Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Mr. Zheng stroked his gray beard from time to time, and after a while he said, "According to the current situation, based on the current business and sweet potatoes, it can be considered a partnership at most. If another company comes along that is willing to cooperate, they may not change. Only people who are close to us can be considered as people who are tied together."

Zheng Huaming: "Our own people? Marriage? The oldest of them is only eleven years old. We don't have a girl that young in our family."

Then he looked at Qi Xingyun and said with embarrassment: "My family doesn't have one, I wonder if your family can come up with one.

Qi Xingyun glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Okay, let me find a solution." said Mr. Zheng.

Zheng Huaming: "Grandfather, what can you do? Are you going to adopt him as your adopted son? I tell you this method can't be used. I am older than your grandson. If you adopt him as your adopted son, then what should I call him? Brother or uncle? This will mess up the generations!"

Mr. Zheng was so angry that he picked up a fruit on the table and threw it at him, "What are you talking about? Is there no other way besides adopting him as your adopted son? What are you thinking about?"

Zheng Huaming: "You don't want to recognize that little fat boy, right? That's even worse...ah"

Before Zheng Huaming could finish his words, Mr. Zheng, who couldn't bear to listen any longer, picked up a fruit and smashed it directly at his head.

Qi Xingyun: "Recognizing one's relatives is the most direct way, but if they recognize one from me, it will be a bit eye-catching, or it will push them to the forefront.

Zheng Huaming touched his head that had been hit and said reluctantly: "Why don't you let me be your godparent? It won't be a big deal if I do."

Mr. Zheng glanced at him and said, "Who do you want to recognize? What's your reason? If you recognize someone as your godparents for no reason, people will talk about it."

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. What do you think we should do?" Zheng Huaming

Mr. Zheng said, "Yang Zhuqing was my student in the private school. He only went to school for more than half a year. He learned some characters from my grandfather and learned some interpretations from Yang Bolin. His basic knowledge is quite solid. I didn't have much hope for him to take the Tongsheng exam this time, but he surprised me by passing the second round. He ranked well, not bad compared to his classmates who had studied with him for several years. Except for Yang Bolin, his ranking was higher than others."

Qi Xingyun: "Does the old man want to take him as his apprentice?"

Zheng Huaming: "No way, you haven't accepted any disciples for many years, and you have rejected many people who wanted to become your disciples. Now a poor boy from the countryside has caught your eye. If people in Kyoto know about this, will they flock to you to become your disciples?"

"Then don't let them know." Old Master Zheng said unhappily, "With you all here, he is not needed for small matters, let alone big matters. If we don't spread the word, no one will know that he is my disciple."

"So you want to secretly recruit disciples? How is this different from confiscating disciples?"

"What kind of pig brain do you have? You're usually as smart as a monkey when negotiating business with others, but now you can't even handle such a small matter? What's the use of you? Don't you brag about how great you are outside? Is this all you are capable of?"

Zheng Huaming said aggrievedly: "It's different. When doing business, you can talk about anything. It's just a matter of making more money. They are not commodities."

Qi Xingyun: "Then let's do as you say. This is the best way we can think of. You'd better talk to Yang Zhuqing about this. He is the most opinionated person in the Yang family. After you explain it to him, he should be able to think of a way to restrain the elders in the family."

Mr. Zheng nodded and said, "I know. I will explain the interests involved to him. If he is willing, I will accept him as my apprentice. If he is not willing, there is no need to force him."

In ancient times, a teacher was like a father. Once you became a disciple, unless you were expelled from the sect, you would share the same fate.

Zheng Huaming curled his lips and said, "He's still not willing? You should know that you were once the prince's teacher, and here you have a student. The queue of people who want to become your disciple stretches from Kyoto to Pingjiang County, but he's still not willing. If he dares to say this, I'll punish him or not."

"Grandfather, it would be great if I knew how to make milk tea. I've been to so many places and never had it. If we open a shop that specializes in selling milk tea, our business will be booming."

Both Mr. Zheng and Qi Xingyun ignored his words and refused to talk to people with dull brains.

The matter of accepting a disciple was happily decided unilaterally by them.

Qingshan Village

Yang Dashan's house is bustling with activity. Today is the one-year-old birthday party for our lovely girl Xiaocao. Yesterday, the Yang family prepared a lot of delicious meat and dishes, and even made white flour buns. This was with Damao's consent, as they were afraid that Xiaocao would choke on her throat if she ate coarse grains.

Early in the morning, except for those members of the Li family who went to the county for business, all the other members came. The ox cart and the donkey cart were full without any empty seats.

The village also invited several familiar families. The village chief did not need to be invited. He had said a few days in advance that he would come, regardless of whether Yang Dashan's family would hold a birthday party for Xiaocao'er or not. Then there were the village chief's wife and Yang Bailin, Uncle Gen and Aunt Gen, Cuihua's parents, Goudan and Tietou's families, etc., all of whom were close friends.

Every family that came brought something with them. For a farmer, a bunch of vegetables, a few eggs, or a few coins in a red envelope was a very normal gift.

With so many people, they had to sit at three tables. The farmers didn't have separate seats for men and women. They didn't have so many tables and bowls at home, so everyone consciously brought their own tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks. The men arranged the tables and chairs, and the women worked around the kitchen.

The men gathered together to chat, while the women were responsible for the meals, and the yard was filled with laughter and joy.

"Oh, it's so lively here. We're not late." Shopkeeper Wu walked in from outside the courtyard, followed by a few people, including Mr. Zheng, Qi Xingyun, Zheng Huoming, and a servant holding a gift box.