A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 23 Sharpening the Gun
The old man knew that Song Xuan had complaints about many of the family's practices.

He also knew that his grandson was definitely not an ordinary person.

It is unusual for him to run two shops at such a young age, and he has also made a name for himself as a timely rain in Lema Town.

He has never asked for help from his family for so many years, which shows that his way of dealing with people is different from that of ordinary people.

Now that Song Xuan is selling the store that he controls alone, the old man believes that it is not just the superficial money.

"They all failed the exam this year, and I'm still senile."

The old man stroked his beard and said complacently:

"Even if those old guys wanted to trick me, they would have to use their brains. Don't be too confident that you can fool me, a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet."

Song Xuan also nodded in agreement.

All my cousins ​​failed the exam this year!
Song Xuan, in turn, advised: "It's okay, there's still plenty of time, you can still take the exam in three years!"

The old man sighed:
"I've worked hard all my life to build this family business, and I don't want it all to be ruined by my prodigal son."

"Little Twelve, the hope of our Song family rests on you."

"No, no, no." Song Xuan waved his hands quickly:
"Master, I'm always the last in the private school, and I just eat and drink for free."

"You've never opened your heart to anyone since you were little. You chose your own path, so get lost."

Song Xuan stood up and saluted: "Master, please take care of yourself."

The old man waved silently.

Now that he is getting older, he can no longer control many people in his family.

The younger generation has their own ideas.

After Song Xuan came out of the ancestral hall, he went home to see his sister.

"Dad, how could you let him go so easily?"

The old man didn't even raise his eyes:

"You can only leave him the hundred strings of cash if he leaves it for you, right?"

When Song Lin was asked by the old man, his face turned ugly, but he still argued:

"That's not what I meant. I'm just worried that Twelve won't be able to handle so much money and might be easily cheated. As his uncle, I have to take care of him."

The old man stared at Song Lin and couldn't say anything else.

"Looks like a loser."

"Dad, I'm still useless?"

Song Lin's defense was somewhat broken: "What future can Little Twelve have?"

"He always ranks last in the exams. He can't even get into the county school, let alone the Yingtianfu Academy. No one in this branch of the Third Brothers family has ever made it big."

"Shut up."

Song Xuan ignored the quarrel in the ancestral hall.

He saw his sister, now also eight years old, playing outside the ancestral hall.

"Third brother, you're finally back. Come and see how powerful my cannon is."

Tingting ran over in two steps, holding a firecracker in her hand.

Song Xuan took the incense, lit a firecracker and threw it over, and it made a popping sound.

"It's not bad." Song Xuan returned the incense to his sister: "Have you been eating well recently?"

"I want to eat meat, but Mom won't give it to me. I want to ask Dad for it. I haven't seen him for a while."

"Ah."

Song Xuan nodded slightly.

His childhood was even worse than this, but at least his sister still had her mother to take care of her.

The brother and sister talked for a while, and he took out a purse with a few copper coins in it:

"Third brother is going on a long journey. The cold soup shop in Lema Town has been sold to someone else. If you want some, remember to bring some money. Hide this bag of money and don't let anyone know."

After hearing what her third brother said, Tingting quickly pushed the purse away:

"Third brother, I don't want money, please don't leave."

"No, I've been wanting to go out and make a living. I'll leave the money for you to buy some candy."

Song Xuan immediately stood up and laughed loudly: "Let's go."

"Third brother, don't go. I'm waiting here because I want to tell you a secret." Song Xuan didn't think his sister had any secrets. They were probably just childish things.

Tingting took Song Xuan's hand and asked him to lean over to her ear:
"Second brother said he wanted to find someone to get your money."

"Oh, you are really my good second brother!"

"I know, don't tell anyone about this."

Song Xuan touched his sister's head and walked away leisurely.

This home.

He didn't want to stay any longer.

Song Kang bent his body and looked at the strong man in front of him with a gentle face.

"Good man, my brother has more than a hundred strings of cash in his hand. When I coax him out, he must give me half of the profit."

"Hahaha."

The venomous scorpion patted Song Kang's shoulder heavily, making him grimace:

"Everyone knows Juro's reputation. I won't take half, just 30% will do. For the rest, you can pay me the interest and continue to play in my shop."

Song Kang's eyebrows were raised with joy, and he nodded repeatedly:
"But my brother has always been brave and can't be treated as an ordinary scholar. I need to bring more people with me."

The poisonous scorpion laughed twice: "No problem."

Only then did Song Kang bow and say goodbye.

After the people left, the poisonous scorpion spat.

He looked down upon people like Song Kang.

It's just that this kind of talent keeps sending him money.

"Brother, I heard that Mr. Zhao San definitely didn't give Song Xuan a hundred strings of cash to buy the shop."

"Well, if Song Xuan continues to live in Lema Town, with a stinky beggar as his spy, if someone dies, we can only do one job and then leave. But since he wants to leave, don't blame us for being ruthless.

A few hundred strings of cash is not something that a person like him, who has become stupid from studying and ranked last in the exam, can hold in his hands."

The poisonous scorpion doesn't think that hundreds of strings of cash are small amounts of money.

Even for ordinary people making a living in Tokyo, it would be considered good if they could earn one or two kan a month.

Even the elite imperial guards in Tokyo City only received a salary of thirty strings of cash a year.

After Song Kang left the house and strolled around for several laps, he waved and whispered:
"Tell your master that when the matter is done, you will go and dig out the scorpion's lair. Don't forget my share."

As for Song Xuan, the second brother Song Kang had no intention of telling him.

Let's see when he leaves Lema Town.

Song Xuan returned to his shop and immediately sent his clerk to find the little beggar Qu Ze.

Qu Ze trotted all the way to Song Xuan's shop, went up to the second floor, and saw him sharpening the gun tip.

"Shi Er Lang, are you planning to kill someone?"

Qu Ze had an excited look on his face. Wouldn't this be useful for him?

"The shop has been sold, and I have some cash on hand, so someone is eyeing me."

Song Xuan sprinkled some water on the tip of his gun and wiped it with a rag for a while:
"There will be blood eventually."

Qu Ze nodded slightly and clapped his hands:
"Then I'll go check who's trying to take over Shi Er Lang."

"Ah."

Song Xuan responded.

This was also the reason why he sent someone to call Qu Ze, so that he could find out who was behind this.

He wouldn't have the brains to do such a big thing if he only relied on his gambling addict second brother.

"Master." Tao Hong also came up to report the situation:
"We checked everyone in the shop, but couldn't find anyone who was abnormal."

"Ah."

Song Xuan inserted the spear head, stood aside, and checked the bowstring.

He would unplug it when it was not in use.

He casually pulled out his Tang sword and checked its sharpness: "This sword of mine hasn't seen blood in a long time."

(End of this chapter)