The so-called greater hope, the greater the disappointment, as Yang Chendong put down the pen, Qiaoyin's face was more and more difficult to look at, until it was like eating something bad and constipated.

It's no wonder that Qiaoyin became like this, it's really... Really, this word is also a little ugly. If I had to describe it, it would be about the same as a three-year-old doodling. Not only that, but what was written also made Qiaoyin a little incomprehensible.

Looking at Yang Houdong, he did have a serious expression. That's really serious, because he's practicing calligraphy.

Since he was a child, he was accustomed to pencils, so much so that he used a pen to write in the later period, but he really did not study the brush. But even if you are in this society, you have to follow the customs. But if you write with your right hand, you will not be timid, and it will be equally unsightly. It's better to change it directly to the left hand, and it is logical that the handwriting is not good.

The pen is like a dragon, Yang Chendong feels good about himself. He has always admired his ability to adapt and learn, and after only half an hour, he felt that he couldn't recognize the words he wrote, but at least he could see what they were, which was a big improvement in itself.

It's a clever sound, a drowsy look. Such words are really torture, but considering the young master's self-esteem, she just endured it and didn't say anything.

It was another half an hour, and when I didn't know how much I had written, Hu Mang's sonorous voice came from outside the door, "Young master, the rich young master is here." ”

Shaking his somewhat sour arm, Yang Chendong smiled, as if he was very satisfied with his work, nodded lightly, and said to Qiaoyin, who was fighting strongly: "Let's sort out all these things in order." ”

The old house of the Yang family has a side hall that is used to receive guests. At this time, a pot-bellied man was sitting there, dressed in a satin robe, indicating that this was a master who was not short of money.

"Rich cousin." Yang Chendong, who had already washed his hands, still entered in an ordinary Tsing Yi, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first.

Looking at the fat young master, he didn't even move his buttocks, but when Yang Chendong walked in, he raised his chin and said hello, "Sixth young master, do you have something to do with me calling my cousin?" ”

Yang Fu, the child of Yang Rong's younger brother. As his name suggests, he has not liked the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and he has chosen a despised business path. Here I want to talk about scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants. At that time, the social status of merchants was extremely low, and many so-called "gentlemen" did not like it.

But just like clothes, whether it fits on the body or not is up to the person wearing the clothes to feel, not what others say. At least Yang Fu is very satisfied with his current life, running a Yang's grain store, a Yang's department store and a Sihai restaurant, not to mention the daily income, but at least there is no shortage of money to spend, and he has truly reached the ultimate pursued by future generations.

Of course, Yang Fu can do this, which also proves that he is a person with vision. He knows very well that this is the case in any dynasty and society, if the rich do not have the support of the background, the money is just a flower in the realm, a moon in the water, and it may be lost at any time. Only then did he hear that when Butler Yang Hai said that the sixth young master was looking for him, he rushed over. In the words of later generations, this is called emotional investment, once Yang Chendong is really developed in the future, if he can even become the champion after passing the examination, he will have a backer, and he will not have to worry about anything.

But that's for later, after all. At least now, he doesn't attach much importance to this sixth cousin, and it is already very face-saving to be able to recruit him.

This is the second time Yang Chendong has seen Yang Fu since he came here. The first impression was still a little blurry, it was when my mother died, and several of my brothers and sisters in the Beijing division rushed back, and Yang Fu appeared to pat himself on the back. It's just that I just came here at that time, and my body is still a little weak, and the impression is not very deep. Now after close contact, looking at this cousin, who has a tonnage of nearly 200 catties and a height of less than 1.7 meters, I have a deeper understanding.

Walking to the seat opposite Yang Fu, Yang Chendong, who was smiling, first arched his hand, and then said in a slow tone, "Cousin Fu, it is said outside that you are a good person and very capable, but you are really envious of being a brother." ”

Everyone likes to listen to good words, and Yang Fu is naturally not exempt from vulgarity. Especially when he was praised by a scholar like this, he was even more overjoyed, "The sixth cousin is too polite." There is no way to be a brother, as soon as I study, I will be sleepy, so I can only do what I can. ”

"Earn a lot of money, and it doesn't take much effort, this can only be regarded as within your ability, so what are the others? Cousin Fu doesn't have to be so humble. Yang Chendong continued, scratching at the other party's itch.

"Haha. I used to hear that people who read books are sour and rotten, and they don't think that others are better than them. But listening to the words of the sixth cousin today, I realized that these are just villains' words. The touted Yang Fu was really in a good mood at this moment, and immediately classified the readers, and also divided Yang Chendong into the best one. It's just that after saying this, he suddenly changed his tone and said, "Sixth cousin, we were relatives before, so let's just say anything directly." If you are short of money and need silver, it doesn't matter, just say a number and send someone to fetch it for your brother. ”

If you are courteous to others, you will ask for something.

Yang Chendong said so many good things to exalt himself. How could Yang Fu not see that the other party should have something to ask for him? Could it be that there is a lack of money to spend?

Also, how can a person like him, who is just reading the books of the sages at home, know the hardships of the world? Presumably, the eldest mother passed away, and the family's bank resources were tightened, and the money was not enough. It doesn't matter, he was originally going to invest, as long as he doesn't need a lot of silver, what's the harm in taking out some?

At this time, Yang Fu was ready to have some blood, waiting for Yang Chendong to speak.

It's just that Yang Chendong didn't answer, but beckoned back, and walked over with a pile of manuscripts. "Rich cousin, this is some of my cousin's recent clumsy works, please help me taste it and see if it can enter my brother's eyes."

It wasn't even asking for money, and Yang Fu was also a little confused for a while. But even if people say that they want to taste it themselves, they will take a general look, and then praise it casually.

Thinking like this, he took the manuscript. The first impression, this character is also too bad, not even as good as my own writing. He also read books for a few years when he was a child.

Curious about who wrote it so badly, Yang Fu raised his head and looked at Yang Chendong.

Yang Chendong lightly bowed his head and motioned for him to continue looking. Yang Fu was also curious about what kind of good things could be written with such words, so he lowered his head and looked at the first page, and he couldn't extricate himself from this look.

The words are so ugly! There is no doubt about it.

But I have to say that the content is really exciting, just after reading two pages, Yang Fu has a sense of unstoppable, especially since there is basically no knower in it, and it is all in the vernacular, so that he can see it very clearly as a person who does not learn and has no skills.