The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

The next day, the newspaper shop was still very busy. It wasn't until the sunset fell in the middle of the street that Chen Heng and Xue Biao had time to send all the guests away.

The two of them tidied up for a while and then came to Xue's house side by side. On the way, Chen Heng once again inquired about Xue's father's physical condition.

Xue Biao just shook his head. Naturally, he invited Master Xu to come to his home to have a look.

Master Xu said that Xue's father had been traveling all year round and had some problems with him. This time, he was too depressed.

The former can still be cultivated through conditioning, but it is the latter problem that makes Master Xu and Xue Biao suffer together.

After Chen Heng listened silently, he raised his hand and patted his friend's shoulder, comforting him: It's okay. Didn't we find something to do for uncle this time?

Xue Biao let out a long breath, with a rare determination in his expression, I know, Brother Heng. Although my mother and sister don't say it on the face, they are still worried in their hearts. At this time, I will do the right thing for the eldest son and eldest brother. Things to do.

Xue's father's illness seems to have had a considerable impact on Xue Biao. Chen Heng sighed in his heart and crossed the gate with Xue Biao.

When the eldest young master came home, one of the servants at the door had already come out and ran into the house to report to his wife. As soon as Chen Heng walked to the front hall, he saw Xue's mother, Mrs. Fan, coming out to greet the guests.

Auntie. When he saw the elder, Chen Heng immediately bowed and saluted.

As soon as they met, Mrs. Fan said to Chen Hengxian, You kid, why did it take so long to come here? Is it because you didn't have fun at home last time?

Although Fan is over thirty years old, her appearance is stunning, and her temperament is better than that of ordinary people, but her face looks a bit haggard.

Chen Heng thought of abducting the other party's precious son to do private work. He was a little embarrassed to answer the question and only laughed awkwardly.

Xue Biao took the initiative to help his friend out, Mom, it was me who took Brother Heng to play too much in the academy, so he didn't come as much.

Then you have the nerve to say it. Mrs. Fan scolded her son, then waved the two of them to sit down, and asked: Do you have anything you want to eat tonight? Mom can ask someone to cook it for you.

Xue Biao remembered Chen Heng's taste and briefly reported a few dish names. He said to Mrs. Fan, Mom, Brother Heng and I have something to do with dad. Let's go to the study and wait. You can help me tell dad.

As soon as Mrs. Fan heard that she was going to the study, she knew that something was really going on with these two children. He nodded immediately and didn't say much else. He just asked the two of them to sit in the study for a while, and he would order someone to send tea there shortly.

After the two of them bowed and left, they didn't wait long in the study when they saw Father Xue walking in wearing a robe.

Chen Heng took a quick look and found that compared to the Uncle Xue he had seen in the academy before, he was not much thinner, but his energy and energy were obviously much worse.

Xue Ai came to the main seat and led the two juniors to sit beside him. After a little test on Xue Biao's homework, he looked at Chen Heng with a smile and said, Tell me, my nephew comes to see me for something.

Chen Heng felt that this was a rare opportunity for Xue Ai to see Xue Biao's growth, so he smiled and asked Xue Biao: Are you coming? Or am I coming?

Xue Biao was sitting opposite him. Hearing this, he said warmly: Since we are doing it together, let's talk about it together.

This couldn't be better. Chen Heng nodded with a smile, raised his hand, and signaled his friend to start first.

Xue Biao coughed, moved closer to Xue Ai, and began to tell him and Chen Heng's recent plans one by one.

While he was talking, there was a sound of pushing the door outside. It turned out to be Xue Baoqin, who knew that his brother was back, and was walking into the study with tea.

When Xue Biao saw that it was his sister, he just continued talking by himself.

Baoqin saw them talking, so he simply didn't disturb them. He brought the teapot to the table and made tea for the three of them.

Xue Ai listened to his son's words for a long time and kept nodding. When Xue Biao had almost finished what he said, he was very surprised and said: So, you made this newspaper and sold a thousand copies in just half a day?

Xue Biao was talking and his mouth was dry, so Chen Heng took the initiative to take over, That's right, uncle. In the next edition of the newspaper, we are going to write information about newspaper shops recruiting people. I think there are so many shops in Yangzhou, there will always be similar ones. Required owner.”

When Xue Ai heard this, his eyes lit up. He has experienced the ups and downs of the business world for a long time, and he immediately realized the broad prospects of this matter.

Chen Heng continued to add to the newspaper, This afternoon, we asked our clerk to deliver the door sticker to Jiangdu County Government. The county magistrate allowed us to visit the county government in three days.

Xue Biao took the tea brought by his sister, took a sip, and added with a smile: Brother Heng and I were brave enough to submit the post directly in my father's name.

Chen Heng hurriedly sang in harmony and said, Uncle, please forgive us for cutting off first and playing later. No matter what, please accompany us two juniors on this trip.

Xue Ai looked left and right, finally suppressing the smile at the corners of her mouth. In my heart, I am satisfied with my son's growth and happy that he can make good friends.

You two have worked hard to get things to this level. Please tell me what other plans you have.

Chen Heng gave Xue Biao a look, it's your turn.

Dad, I want to ask you to take up the post of president of the newspaper store.

Since the Song Dynasty, the title president has generally been used for officials who compile history and compile documents. By the Wanli year of the previous dynasty, many big shopkeepers engaged in calligraphy shops would also use titles such as president.

For no reason, the people just want to be happy.

Xue Ai chuckled, looked at the two juniors, and teased: We only have a bookstore, do you dare to use the title of president?

Chen Henghou was the thicker one, and he said confidently: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. We only have one family in our hands, but in the hands of my uncle, maybe it will spread all over the south of the Yangtze River.

Xue Ai didn't answer this, and looked at Xue Biao, who had a little excitement on his face, and said with emotion: If you can learn even half of what Heng'er does, our family will have a successor.

He knew his son, Xue Biao was good at everything, but he was sometimes thin-skinned and too upright. It is easy to trap yourself in rules when it comes to speaking and acting.

But the world is like a net. Not only must we understand it, but we must transcend it.

Xue Biao was confused when he heard this, but there was no sign of urgency on his face. He just said sincerely: My children will regard Brother Heng as a role model.

Then uncle, are you willing to agree?

Under the expectant gazes of the two juniors, Xue Ai, who looked much better, smiled and nodded.

It's not like he couldn't see the future of the newspaper, and he also knew the thoughts of these two children.

If I really have to say it, I still appreciate it. Xue Ai thought with some self-deprecation, and asked again: There is something I need to ask you.

Uncle, please speak.

How did you find this Mr. Yuanhe? There are so many people in Yangzhou City who want to have a relationship with him. How come you guys took advantage of this?

Neither Chen Heng nor Xue Biao expected that the other party would ask this, and they laughed out loud at each other. Seeing Xue Ai's confused expression, Xue Biao quickly explained to his father: Dad, Brother Heng is Mr. Yuanhe.

Xue Yi's eyes widened and she was so shocked that she couldn't speak. I didn't expect that a big shot in Yangzhou City for so many years would be his son's classmate.

There was a bang, and a slight sound suddenly came from the distance.

The three of them turned their heads and saw Xue Baoqin accidentally knocking over the tea cup.

Xue Biao worriedly said: Sister, did you burn your hand?

Brother, I'm fine. Xue Baoqin didn't turn around, just waved his hands behind the three people's backs, and said in a panic, You and dad have a good chat, and I'll go out and bring another pot of tea.

After her daughter left in a hurry, Xue Ai looked Chen Heng up and down and couldn't help but said: Only now do I believe that this newspaper was your idea. It's really scary!

Chen Heng bowed his hands slightly ashamed, as if he was accepting his uncle's compliment.

On the other hand, Xue Biao said to his father very proudly: Dad, why don't you praise your child for his ability to read people.

When Xue Ai and Chen Heng heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

The three of them chatted for a while before someone came in with a teapot. They turned around and saw that it was Baoqin's maid Yan'er.

They didn't suspect anything and just assumed that Bao Qin was busy with his own affairs.

But after Xue Baoqin left the study, he suppressed his rapid heartbeat all the way. He quickly returned to the boudoir and closed the two doors. Seeing that there was no one around, she pressed her body against the door, her eyes fell faintly on the booklet, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself.

How could it be you?!

The fourth day of the third watch, awesome. You have to praise yourself, you are so awesome, Shang Di.