Chapter 79 Blessings (Part 1)

At the end of the twelfth lunar month of the 32nd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, Kuaiji County, Shaoxing Prefecture.

The New Year rumor says, "Twenty-seven, go to the market; twenty-eight, go to the market." This means that on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the whole family will go to the market to buy New Year's goods, buy enough food for half a month, and buy enough food for lunch, rice, oil, salt, chicken, duck, fish and meat. Then, from the 28th day, they will no longer go out and wash and wash at home and wait for the New Year.

The business ended at the 27th year, but before the 28th, the shops had to be cleaned up before going home for the New Year. So although there were few pedestrians on the streets on this day, the shops were still lively...

In front of a shop on Baoyouqiao Street in Yongchangfang, a tall young man wearing a blue cloth jacket and black cloth cotton pants was taking two guys to clean the floor. The two guys swept the floor and cleaned the window frames, sprinkled water and smeared the counter, and were very busy... The boss treated kindly and righteously, and the relationship between everyone was extraordinary, so the guys were naturally doing things in a solid manner.

But the big young man moved a ladder and placed it at the door, held a basin and rag, climbed to the top quickly, and began to carefully wipe the nanmu plaque. He gently stroked the four ancient and powerful words "Sanren Business" on the plaque like a baby, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart...

In a blink of an eye, the three brothers' business has been established for a year and a half, and the business is getting bigger and bigger. From the initial 400 kilograms of fine salt per month to 600 kilograms in the first half of this year and 800 kilograms in the second half of this year, the income has doubled. Their brothers have planned to open two more semicolons next year, striving to sell fifteen small entries and three thousand kilograms of salt a year... Although it is still incomparable to those salt merchants who often have tens of thousands of kilograms, it can already ensure that the two families and Shen Jing will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and they are generous.

In fact, this year, his life has improved a lot. Not to mention anything else, just looking at his body shape, from being tall and thin to being tall and strong now, and his face is rosy and healthy, you know that he is no longer wronged.

He is said to have money and life is better, so he should have no worries, but his eldest son is often confused recently. When he thinks of some scenes, he can't help but feel excited and wishes to run away from home immediately...

"Boss, boss..." The guy's call woke up the eldest son who was thinking. He said 'oh' and lowered his head and said, "What's the matter?"

"If you don't stop, our plaque will be breathable." The two guys smiled under the ladder.

The eldest son felt a little embarrassed and asked embarrassedly: "Have you finished your work?"

"I'll wait for you to check it out." The guy laughed and said, "Of course, it's definitely not as clean as you." The eldest son is usually generous, and the guys are a little casual with him.

The eldest son got off the ladder and checked around the house. Seeing that the difference was almost the same, he nodded, walked to the cabinet, took off the key from his waist, opened the drawer, took out two red envelopes, and handed them to the two tasks he had long been looking forward to and said, "Go back and say hello to the uncle and aunt, I'll go see them during the New Year." Although he and Shen Mo had moved out of the cottage, they always had those close neighbors in their hearts. In addition to being from time to time, even the shopkeepers hired them from there.

The two friends took the heavy red envelopes and said happily: "Come here to pay New Year greetings to Mr. Shen and the boss." The eldest son told them to start work on the 16th day of the first lunar month, so he let them go home for the New Year.

When the guy left, the eldest son moved the ladder in, cleaned the unclean areas again. When he was completely satisfied, he came to the door, closed the store, and returned to the patio from the back door... It turned out that this was a "Si Rivers Returning Hall" house. The main house facing south was built. There were two small buildings with white walls and black tiles on three sides of the backyard, forming a large patio with two square meters... or a small courtyard is more suitable.

The eldest son went into the patio and saw his father tidying up the newly slaughtered chickens and ducks. He smelled the smell and knew that it was his mother who was steaming rice cakes.

Dad Yao also saw the eldest son, and kept his hands down and said in a low voice: "When is it time to come back." The eldest son said that just after he finished his work, his father assigned a task and said: "Go to the hall to clean it up, don't knock down the sacrificial weapon."

The eldest son then remembered that today was the day to invite the great Bodhisattva. According to the elderly, the Bodhisattvas in heaven did not enter unclean homes. Therefore, before "blessing", they had to clean the hall, the sacrificial table, and the sacrificial vessels... Although he had a pair of younger brothers and sisters, his father would never give such an important errand to his children.

The eldest son was about to agree, but his mother also came out of the kitchen. Her face was steamed red by the heat. She also had a pair of twisted silver bracelets on her wrist. She lifted her hair scattered on her forehead and said, "Go and see if Mr. Shen has gotten up? I'll give it to him if he gets up."

The eldest son scratched his head and said in a muffled voice: "Then I'll go see Mr. Shen first." Then he put his father's errand aside and went up the east wing.

The second floor of the east wing was divided into three rooms. The eldest son went up and knocked on the door with his hands and feet, and whispered: "Chaosheng, has Uncle Shen got up?"

The door opened with a creaking sound, and a young man with a slender figure and a handsome face flashed out. It was Shen Mo who had grown a lot taller. He let out a breath of turbid air and whispered: "I slept like a dead pig, and I guess I can get up in the afternoon." He said a little depressed: "In order to become this chief clerk, I have to get drunk twice in three days, which is really unpaid."

While talking, the two entered the study room next door, where various books were neatly piled up. Although there were charcoal basins in the middle of the room, they were extinguished because they were afraid of water leaving.

Shen Mo couldn't help but shiver and said, "It's so cold." The eldest son quickly raised the charcoal basin, and jumped happily with the orange flames, and the room finally gradually became warmer.

Only then did Shen Mo take off his half-old blue jacket, revealing the chestnut-colored Confucian shirt inside, and he looked even thin and elegant, gentle and elegant... It turned out that he was full of poetry and literature. He half leaned on an easy chair with a quilt, brewing tea and flushing water, while glancing at his absent-minded eldest son.

When he got up and sat down on the stool, Shen Mo handed over a cup of strong tea and asked softly: "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing." The eldest son shook his head quickly, picked up the teacup and put it on his mouth.
Chapter completed!