Chapter 585: Promoting rice and grudges
Uncle Sun felt sad when he thought about how he had given Sun Shan a lot of money and magical herbs, and now they were all gone.
Uncle Sun really wanted to catch Sun Shan and give him a good scolding, so that he would stop being so greedy.
However, he felt even more unhappy when he thought that even if Sun Shan gave up, he was still a juren and could not be offended or scolded.
Sun Shan opened his eyes wide and watched Uncle Sun's face turn pale, blue, and red, just like the Sichuan face-changing technique.
I was secretly amazed. Uncle Sun - the chameleon is really amazing. He can change color as soon as he says so, without any connection at all.
Uncle Sun sighed and said, "Shanzi, Shanzi, you went through so much trouble to go to Beijing to take the exam, but you were interrupted halfway. It's really... Shanzi, Shanzi, you have to be careful next time and don't be greedy..."
Uncle Sun almost said the word "greedy" and quickly covered his mouth.
He coughed a few times and pretended to comfort her by saying, "Shanzi, I can't blame you for missing out this time. It's just bad luck. Next time, choose a sunny day to travel. I hope everything goes smoothly."
Uncle Sun frowned, his lips twitching, thinking to himself whether he should give Shanzi travel expenses again if he went to Beijing to take the exam in two years.
I skipped stones on the water last time, and now I have to do it again. What should I do?
He and his wife went out early and came back late, climbing over mountains and crossing ridges to collect mountain products, and they earned their money through hard work.
If Shanzi squandered all of it, wouldn't it be a huge loss for his lifelong intelligence?
If he doesn't give it to him, if Shanzi is in high school, will he hold a grudge against him and ignore him in the future?
Shanzi has been a stingy and miser since he was a child, and he loves money very much.
I heard from my eldest brother that he knew how to save money since he was young, and his pockets were always bulging.
Whether going to study abroad or taking scientific examinations, he would accept money as long as it was paid.
What if I don’t give it this time, wouldn’t that mean I’ve forgotten the previous “investment”?
Sheng Mien, fight against Mien.
Uncle Sun felt mixed emotions and was in a dilemma, wavering between giving and not giving.
Moreover, he couldn’t tell anyone about giving the money. He was so miserable, and there wasn’t even anyone to discuss it with!
Sun Shan looked at Uncle Sun San with a dull look in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking and was speechless.
Sun Shan coughed a few times.
Uncle Sun came back to his senses and asked in confusion: "Shanzi, what did you say? I didn't hear you. Say it again."
Sun Shan stood up and asked Gui Ge'er to pick up a bunch of Jinling specialties from the warehouse.
Sun Shan smiled and said, "Uncle San, I brought back some local specialties from Nanjing. These are for you. Uncle San, it's a pity that I can't take the imperial examination in Beijing this time. Fortunately, I'm still young and have a chance. Don't feel sad for me. I've let it go."
Uncle Sun's eyes lit up when he saw the pair of things, and he immediately jumped up and down when he heard what Sun Shan said. He was not sad for Sun Shan at all, he was sad because his money had been wasted.
Sun Shan pointed to the two pieces of silk and said cheerfully, "Uncle San, you have heard of Jiangnan, right?"
Uncle Sun looked at Sun Shan like he was an idiot, rolled his eyes and said, "Shanzi, although I am illiterate, I am not stupid. How come I have never heard of Jiangnan? Humph, it is said in operas that Jiangnan is home to talented men and beautiful women. It is said that men are talented and women are beautiful."
Then, with shining eyes, he asked, "Shanzi, is what the play says true? Is it true that the man is talented and the woman is beautiful? Are those men really more talented than you?"
Sun Shan raised his head and chest, stood on tiptoe, and said confidently: "Third Uncle, you are talking about opera, so it must be fake. There are not many talented men and beautiful women in Jiangnan. Your nephew's talent is also very impressive in Jinling. No one can compare with me."
Uncle Sun nodded happily, "Yes, Shanzi, I believe you. You are very talented. What a pity that you didn't go to the capital to take the imperial examination this time, otherwise you would have been a Jinshi by now. Your mother is right, it's your grandfather's skill that is not good enough to protect you."
After a pause, he continued, "Wait for your grandfather to practice more in Wild Boar Hill, and you will definitely pass the next examination. No, I mean, you will definitely be able to go to the capital smoothly next time."
Uncle Sun San figured it out. The prerequisite for passing the high school entrance exam was to get to the capital smoothly, so he asked Doctor Sun to bless Sun Shan to get to the capital smoothly first.
Uncle Sun had planned everything, but he never expected that Sun Shan would fail along the way. Thinking back on it now, he felt that he was too careless.
At the beginning, I only told him to study hard for the exam, but didn't tell him to take the journey well.
It was a bad idea. Uncle Sun thought that he would escort Sun Shan to Beijing next time to ensure that nothing would go wrong.
Unintentionally seeing the silly Gui Ge'er, Uncle Sun said in a bossy tone: "Gui Ge'er, you failed in your duty this time. Why didn't you protect our Sun family's Juren master?"
Gui Ge'er said very remorsefully, "Uncle San, it's my fault. It's all my fault for not taking good care of Brother Shan. Uncle San, you can scold me or hit me if you want, but I won't talk back or fight back. Uncle San, you are right. It's my fault."
Uncle Sun choked. Gui Ge'er spoke so self-reproachfully and admitted his mistakes so bravely that it seemed like he was not a human being if he continued to scold and beat him.
Uncle Sun snorted and glared at Gui Ge'er angrily.
Sun Shan laughed secretly and said calmly, "Uncle San, don't talk about the past. The past is the past. It is a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed."
He picked up one of the pieces of silk on the ground and said, "Third Uncle, I brought you a lot of things from Jinling this time. Take a look, what is this?"
Uncle Sun curled his lips. Looking at the packaging, even a blind man could tell it was cloth, so what else could it be?
He was rich now and could afford to buy cotton cloth to make clothes, so he was not interested in the cloth that Sun Shan brought back.
Sun Shan opened the package of silk cloth, held it in front of Uncle Sun, and said gently, "Uncle, this silk is the best silk in Jinling. It is the fabric that the masters in Jinling like to wear the most. Uncle, I dare say that few people in Huangyang County can afford to wear silk."
Daqian’s dressing style is strict, but also not strict.
There are restrictions on colors, patterns, and styles, but as long as they do not exceed the prescribed range, people can wear them.
Daqian’s policy was still to “emphasize agriculture and suppress commerce”, and he was particularly tolerant towards farmers. Often, the cloth clothes that farmers could wear could not be worn by merchants.
However, in recent years, the regulations have been gradually relaxed, and many businessmen are able to use different fabrics and wear different clothes.
When Uncle Sun saw the silk, his eyes were so bright that they blinded you, and his mouth opened into an "O" shape.
He couldn't close his mouth and said, "Shanzi, oh, it's really silk. This, this is so expensive, what's wrong? Shanzi, have you made a fortune?"
Sun Shan gave Uncle Sun a meaningful look and smiled without saying anything.
He said mysteriously, "Uncle San, don't ask so many questions. There are some things you don't know for the best. I, your nephew, miss you all the time. This piece of cloth, haha, can be sold for at least 20 taels in Guangzhou. I was reluctant to sell it, and brought it back specially for you."
Uncle Sun immediately picked up the cloth, lovingly holding it with his hands, and said with a boastful smile, "Ahaha, really? Is it worth that much money? I've seen plays that say only rich people can wear silk. Haha, if I wear it, wouldn't I become a great master?"
Sun Shan flattered him, "Uncle San, even if you are wearing sackcloth, you are still the eldest master. If you stand outside, everyone will call you Third Old Master."
Uncle Sun laughed even more happily, and hurriedly asked Gui Ge'er to help him take the things on the ground to the third room.
He was afraid that if he was a step late, Sun Shan would not give it to him.