The Young Master of the Coal Miner

Master He naturally knows that raising the price of cotton cloth and cotton at this moment can make a lot of money.

But under natural disasters, it is really against conscience and morality to earn such black-hearted money that is stained with human life.

What's more, He's cloth shop is one of the best cloth shops in Jinning City. If even He's cloth shop raises its prices, the rest of the small cloth shops will follow suit and make a profit.People's lives will be more difficult.

On the contrary, if Hejia cloth shop lowers the price, other cloth houses will not easily raise the price.

For this matter, Mr. He specially invited the bosses of several cloth sellers in the Chamber of Commerce to have a detailed discussion.

When the bosses heard about Boss He's plan, they looked at each other in blank dismay. Not all businessmen could resist the temptation of money.

"Boss He, aren't you asking us brothers to give up the money we got?"

"Yes, Boss He, you have a big family and a big business, but we have a meager family and rely on these fabrics to support our family."

Master He frowned slightly, he naturally knew that not everyone was willing to cooperate with him.

"I also know that everyone's life is not easy, how about this, please make a price, and sell all the cotton cloth and cotton in your hands to me."

"Master He really wants to collect all our cotton cloth and cotton? This is not a small sum!"

Master He raised the wine glass on the table, drank it in one gulp, and said bluntly, "Everyone, tell me whether you want to sell the wine or not!"

The bosses at the wine table looked at each other, and several of them immediately made a decision to sell all the cotton and cotton cloth in the warehouse to Mr. He, but there were still a few who refused to nod.

Mr. He didn't care either, he also told them the news that He's cloth shop was about to cut prices, and they refused to accept the purchase of fabrics.Anyway, in the matter of cotton and quilts, he has done his best.

On the second day, the news of the price reduction of cotton and cotton cloth in Hejiabu Village spread throughout Jinning City, attracting many customers.

People crowded in front of the shop and looked up. There was a sign saying "Cotton and cotton cloth sold at a low price" hanging on the shop.

Some customers didn't believe it, so they tentatively asked Xiao Er: "How much does the cotton in your store cost?"

Xiao Er loudly quoted the price, and then said: "This price is much lower than previous winters. You can search the entire Jinning City and you will not find a second shop that dares to buy this price."

Xiaoer glanced at the thin clothes on the guest, and persuaded: "You really don't wear too much. We have ready-made winter clothes for sale in our store, and they are all filled with real cotton. As long as you wear them on the basis of cotton cloth and cotton Just add an extra ten cents."

"Why is it so cheap this year?" The guest shivered from the cold and was very puzzled.

The waiter in the shop sighed and said, "Oh, it's not cheap! This is all made up for by our old owner of the He family. These cloth and cotton are taken back by Mr. He from other merchants at a high price."

"Now it's sold to everyone at almost cost price. The master didn't make any money, so he still has to pay it back. I'm afraid that everyone can't afford cotton and cotton cloth. This winter is really hard."

The guests present were deeply moved when they heard this, and some even shed tears.

But it was freezing cold, and the guest's warm tears just flowed from the eye sockets, and after flowing down the cheeks, they were blown by the cold wind, and his face turned red from the cold, accompanied by stinging pain.

They quickly wiped away their tears, but as long as they recalled the hardships of the heavy snow during these days, and Hejiabuzhuang's compassionate care for ordinary people like them, they couldn't help the redness of their eyes.

The waiter in the shop did not tell the customers that the master of the He family planned to distribute a batch of cotton-padded clothes and clothes for free to some poor people who could not afford cotton and cotton cloth.

In order to save money and increase production, Mr. He also asked the shopkeeper of the cloth shop to move out the batch of homespun cloth that had been squeezed in the warehouse a few months ago, and made them into cotton-padded clothes and cotton-padded clothes.

Seeing the increasing expenses in the account, the treasurer of the cloth shop clattered his abacus, and hurriedly reported to Mr. He: "Master, the expenditure of the cloth shop now has to catch up with the income of the past two years! If you continue to lose No way!"

Mr. He was indifferent, and even said happily: "It's a good loss! If we suffer a little loss, we can save the lives of other ordinary people. Isn't this business worthwhile?"

The new shopkeeper of the cloth shop was immediately speechless, and sighed when he saw the huge loss in the books of the cloth shop this year.

I'm afraid I won't be able to pay him dividends at the end of this year.

"Okay, okay." Master He also saw the worry of the shopkeeper, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "You have worked hard in cloth village these days. I will also see the credit and hard work." In my eyes, the dividends at the end of the year are indispensable to you!"

The new shopkeeper immediately bowed his hands to thank his boss.

The common people were very happy to buy low-priced warm clothes; the treasurer of the cloth shop was very happy to receive a generous year-end dividend; but the several cloth shop owners who refused Mr.

These bosses were full of thoughts. They originally thought that the master wanted to monopolize all the cotton and cotton cloth in their hands, so as to raise prices against the common people.

So they were unwilling to let Master He eat this huge cake alone, and wanted to share a piece of it.

But I don't want to, Mr. He is really like what he said before, he suppressed the price of Hejiabuzhuang again and again, almost reaching the cost price of cotton and cotton cloth.

The guests in Jinning City heard that the price of He's cloth shop was low, so they all went to He's to buy.

Several cloth shops suddenly lost their business, and several bosses were also anxious.

Winter is the peak season for cotton and cotton cloth business. If this season is missed, the goods will be kept in the warehouse for a whole year.

In desperation, several cloth houses had no choice but to follow the Hejia cloth house to cut prices again and again, almost only following the loss of money.

Seeing the loss on the account, these bosses felt blood dripping from their hearts, and wanted to ask Mr. He to discuss it, but Mr. He had discussed it with them in advance.In the end, I had no choice but to swallow this dumb loss into my stomach.

Unlike several cloth shop owners who were forced to cut prices, Boss Xue took the initiative to find Mr. He after hearing that He's cloth shop sold warm items at low prices.

"You want to distribute part of the coal to the poor for free?" Master He asked with a smile, taking a sip of his hot tea.

Boss Xue nodded.

"This winter is the peak season for selling coal. If you imitate the He family and cut prices and give away things, the loss of silver is not a small amount!"

Xue Lin smiled heartily: "The younger generation naturally knows, I just hope that it can help the people survive the cold winter. Those gold and silver can be earned again, but human lives can't be exchanged."

Boss Xue has also lived a hard life, so he naturally understands the hardships of ordinary people, and he can help a little.

Master He put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Boy Xue in front of him, and smiled with satisfaction.

As expected of his favorite son-in-law, he not only earns a lot of money, but is also willing to let it go.

Master He smiled and reminded him a few words: "People in the world care too much about the gains and losses in front of them, thinking that spending their own money to save other people's lives is really a loss-making business. As everyone knows, what we earn is people's hearts!"

The word "businessman" means great profit, and the word "person" is the heart.

Not all businessmen can see through the immediate interests and understand this truth.

With the price reduction of Xue's coal, the life of ordinary people in the severe winter is much easier, at least no one will freeze to death this winter.

By mid-November, the ten-day heavy snow in Jinning City finally stopped, and every household began to clean the snow in front of their houses and on the eaves.

When the snow gradually melted, the temperature in the city dropped several degrees.

"It's really too cold this winter." Hong Ling had already put on a new cotton padded coat. She opened the window and looked outside. There was no snow in the sky, but the ground was still white.

"Fortunately, my wife didn't set the young master's wedding in November. In such a snowy day, let alone holding a wedding, everyone will be frozen."

The cold wind blew into her neck through the window, causing the little girl to shiver uncontrollably. She rubbed her frozen red hands, and was about to close the windows tightly when she heard her young master say: Bake the stove, don't close the windows, leave a strip to sew it out."

Obediently, Hong Ling left a gap in the window, rubbing her hands together and warming herself by He Wenyan's side.

"Young Master, Madam has sent someone to send the wedding dress. I don't know if the weather will be cold on the eighth day of next month?" Hong Ling muttered.

I don't know why the presiding monk of Pilu Temple chose the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the so-called Laba Laba, and his jaw was frozen.Laba is always the coldest day of the year.

Fortunately, He Wenyan's wedding was a Chinese wedding, and the wedding dress was looser, so he immediately wore a few more warm clothes underneath.

Young Master He doesn't care what day he gets married, he just hopes that on his wedding day, his relatives and friends can come smoothly.

He Wenyan was thinking about this when there was a knock on the door.

Hong Ling quickly ran to open the door, and it turned out that Mrs. He brought Fu Ma to find Young Master He.

It was clearly winter, but Mrs. He was sweating profusely, holding a stack of red paper in her hand, she handed the things to He Wenyan, and said: "This is an invitation I ordered earlier, and it finally arrived today. "

The red invitation card uses hot stamping technology, and a huge double happiness is hot on the cover, and the pattern of dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness is drawn on both sides.

"The wedding invitations are all written by the couple themselves. You first write down all the relatives and friends you want to invite in the booklet, and then the stepmother will check for you to see if there are any omissions, and finally copy it and put it on the invitation."

After Mrs. He ordered the invitation, she talked about the wedding dress again: "The wedding dress is made into the style of a robe according to your preference, don't forget to try it."

At this time, Housekeeper He Er knocked on the door again and came in. He handed a booklet to Mrs. He.

"Madam, we have already discussed with the chef of Huichang Restaurant about the wedding banquet, and he will bring his staff to our house to take charge of the banquet. This is the banquet menu prepared by the chef."

Mrs. He simply flipped through the pages, and ordered: "It's cold, let him add a few more hot dishes. Also let our kitchen buy more ingredients, so as not to have enough dishes."

"Ma'am, the red silk for decoration has been hung up. Would you like to go and have a look?" Butler He Er was also very busy.

This red silk and red cloth is not only the appearance of the He family's hospitality, but also has the meaning of seeking good luck and avoiding evil, so there is no room for error.

Looking at the back of his mother leaving in a hurry, Young Master He couldn't help sighing.

Even though it was his wedding, Mrs. He became the busiest person instead.

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When it entered the twelfth lunar month, the temperature in Jinning City actually rose, and the common people didn't have to keep their stoves on all day long.

Even though there was cholera before this year and snow disasters later, as the year approaches, the atmosphere of the year in the city remains the same as in previous years.

The He family was even more lively, seven days before the wedding of Young Master He, red silk was hung up early, red lanterns were lit, and happy characters were posted throughout the house.

All the people in Jinning City knew that the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was the wedding date of Young Master He.

Mrs. He was not as busy as before, instead she chatted with her eldest son every day.

"You studied medicine abroad when you were ten years old, and your mother didn't teach you how to get along with your aunt and sister-in-law."

Mrs. He and Mr. He have always raised this eldest son as an ordinary man. Now that Mr. He is getting married, Mrs. He realizes that she has never taught him how to manage a family.

"The only maid serving you is Hong Ling. Hong Ling is lively and can make you happy, but she is not prudent enough in dealing with people and lacks a little sense of propriety."

Mrs. He sat on the mahogany armchair, holding a silk handkerchief and pointing at Hongling standing beside He Wenyan.

Hong Ling felt aggrieved, stepped forward and knelt in front of Madam, her voice was still crying: "Madam, please let the young one stay with the young master! Don't change me!"

While pleading, the girl Hong Ling winked at Fu Ma who was beside Mrs. He, hoping that her own mother could say something nice to her.

Mama Fu looked at her daughter who was about to cry because she was wronged, but softly scolded: "Wipe your tears quickly, it will be a good day for the young master in a few days, it is not auspicious for you to shed tears now."

It was He Wenyan who took the initiative to speak for Hong Ling: "Mother, Hong Ling did nothing wrong, so don't replace her!"

"Who said she was going to be replaced? Mother knows that Hong Ling is an old man who is used to you by your side, and she is also loyal to you."

Mrs. He slightly raised a slender eyebrow on one side, looked sideways at her eldest son, and said with a smile on her face: "It's just that you married into someone else's family, and you only have a red water chestnut by your side. Mother is really worried."

Immediately afterwards, Madam He called out "Mama Fu" softly, and Mama Fu beside her immediately received the instruction, nodded to Madam He, and walked out of the room.

When she came in again, Mama Fu was followed by a girl with an oval face, estimated to be two years older than Hong Ling.

When the girl saw Mrs. He and Young Master He, she saluted respectfully.

"Yan'er, this is Bi Liu. She was originally the girl in your mother's room." Mrs. He waved her hand and brought her to He Wenyan, "She has been by my side since childhood, doing things. It’s also very measured.”

He Wenyan looked at the girl in front of him calmly. He could get a compliment from his mother at such a young age. It seemed that this girl Biliu was really outstanding.

"When the time comes, let her and Hong Ling follow you to Xue's house."

Master He had no objection to his mother's decision, but the little girl Hong Ling was very unhappy, she didn't dare to say anything in front of Master and Madam, so she had to drag Mama Fu to complain afterwards.

"Mother, don't you say a few words for me?" Hong Ling pouted, displeased.

In the past, she was the only maidservant by the young master's side, but now there is an extra girl out of thin air to compete with her.

Fu Ma looked at the uneducated silly daughter in front of her, and sighed: "Mother told you a long time ago, let you learn more rules. You are good, you are so lazy when you go around on weekdays."

Hong Ling was scolded by her mother and lowered her head, circling her fingers on the padded clothes.

"My wife, Bi Liu, took care of me personally. From now on, you will work with her on matters for the young master, so don't play petty temper." Mo Ruomu, an educated daughter, pouted Hong Ling's mouth, and Fu Ma knew what she was thinking.

Hong Ling reluctantly nodded at Fu Ma's request.

Hong Ling promised well, but when she started doing things, she completely forgot Fu Mama's advice.

On the second day, Hong Ling was preparing to wash He Wenyan's face, but found that Bi Liu was one step ahead of her.

"Oh, Sister Bi Liu, let me do it. I'm used to it." Hong Ling wanted to take the copper basin from Bi Liu's hand.

Although Bi Liu hesitated a little, she still handed the washbasin to Hong Ling.

Afterwards, Bi Liu discovered that Hong Ling would step into whatever he wanted to do.

She wasn't angry, and she didn't intend to fight with Hongling.

This made Hong Ling a little puzzled, and she complained to He Wenyan: "Didn't Madam say that Bi Liu is particularly capable? Why is she not as diligent as I am now?"

Young Master He also saw Hong Ling's behavior in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You pushed others away first, and now you dislike others and don't compete with you."

"Both of you receive the same monthly salary, and you also take over her work. She can get the monthly salary without having to work, why should she compete with you for work?"

He Wenyan woke up Hongling with a few words, and the little girl was so angry that she clenched her fist and hit her head with one hand, complaining to herself: "Why am I so stupid?"

Afterwards, holding back her anger, Hong Ling took the initiative to find Bi Liu and proposed to share the work with her.

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The night before the big wedding, Mrs. He came to He Wenyan specially, and secretly handed him a booklet.

"Mother, what is this?" Young Master He looked at the book in front of him without an inscription on the cover, feeling a little puzzled.

He was about to open the booklet when Mrs. He held down his hand and stopped his movement.

"Put away the album first, and read it when no one is around." Mrs. He coughed lightly, turned her head and said.

"What is so mysterious?"

He Wenyan muttered in a low voice, wondering what kind of family heirloom it was that needed to be kept out of sight.

Mrs. He saw her eldest son's confused face, so she leaned into his ear and whispered: "This is the picture of the secret play."

Secret play picture?It's a erotic picture.

Young Master He's face flushed instantly, and he immediately pushed the album on the table back to Mrs. He.

"Mom, why are you giving me this?"

Mrs. He frowned slightly, sighed, and said worriedly: "Mother, aren't you afraid that you don't know anything about husband and wife?"

She pointed at the album again and said earnestly: "Mother specially ordered someone from the bookstore to order it. Remember to look through it tonight."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. He left with her servants, leaving Young Master He staring blankly at the erotic pictures on the table.

He Wenyan looked at the picture album with the red cover, his face was burning hot, he simply stuffed his things into the closet, and ran back to bed by himself to sleep.

But when he thought about getting married tomorrow, Young Master He tossed and turned on the bed unable to sleep for a long time, after much deliberation he turned out the erotic pictures that had just been stuffed into the closet.

He Wenyan bit his lips lightly, doing a good job of mental construction for himself, and finally flipped through the erotic pictures without hesitation.

Glancing secretly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The villains in the pictures are drawn with fine brushwork, which is very delicate, but not as realistic and impactful as Western paintings.

Young Master He had taken a human anatomy class when he was studying medicine, and he knew the structure of the human body very well. After looking at the villains with uncoordinated head and body ratios in the album, his sense of shame faded away, and he began to study the strange postures in the album instead.

He Wenyan was amazed while looking at it, lamenting the amazing flexibility of the people in the painting, and lamenting how many tricks the ancients played.

On the second day at Yin time, just as the golden rooster crowed, Mrs. He brought a group of women and maids into the room of Young Master He.

"Yan'er, don't go to sleep." Mrs. He lifted the curtain of Ba Bu's bed, and saw Young Master He lying on his back on the bed, with an open erotic picture beside him.

Mrs. He shook her head helplessly, closed the album herself, and handed it to Mama Fu, so that she could put it in the young master's box.

He Wenyan opened his eyes in a daze amidst the noise of the crowd, and when he saw Mrs. He in front of him, he coquettishly said, "Aniang, let Yan'er sleep more."

After all, he rubbed his head against Mrs. He's palm.

Looking at this scene, Mrs. He's heart softened, and she recalled that her eldest son stayed in bed like this and refused to go to school when he was a child.

But thinking of today's wedding, Mrs. He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and coaxed He Wenyan to get up: "Okay, don't sleep. The bridesmaids are still waiting to dress you up."

Young Master He stared in confusion and was helped up by Hong Ling, changed into a wedding dress, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

A bride was about to twist noodles for He Wenyan, she took a closer look, and exclaimed in a low voice, "When did the young master go to bed last night? Why is it so blue now?"

Mrs. He's eyebrows twitched slightly, her face was a little embarrassed, her son might have read the erotic pictures for half a night.

Xi Niang saw that it was not an option for Young Master He to have dark circles under his eyes, so she hurriedly asked someone to cook a duck egg in the kitchen, peeled off the egg shell, and rolled it over He Wenyan's face with hot compresses.

Waiting for the hot compress to remove the blackness under her eyes, Xi Niang nimbly pinched a thin thread with her hands and feet, bit one end, twisted the other end and crossed it, placed it on He Wenyan's face and gently stroked it, the fine fluff on the face was twisted by the thin thread The skin is smooth and fair.

Xi Niang was doing the work with her hands, and said auspicious words on her mouth: "This is called "be different", and the marriage has been happy ever since. "

Young Master He raised his head, closed his eyes, and sat obediently on the chair, while Xi Niang was still working on his face.

Just after putting on makeup, a servant from outside the house hurried in.

"Madam, Boss Xue's sedan chair has arrived at the door."

Mrs. He frowned slightly, and complained: "Why are you here so early? Before it's auspicious time, let someone block the door."

"Mother, let me come!"

The second young master of the He family popped up from outside the house, patted his chest and assured Mrs. He that no one would be able to get in.

Outside the gate of the He Mansion, Boss Xue was wearing a fiery red wedding dress, with a large silk flower tied on his chest, riding on a tall black horse.

Followed by a huge welcoming team, gongs, drums and suona were played in unison, and a festive and lively song "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" attracted the people around the He family.

The ordinary people who watched the excitement looked up, and saw that the groom had sword eyebrows and star eyes, and was dressed in a red dress, which made his appearance even more majestic, but he was so happy that the corners of his mouth were about to go up to the sky, no matter how he looked at it, he lacked a bit of intelligence.

The closed door of the He family was opened. With a smile on his face, Master He walked to the porch with big strides, and cupped his hands to the people outside the door: "Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is my eldest son's big day. It coincides with the Laba Festival , our He family invites everyone to drink Laba porridge to warm up your body."

As soon as Mr. He finished speaking, the servants of the He family brought pots of hot porridge to the gate of He Mansion and set up a stall.

He's Laba porridge is made from seven treasures and five flavors and glutinous rice, which is extra thick.Drinking a bowl in winter will keep you warm.

This year is considered to be a bad year. The people of Jinning suffered from the plague first, and then the snow disaster.

Mr. He was worried that some people would be short of food in winter, so he came up with this idea to ask people to set up a porridge stall on He Wenyan's wedding day, which can be regarded as a good deed for his eldest son.

The common people brought dishes from their own homes, drank the sweet Laba porridge from He's family, and wished Boss Xue and the young master of He's family a happy marriage for a hundred years.

The author says:

Young Master He watched the erotic pictures all night, his eyes were dark and drowsy.

Young Master He: You may not believe it, but I refused the secret play at the beginning... [With panda eyes]

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Originally thought that 6000 words would be enough to write about the wedding, but it ended up being the beginning of the wedding. _(:з"∠)_;

Tomorrow, I will continue to write the marriage in 6000 words.

感谢在2022-08-2717:16:48-2022-08-2817:15:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Dao Dao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!