Chapter 111: Not accepted

Chapter 111 Not Accepted

When Ah Jiu heard what Gu Dexing said, he directly replied: "Brother Gu Jiaxing, I have already read the words and articles you wrote yesterday."

When Gu Dexing heard this, he became excited and asked Ah Jiu: "What did Shang Xiucai say? Is it, is it..." He thought his article was good and wanted to accept him as his disciple?

Ah Jiu smiled and said, "The master didn't say anything. He just asked me to give you three letters. Here, these are yours and Wang Ge'er's."

Ah Jiu took out three letters from the bag on his waist and handed two of them to Gu Dexing.

Gu Dexing took it and rushed out of the Gu family yard without having time to thank Ah Jiu. As soon as he left the Gu family yard, he couldn't wait to open the letter with his name on it.

But seeing the content of the letter, Gu Dexing's heart went cold. The letter only said two sentences, one of which was an evaluation of his knowledge, saying that if he wanted to study, he could go to a private school in the town and study for ten years. , maybe you can get a good name.

 The last sentence clearly stated that he would not accept disciples.

Gu Dexing couldn't believe that the article he wrote was so good, yet Shang Xiucai didn't accept it?

He couldn't believe it was true, and opened the letter with Gu Dewang's name on it. There was only one sentence written on the letter: You can seek enlightenment from Xu Tongsheng in Songzigou.

 Obviously he looked down upon Gu Dewang's knowledge and was not even willing to enlighten him.

Gu Dexing finally felt more balanced, but he was still unwilling to give in. Why didn't Shang Xiucai accept him as his disciple?

If he can become a disciple of Shang Xiucai, he can establish a relationship with Jiang County Lieutenant, and their family can benefit from this.

But after all, Gu Dexing was only a seventeen-year-old boy and a country boy with limited knowledge. He couldn't think of a better way for Shang Xiucai to accept him as his disciple, so he could only go home in despair.

Ah Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Gu Dexing was not entangled. He looked at Gu Jinan beside him and handed him a letter: "Brother An, this is the letter from the master."

Gu Jinan took it anxiously, thanked him, went back to his and Brother Cheng's room, opened the envelope and read the letter on it.

There are only two words written on the letter: Wen Zhi.

Gu Jinan frowned, but he quickly understood what Shang Xiucai meant. Shang Xiucai was asking about his ambition.

Gu Jinan immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a sentence on the yellow paper: My only ambition in this life is to protect my family and serve the people.

 After writing, he looked at this sentence and became anxious again. He wrote "protect the family" in front, indicating that the first thing he wanted to protect was his family, and the second thing was to plead for the people.

If Shang Xiucai reads this answer, will he think that he is a selfish person and therefore not accept him?

Gu Jinan hesitated, but he did not change his answer. After the ink dried, he folded the yellow paper, put it into a simple envelope made of yellow paper, and handed it to Ah Jiu: "This is what I gave to Uncle Shang." Please help Ninth Brother to deliver your reply to Uncle Shang."

Ah Jiu took the letter and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother An, I will definitely bring the letter." His master is also waiting.

Ajiu didn't stay at the Gu family for long. After delivering the things, she took the bean dregs cakes given by the Gu family and a return gift prepared by Cui, and drove back to Shang's house with Lao Luo.

Gu Jinan stood in the yard for a while, then returned to the kitchen to make tofu.

 Gu Jinli saw that he was very nervous and did not ask him what he had written to Shang Xiucai. Instead, he took out a bag of soybeans and started picking beans to make soybean oil.

It took a full hour to pick out twenty kilograms of soybeans. She took the soybeans to the small stone mill outside the kitchen and started grinding the beans with the stone. She worked for more than an hour before grinding twenty kilograms of beans.

After the beans were ground and it got dark, Gu Jinli tidied up and went to cook.

 She is willing to use oil when cooking, which makes it more delicious, so she will cook whenever she is at home. Although Ms. Cui felt sorry for her, she felt more sorry for her child, so she just let Gu Jinli do whatever he wanted.

Dinner consisted of fragrant sweet potato rice, fried crispy pork leftover from yesterday, pan-fried tofu, scrambled eggs, fried bean sprouts, and cabbage, minced meat and tofu soup. It was very oily and the whole family had a great time.

The third grandma complained: "This is too good to eat. If you have crispy meat, don't make eggs. And with this rice, you can just drink porridge. No need to make dry rice." But seeing that the children no longer look like they used to. Although I am so skinny, I feel that eating like this is worth it.

 After dinner, several families came to Gu Jinli's house for the usual routine of counting and dividing money.

Their business is very good now, selling 350 kilograms of tofu, 200 kilograms of bean dregs, and hundreds of packages of spices every day.

 After everyone finished counting the money, Gu Jinan began to report: "After deducting the reserved capital, today's net profit is twelve, three hundred and sixty yuan."

His family can receive 4,214 cents, while the other six families can each receive 1,2036 cents.

Aunt Tian covered her heart and said, "You can get one tael of silver a day. Oh, this is really too much."

　　When they first started making tofu business, each of their families could only get a few hundred cents a day. Today, they can get more than one tael. It is really something that they never dreamed of.

Mrs. Chen looked at Aunt Tian with disdain and said, "Is this too much? There will be more in the future. Nowadays, every household in the town eats our tofu, and there are still many today." Food shops come to our stall and ask if they want to make our pan-fried five-spice tofu. They are just dreaming. This is our livelihood, how can we let them follow suit?"

Speaking of this, Ms. Chen was very proud. Because she made a living by making tofu, many people in the town came to fawn over her and tried to figure out how to make tofu. But who was she? Can you tell them?

The families happily distributed the money and went home.

 The next day, it was the Luo family's and Tian's family's turn to set up a stall, and Gu Jinli and Qin Sanlang also followed.

She also brought her family's household registration. After arriving in the town, she helped open a stall. She and Qin Sanlang went to the iron shop and ordered ten discus discs the size of plates and two three-pound hammers. .

The blacksmith was very curious about what she made and asked, "This hammer is still useful. Why do you make iron biscuits at home?" But he couldn't eat it.

Gu Jinli smiled and thought of a reason to fool the blacksmith: "My family wants to make something fresh and use this discus to make it, so I ordered the discus."

Nowadays, the Gu family's tofu sells well. Everyone in the town knows it, and the blacksmith also knows it. After hearing what she said, he didn't ask any more questions. After looking at her household registration, he said: "Iron is expensive now. A pound of pig iron costs For one tael of silver, you can make ten discus discs, each weighing one kilogram, and two hammers weighing three kilograms. These things will cost twenty taels of silver."

This is pretty cheap.

“If you want to do it, leave a deposit of five taels of silver and you can come and pick it up tomorrow afternoon.”

This thing is easy to make, and it only requires a little more work with a hammer. As for the discus, just hit it a few times.

Gu Jinli still had some silver money given by Qi Yi in his hand, so he readily gave a deposit of five taels of silver and left the iron shop with Qin Sanlang.

 (End of this chapter)