, and when he becomes famous, he will lock them up, so as not to embarrass him outside.

After that, there was another series of extremely dirty insults.

After a while, Zheng Mingzhu grasped Zheng Feihong's sleeve anxiously and distressedly, and asked eagerly, "Brother, Yun's made trouble, so what do you think we should do?"

Zheng Feihong put his sleeves back calmly, and withdrew his expression a bit, "You also know that we have not been by Dad's side for the past three years, so the relationship is naturally a little unsustainable, and the Yun family is young and beautiful. Well, father is a soft-hearted and kind person, so when the wind blows by the bedside, he will naturally be wooed easily."

As his voice continued to fall, Zheng Mingzhu's face became more and more ugly, and his whole heart almost sank.

Suddenly, he heard his elder brother's voice change, "However, it's also because Dad is soft-hearted, so he must be reluctant to see you suffer."

"Then, shall we use bitter tricks?" Zheng Mingzhu had a flash of inspiration.

Zheng Feihong nodded, with eyes full of admiration, "Smart, but how to use it specifically, we have to plan carefully, so that Dad really feels sorry for us, and even feels guilty for us. From now on, we are the only ones to follow. We must also be on guard, and we must not let Yun's from sabotage inside."

The two siblings were happily planning, but the door was pushed open with a bang.

Zheng Mingzhu was startled, and after a while, she hid behind Zheng Feihong.

Zheng Feihong was also startled, but when he raised his eyes and saw the person coming, he subconsciously calmed down a bit, narrowed his eyes, and called out, "Mom."

Zheng Hui did not respond quickly and affectionately as usual, but looked at her pair of children with deep eyes, as if she was looking at some stranger.

Zheng Mingzhu poked her head out from behind her eldest brother, and called out dryly, "Mom, it's you!"

Zheng Hui sighed softly, turned around and closed the door, and at the same time inserted the latch.

After all, he is getting older, plus worrying, during the three years in Fucheng, Zheng Hui's appearance has changed a lot, more wrinkles have appeared on the corners of his eyes and brows, and his neatly coiled sideburns, under the light It seems to be more distinct, and there is a silver light flashing faintly.

She sat down on the round stool by the table and said softly, "Tell me, what's going on?"

After a hearty spring rain, the weather is getting warmer and warmer. The newly transplanted plantains under the window sill are happily stretching their large leaves under the spring light.

In the past few days, Liang Feng has been writing, drawing, and drawing other than looking at the account book. Seeing this, Yun Qing didn't pester him to go out anymore. The manuscripts and picture books were quickly polished out.

He finds the fragmentary stories that Liang Feng occasionally tells in jokes very interesting, but Liang Feng has no literary feelings, and the rhythm of his sentences is very messy. He can only rely on himself, and then combine it with the current situation , I have added bricks and tiles to organize and perfect it.

In fact, he really wronged Liang Feng. Although Liang Feng has a good memory, you can't expect him to memorize all the lines of movies, TV shows, comic novels and scripts he has seen in modern times. …

How is this possible? It's just that I can only pick up the main description line of the story and explain it to the interesting part.

Fortunately, Yun Qing is a lover of literature, and has a certain accumulation of background and writing talent. After these stories have been perfected by him, although they are still not as good as the original version, after all, those people are really great writers who have left their names in literature and history. The ancients who have little knowledge here are quite enough.

In recent years, in addition to those cartoon picture books, Yun Qing has also printed and sold several novels at Xuelin Bookstore under the pseudonym "Muyun Yixianren".

Jiangnan Road was the place with the highest literacy rate in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, especially in major prefectures and counties, boudoir people with a little wealth were all literate, they had spare money and time, and their hearts were the most empty. His novels and dramas are very popular.

Xuelin Bookstore has made a lot of money, so it spares no effort in promoting it.

For a while, the pen name of "Muyun Yixianren" became famous in the entire Jiangnan area, and even some unrestrained talented scholars were very interested in praising it, and occasionally walked in the city. In big teahouses and theater buildings, you can also see the spit of storytellers flying everywhere.

After Yun Qing wrote a few pages, he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his neck. After he was pregnant, he had a lot of belly fat, which put a greater burden on his waist. After sitting for a while, he felt back pain.

As soon as the hand was put down, there was a warm touch from the back of the waist, along the direction of the back, gently pressing and kneading all the way, it was more comfortable than the techniques of those women who specialize in this, he was so comfortable that he couldn't bear it There were several "humming" sounds.

Just humming and playing, the subsequent movements stopped, and Yun Qing immediately frowned in displeasure.

Warm breath sprayed beside the ears, and a deep voice sounded, "Don't make such a sound, I can't stand it."

With a swipe, it was visible to the naked eye that a layer of faint red appeared on Yun Qing's skin, from the face to the neck, and spread to the invisible place covered by the clothes.

Feeling that the breathing behind her became more rapid, Yun Qing flinched uncomfortably, and quickly turned her head, "What have you been drawing for the past few days, have you finished it now?"

Tsk tsk, he doesn't dare to provoke someone now, the fetus is less than three months old, he must not take any risks, Liang Feng is sensible in major matters, but once he gets into bed, he has no taboos and doesn't care about anything.

Seeing this, Liang Feng let out a pleasant chuckle, stood up straight, and raised his hand to take the thick stack of papers from the desk next to him. The results in the past few days have been quite fruitful.

Yun Qing took the papers and patiently flipped through them one by one.

"Big ship?"

"Correct."

Yun Qing frowned more and more as he watched, "Although I don't know much about ship construction, but such a tall and strong ship, with such drainage and canvas, is more than ten times stronger than our family's current ship on the river. Do you want to build a ship?" Going to sea?"

"It's indeed for going to sea, but it's not me."

Yun Qing breathed a sigh of relief, that's right, a lazy person like Liang Feng, how could he travel thousands of miles by himself, trekking mountains and rivers to go out, squatting at home is his style.