It's hard to be a prodigal

It just so happened that someone from the government came to act as a middleman for Jiang's family.

"Break up..." Jiang Heng's forehead dripped with cold sweat, he gently grabbed Jiang Zong's sleeve, and asked him in a low voice, "Since ancient times, families have only been separated when relatives are at odds with each other or when the family is in decline. Do we really want to lose face like this?"

"If you continue to stir up things like this, sooner or later you will lose face."

In his previous life, Jiang Zong suffered a huge loss just because of this face. He just worked hard to fish out the useless cousin who bought an official from prison, and took a large sum of money and a shop as a dowry for the cousin. Jiang Zong has long been tired of doing things to please him.

What's more, the second uncle and the third uncle are not good at seeing people, and they can even do the job of informing the gangsters. Thinking about it this way, the robbers in Jinshuishan are probably hired by the second uncle to kill him and rob the property of the Jiang family. .

Jiang Zong took out a stack of deed papers from his sleeve, patted them on the stone table, and asked Jiang Heng to write a sentence on the paper: "What should we do with each of the three Jiang's families? The joint ventures of the three companies include: North Street silk and satin Zhuang, Zongheng Qianzhuang, Chunxing Grain Company, and Suzhou’s Arms Company Hundred Fighters Elite Pavilion, you two choose first, let’s divide up this property, and don’t waste it later.”

The silk and satin shop on North Street caught fire, and now it has suffered heavy losses. It has to raise money to compensate the merchants who ordered this year; Profits are slim.

These three industries are money-losing goods, and the second and third uncles don't like them, but because of the conflict in Suzhou's Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion, the arms business can be regarded as huge profits, and no one wants to let this piece of fat out of their mouths. Second, because of the financial resources of a family, it is impossible to buy all the shares.

When the dispute was over, Jiang Zong threw out a contract paper: "I don't want the Hundred Battles Elite Pavilion, 20 taels will be given to our Jiang family's big house."

Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion is located in Suzhou. It supplies weapons, armor and other ammunition for the court. Although the world is peaceful now, there are still wars and small chaos on the border. As long as the border has not been recovered, Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion will continue to make huge profits.

20 taels gave up one-third of the Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion, and only a fool like Jiang Zong could say that.

Jiang Heng kept giving his brother winks, but Jiang Zong pretended to be stupid, but couldn't see.

The idlers who watched the excitement outside couldn't catch up, so the second uncle took advantage of the crowd and pressed his fingerprints on the deed paper in full view, sneering in his heart, this eldest nephew is really a lucky star sent by heaven, when the head of the family was alive, he was exhausted He also failed to get the Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion, but now he has easily picked up a big bargain.

Just as the second uncle was about to send his servants back to get the banknotes, Jiang Zong brought up three deeds: "Chunxing Grain Store, Beijie Silk and Satin Shop, and Zongheng Bank, except for the shares held by our big house Jiang, you two Son, I'll buy them all."

Jiang Heng choked violently, his eyes widened and he frantically tugged at Jiang Zong's sleeves, mouthing a reminder: "That's 100 million taels, we can scrape together a maximum of 50 taels in our hands, and we can't buy it even if we sell everything!"

The profit from gambling stones from changing hands at the beginning, plus the profit from the special honey supply, can deduct about half a million from the cracks after careful calculation, regardless of the misery of drinking the northwest wind the next day.

The second uncle and the third uncle were all taken aback, and they didn't know that Jiang Zong had made a lot of money from betting on stones. He looked at the middleman who testified to the government and said, "My lord, our children are really ignorant. You laugh at me, laugh at me."

"This Zongheng Bank was originally the property of our Jiang family's big house. You took it to ruins these years, and you can't ask for a high price when it is returned to the original owner. Besides, this bank is no different from an abandoned warehouse. If you estimate the price too high , I’d rather not have it.” Jiang Zong flipped through the ledger sent by Gu Duo’er, and said slowly, “The rest of these are properties left by our ancestors, we just get a dividend, and no one paid the capital, Second Uncle That's the price."

The second uncle knew that Jiang Zong didn't have much money in his hand, so he wanted to buy it back at a low price, but these properties were really worthless. The second uncle discussed with the third uncle, took the abacus to estimate the value on the spot, and said with a contemptuous smile: "The old ancestor After drawing the price, the Chunxing Grain Company has 60 taels, and the Silk and Satin Shop has 90 taels, both of which are divided into three parts.

To put it nicely, the Zongheng Bank was originally the property of the Jiang family's big house, and now that the two young masters left behind by the big house are not easy to mess with, there is nothing to say about returning the property to the original owner.

"Counting my withdrawal from the Baizhan Jingbing Pavilion, it's all here." Jiang Zong took 80 taels of silver bills at that time, and dumped them on the table in a dazzling pile, blinding the entire Jiang family compound.

Not to mention those who watched the excitement outside, most of them have never seen these old coins at such an advanced age, and they were not sure whether the bank notes were real or not, and there were many discussions.

Jiang Heng opened his mouth for a long time, and asked Jiang Zong in a daze: "What else did you do last night besides burning the silk and satin village..."

"Hush." ​​Jiang Zong tilted his head and whispered, "Sui Xiaohou gave me a big mansion in the capital, and I entrusted someone to mortgage 40 taels."

Jiang Heng: "..."

"You mortgaged the house in the capital to exchange these messy properties? I'll fight with you..." Jiang Heng grabbed Jiang Zong's sleeve and wanted to bite him to death. There is still a place to live in the capital.

Jiang Zong pressed the bouncing Jiang Heng with one hand, and pressed his fingerprint leisurely with the other hand.

After the division of several joint-stock companies, the land and small industries are divided.

The third uncle seeks stability. When dividing the property, he only needs some stable small businesses. He has no big ambitions, but his life will not appear tight.

The second uncle is good at calculating, step by step, and chooses the firm with the most lucrative and promising future.

Jiang Zong was the most unpredictable. He looked down on profitable industries and picked out those that were about to go bankrupt. Jiang Heng rolled his eyes in anger, and Jiang Zong pressed his head under the table and couldn't get in a word.

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In just three days, the news of Jiang's separation had spread throughout Jinzhou City. At the same time, Le Lian was sitting by the boat watching the loading.

Ever since he came back from Jinshui Mountain, Young Master Le seemed a little less gloomy and withdrawn, not so repulsive to people thousands of miles away. Ershui, the boatman's naive son, would occasionally come over for a chat, and Le Lian would pick up on it.

"Master Lian, the earrings in your hand seem to be valuable." Er Shui squatted beside Le Lian, scratching his head and said, "Give it to my aunt?"

"Grandma..." Le Lian clenched her earrings tightly and rolled her eyes, "Yes."

Er Shui laughed straight, "Master Lian's aunt must be that embarrassing woman of the moon, beauty."

Speaking of beauties, Le Lian can only think of a pair of phoenix eyes, a sly smile, and warm and thin lips. Apart from Jiang Zong, Le Lian has no concept of beauties in his mind. Wushan is not a cloud.

Er Shui asked cautiously: "Master Lian, how did the news about you and Young Master Jiang spread? We all know how bad Young Master Jiang is, so the appointment has nothing to do with you."

"...Me." Le Lian hesitated to speak, fearing that if he said more, he would cause trouble for Jiang Zong.

In fact, the trouble this time has no effect on Le Lian. He keeps a low profile and is not favored in Le's family.

It was Jiang Zong whose reputation was damaged.

Jiang Zong is a domineering man, has made many enemies, and has always been arrogant and unwilling to suffer, so there are plenty of people who are waiting to see his jokes.

People like to watch the high-ranking people fall into the abyss, and the proud people are trampled with footprints. Jiang Zong is used to being condescending, and there are countless idlers waiting to be stepped on when he is notorious. They enjoy admiring the dragon In the shallows, the tiger fell into the flat sun, the peacock fell into the mud, pushed hard and waited to hear the sound of the wall collapsing.

And all these troubles come from themselves.

Lelian blamed himself immensely.

After a long time, Ershui ran over again, and said cheerfully, "Master Lian, the goods are finished, shall we start our journey?"

"En." Le Lian got up, glanced at the brightly lit Jiang family compound, and boarded the boat.

-

After Le Lian left for just one year, the people of Jinzhou had long forgotten the affairs of the two young masters of Jiang Le, and hurriedly found a new fun——

I heard that the second son of the Xiao family, Xiao Qiu, redeemed the body of the young master Mingli from Fengyeju, he carried the big sedan chair back to the mansion with drums and gongs, and was severely beaten by his elder brother Xiao Qian, but he didn't let go of the young man. He threatened that if his elder brother drove Ming Li out of the house, he would elope with him and wander around the world.

Jiang Zong was still listening to the little song in Maple Leaf Residence, but there was a new oiran on the stage, his voice was cold and cold, his appearance was like a peach blossom in April in the world, with a flick of his fingers, the sound of the zither was like spring water flooding into people's hearts.

Jiang Zong still had an impression of him, the young lady who had been with him the longest in his previous life was also his favorite, named Shen Huan.

The extravagant ditties seemed to be out of his mind, Jiang Zong closed his eyes and rested his chin, he didn't listen to it very much, after the song was over, he threw 3000 taels of silver onto the stage and said lazily, "Come here to accompany the master."

Shen Huan looked coldly, looked down at the bank notes on the ground, and under the pressure of his mother's eyes, slowly walked down the stage, and poured Jiang Zong a cup of tea reluctantly.

Mom hurriedly picked up the 3000 taels of silver note, smiled and bowed and stood beside Jiang Zong, gouged Mr. Shen Huan's eyes, squeezed Jiang Zong's shoulders to please Jiang Zong and said, "Master Zong, business has been going well recently? When you came back from Beihua, you lost weight, it was really hard work."

There was a severe drought in Beihua, sowing in spring, but there was no rain, and the food harvest failed. A large number of refugees rushed into the city to escape the famine. The dry fields were left uncultivated, and tens of thousands of people starved to death.

The government was busy opening warehouses for relief, and businessmen from Beihua went to Nan'an to buy grain one after another. Dreaming of getting rich, he traveled long distances to Nan'an, but unexpectedly, all the food in Nan'an was sold out, and the rest was inferior food for livestock.

Even the second and third uncles of the Jiang family saw this business opportunity, but they didn't have time to order food.

The only one in Nan'an that has grain is the Jinzhou Zongheng Grain Company.

Businessmen from Beihua had no choice but to pay a visit to Jiang's compound, and there was an endless stream of businessmen who came to order food.

Unexpectedly, the head of the Jiang family is actually a little boy who has not yet reached the crown.

Jiang Heng was wearing a light onion gown, and was quietly flipping through the ledger at the stone table in the courtyard. Occasionally, he raised his eyes to look at the merchant who came to order food.

"Seven hundred pennies per shi, starting from [-] shi, no bargaining, just the next one."