The happy life of a prodigal

"The old man returned to Qingzhou?"

Fang Xiu was stunned when he heard the news.

Okay, why do I suddenly have to go back to Qingzhou to worship my ancestors?

Still go is half a year.

But after thinking about it for a while, he understood the reason why Daddy Cheap did this.

This is to implement the strategy of not standing in line to the end!

It's just that you have all returned to Qingzhou, what's the point of leaving me alone in Kyoto?

Aren't you afraid that your only son will be framed?

do not care.

If you go back to your hometown to worship your ancestors, you will go back to your hometown to worship your ancestors.

Without restraint, he can let go of his hands and feet in the capital.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu's eyes lit up and he waved his hand.

The dog-legged Bai Xiaochun hastily rushed over, flatteringly said: "Young master, tell me..."

Fang Xiu thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute, go find some storytellers on the street, and then..."

The more Bai Xiaochun listened, the more confused he became, but he still nodded obediently and said, "Xiaochun will do it now."

"Wait!"

Fang Xiu called Bai Xiaochun to stop, and ordered: "Go and find the chief manager and accountant first."

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After all, he is the only legitimate son of Uncle Anping and the future master of Uncle Anping's mansion.

Fang Xiu's words still carry a lot of weight, and within a short while, the Chief Manager and Accountant Liu appeared in front of him.

The two were out of breath, but they didn't dare to take a big breath, and bent down to look at the ground.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Fang Xiu sat on the grand teacher's chair, crossed his legs, looked down at them from a high position, and asked, "How many lands are there in the mansion?"

The head manager thought of the rumors about the 'prodigal son' in the city two days ago, and was startled, and replied honestly: "There are more than [-] acres outside the city. mu of land, but it is useless."

When he was talking, he raised his head slightly and looked straight at his young master.

It seemed that he wanted to see if he really suffered from insanity and became an out-and-out prodigal son, as rumored by the outside world.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiu asked, "How much silver can you sell?"

The Chief Manager froze in place as if struck by lightning.

The state of Chu is in a prosperous age, and the Bo mansion is in a prosperous stage. How can they sell the land at this time!

Sure enough, the young master really went insane!

Thinking of the master's entrustment before he left, the Chief Manager knelt down on the ground with tears in his eyes.

"Young master, you can't sell the land! I'm selling my father's land... This, this will be struck by lightning! If it is sold, all the masters in the capital will laugh at the Fang family and poke you and the master's spine!"

The head steward was crying and wailing, which made people upset.

Fang Xiu is even more black-haired.

When are you going to talk about selling the land?

"Get up! When did Laozi say he was going to sell the land?"

With a yell, the chief executive didn't respond and was still howling.

Fang Xiu went up and kicked: "You are howling!"

The head manager was kicked, and suddenly fell silent, with tears in his eyes, looking at Fang Xiu pitifully.

She looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Fang Xiu got goosebumps all over his body looking at it.

It is easy to say that he is also a person in his 50s and [-]s, why is he so disgusting.

Fang Xiu took a deep breath and said slowly: "The land can't be sold, but the house, and those antique calligraphy and paintings collected by the old man can always be sold, right?"

The head manager's eyes turned red, he grabbed his heart, and began to howl again.

"Master, the young one has been working for the master in the mansion since he was a child, and he has lived in this house for 40 years..."

"enough!"

Fang Xiu scolded and said angrily: "In this mansion, are you in charge, or am I in charge?"

The head manager opened his mouth and said, "Before the master leaves..."

He was interrupted by Fang Xiu before he finished speaking.

"I wasn't there when the old man was talking, who knows what he said!"

Seeing Fang Xiu's resolute attitude, the chief manager broke down in tears and said: "Young master, our Uncle Anping's mansion is considered one of the best in the capital, this house cannot be sold!"

Fang Xiu was really angry this time. He stood up from the grand teacher's chair, looked down at the chief executive, and said angrily: "I will sell it if I say so! There is no negotiation! If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I will break his leg!"

After he finished speaking, he looked up and looked around.

The servants and stewards in the mansion lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu's momentum was like a rainbow, his eyes revealed a fierce force, and he said sharply: "Don't you know the rules in the mansion? I am my father's only son, and now my father has returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors. I am the one who has the final say in the mansion." ! Anyone who dares to object is a traitor to the government, and breaking his legs would be easy!"

Hearing Fang Xiu's words, the chief executive gasped.

Watching the young master grow up since childhood, he understands the young master's temper better than anyone else.

In 18 years, I have never seen the young master say such a thing.

In the past, although the young master was a little out of business, he was still kind to the people in the house, and he was never so ruthless.

This must be suffering from insanity!

However, the young master has already talked to this point, if he still objected, he would inevitably be beaten up by the young master.

It's better to pretend to agree first, and then send a letter to the master, so that the master can make a decision.

As long as the master speaks, no matter how powerful the young master is, he still has to listen to the master.

Thinking of this, the chief executive finally stopped crying, and only sobbed softly.

Fang Xiu glanced at him, seemed to think of something, waved his hand and said: "Come here, tie him up, and let him out when I feel better."

Several guards moved in response.

The head manager felt a thump in his heart, and before he had time to react, he was restrained.

"Master, I watched you grow up, you can't do this!"

With a howl, he was dragged out of the house by several guards.

Fang Xiu turned his gaze to Liu's accountant and said, "From now on, everything that can be sold in the mansion, including the house, will be sold.

Invite someone from the dental shop to come, and after the negotiation is over, I will exchange it for silver, and go now! "

Chapter 11 Prodigal Son

"Young master, the dentist is here."

After a while, Accountant Liu brought a merchant with a big belly.

After all, he was the general of the capital, and as soon as he walked into Fang's house, he looked shorter and very cramped.

Seeing Fang Xiu, he hastily stepped forward to salute: "Little Wang Baole, I have met you, Young Master."

Fang Xiu waved his hand: "There's no need to be too polite, you already know about the house, right?"

"I know, it's just uncle's side..."

A perplexed look appeared on Wang Baole's face.

Fang Xiu frowned, and said: "You don't have to worry about the old man, this house is sold if it is sold, and it will never be taken back!

My Fang family is also a well-known family in the capital, so I won't do such low-level things. "

Wang Baole hesitated for a moment, and said: "The house, the small ones really don't have the guts to buy it, but... If the young master really needs money urgently, all you need to do is write a mortgage letter, and the small ones will have tens of thousands of taels of silver right away. "

Fang Xiu understood.

This guy is lending money to himself in the name of mortgage.

He thought about it.

This is also a solution, at least the members of the Fang family do not need to find another place to live.

So he asked, "How do you write it?"

Wang Baole hastily took out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to Fang Xiu, and said, "The little one is ready, you just need to press your fingerprint."

Fang Xiu took the paper and glanced at it.

It reads: one cent per month, and if it is less than one month, it will be counted in days. After the second anniversary, if the redemption is over a month, it will be sold off the shelves.

One point of monthly interest is 100 taels of silver paid to the dental bank a month.

This amount is far from the usury ratio in the previous life, but in this era, it is already considered a huge profit.

but……

Fang Xiu is now playing the role of the prodigal son, the smarter he is, the worse he will be.

In order not to be a son-in-law, 100 taels of silver this month is nothing.

Fang Xiu thought about it, and waved his hand: "Okay, it's settled like this! Accountant Wang, go get the deed!"

Wang Baole had a smile on his face at the moment, but in his heart he had already despised Fang Xiu to the extreme.

Uncle Anping has been guarding the border for many years. He is a well-known tough guy. How could he give birth to such a prodigal son?

Hey……

Sad, deplorable!

…………

After pressing the fingerprints, the deed is handed over.

The 1 taels of silver bills went into Fang Xiu's pocket.

With the money in hand, Fang Xiu was still a little unsatisfied.

Whoever is a prodigal son is not a million taels of silver to squander at will, so of course he can't be at a disadvantage when it comes to himself.

So, with a big wave of his hand, he shouted excitedly to Bai Xiaochun: "Xiaochun, bring the king, the king..."

When he got excited, he forgot that tooth's name, and changed his words: "Take that so-and-so to the study room to have a look, any antique calligraphy and paintings, rare treasures, as long as they are valuable, all are sold!"

"Mr. Fang is generous, and the little one admires him."

Although Wang Baole took advantage, he still didn't show any dew on his face, he just smiled awkwardly, showing even more embarrassment.

Bai Xiaochun hesitated for a moment, leaned into Fang Xiu's ear, and whispered: "Master, if Master comes back..."

Fang Xiu glared at him and said, "Young Master, I have my own measure, just do what you are told."

"Yes, sir."

Bai Xiaochun led the way.

Fang Xiu paced behind.

On the side is Yazi Wang Baole, with a flattering smile on his face, boasting about the Fang family's house from time to time.

It has to be said that the Fang family's house is in the capital, and it can be regarded as a first-class mansion.

After all, it is an honorable family that has existed since the time of Taizu. It has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, but it still stands tall and its foundation is extraordinary.

As soon as the few people went out, there was a winding corridor, and the stones under the steps formed a narrow path.

There are several cycad trees planted on both sides, and the rockery more than ten meters high is towering and majestic.