Chapter 86 How Many Stories Are in My Heart

Xue Ai is a strange person, although he has very strict requirements on the two brothers and sisters' studies. But in life, he has a generous and picky side.

Xue Pan's father had just passed away that year. As the only man in the family, Xue Ai can only stand up and take charge of the overall situation. But I am also worried that I am far away from home on weekdays and cannot discipline my children.

When Bao Qin and her brother are a little older, Xue Ai will take the two brothers with her wherever they can go. One is to go out and broaden your horizons, and the other is to be able to discipline yourself.

At that time, Xue Ai had a strange rule. Everywhere he went, he would give some money to the two brothers and sisters. It can range from dozens of taels to one or two hundred taels. I won't be constrained by what they buy, I can use it however I want.

If they used it all at once, Xue Ai wouldn't scold them. If it only cost a little, Xue Ai wouldn't take it back and just let the children keep it for themselves.

There is only one thing, no matter how high or low you are, you can only buy one thing you like in one place.

Xue Biao was young at the time, and once he wanted to buy more of the same toy he liked, but he didn't dare to ask. He asked his sister Bao Qin to find his father and ask for this thing.

Bao Qin still remembers what her father said at that time.

"Qin'er, rules are rules. There are rules in this world that can be changed, but there are also dead rules that cannot be changed.

You are still young, and your father gives you money. I hope that you two, brother and sister, will not develop a tendency to compete for every penny. But we can't let you spend money randomly and mistakenly think that everything in the world can be obtained so easily. "

It’s hard to say whether Xue Ai’s method worked, but the two brothers, Xue Biao and Xue Baoqin, were both taught to have gentle and generous tempers. They are not as cunning and shrewd as ordinary second-room families, nor are they as domineering as some wealthy families.

Xue Biao would ask his sister to borrow money because he knew that Bao Qin had the habit of saving money for so many years.

Xue Baoqin thought her brother was interested in a famous painting by a certain master, so she just smiled and asked, "Brother, how much do you want to borrow?"

Xue Biao thought for a moment and realized that he had about two thousand taels of silver. Then he said to Baoqin: "One thousand taels, maybe."

Bao Qin couldn't help but frown slightly. It wasn't that she couldn't get the money. She would only save more money than Xue Biao, definitely not less.

It's just that the family is no longer what it was back then. After my father came home in mid-March, there was no sign of going out.

Although she didn't know the inside story, she could guess from the way her mother sighed from time to time that the eldest family had something dirty with their family.

What to do if the family has less income in the future and my brother is still obsessed with writing, playing, calligraphy and painting.

"Brother." Baoqin was still young and couldn't hide his thoughts. Worry appeared in his eyebrows unconsciously, "Can you tell my sister what you want to do with this money?"

Xue Biao saw his sister's worry and thought that he could not let his family be worried because of his own affairs. He told Bao Qin about his plans with Chen Heng.

As Xue Baoqin listened, the worries in his heart were unconsciously reduced by half, and a smile appeared on his face.

Xue Biao saw this in a new light and couldn't help but curiously asked, "Sister, do you think this is feasible?"

Xue Baoqin laughed, causing the hairpins and tassels on his head to tremble, "Brother, if my sister knew about it, wouldn't she have done it herself?"

"Then I see you feel relieved. Why?"

Xue Baoqin pursed her lips and replied with a smile, "Since it is the Chen family brother who invites me, he is more reliable than others."

Over the years, Xue Biao rarely heard her sister talk about her friends. When I heard it for the first time today, I didn’t expect Bao Qin to speak so highly of Heng Di. There was a bit of a sour taste: "Let me put it this way, your brother Chen is more at ease with his work than my own brother."

As soon as Xue Biao finished saying this, he immediately thought about it again. It seems that Hengdi is more stable and reliable than me in doing things. For a moment, Xue Biao didn't know what expression to make.

"Brother." Under the candlelight, Xue Baoqin blushed slightly and couldn't help but explain for herself, "My sister thinks that since the Chen family brother can travel thousands of miles to seek medical treatment for Sister Lin's family, he will definitely not work with someone with such a temperament. The risk of being cheated.

Who can say for sure whether to make money or not. Just asking for no regrets is enough. "

Xue Biao nodded after hearing this. There is no airtight wall in the world. It is natural that Baoqin, the handkerchief, knows about the Lin family's sister.

"What my sister said is really reasonable." After Bao Qin explained in this way, Xue Biao became even more determined, "Indeed, there is no business that is guaranteed to make a profit without losing any money. If you work with a confidant who is honest and honest with you, you will be willing to do so even if you lose money. "

He didn't say that Chen Heng also gave up all his belongings, fearing that his kind-hearted sister would turn around and give him one thousand five hundred taels, making it difficult for him to be a good person between Bao Qin and Heng's brother.

I just thought that such a good sister would be missed by someone like Mei Shengjia. Even though Xue Biao was angry, he made a mistake and couldn't help but said: "If the husband you are going to marry in the future has half the temperament of Brother Heng, my brother will feel at ease."

The blush that had just faded crept up onto her cheeks like fire. Xue Baoqin's temper was like water, and he couldn't help but glare at Xue Biao, stood up and said, "Sister, go to the house to get some silver."

The little girl stood up in a hurry, without even bothering to say goodbye to her brother. She opened the door and walked away. Xue Zhu scratched his head behind him, not knowing what he said wrong.

Xue Baoqin returned all the way to her room and entered the door. The personal maid Yan'er had already come to greet her. With joy on her eyebrows, she lowered her voice and said, "Miss, I have put the book on the table."

Nodding without trace, Baoqin asked Yan'er to guard his door, entered the house, sat at the table and took out the locked box from the drawer.

Not knowing where she found the key, Baoqin unlocked the box and counted out ten banknotes from a pile of banknotes. After thinking for a while, she added two more banknotes and locked the box again and hid it in the dark.

After wrapping the twelve banknotes in a cloth bag, Baoqin hurriedly sent them to her brother, chatted for a while, and then got up and went back to the house.

After finishing her brother's work, the little girl could finally settle down. She quickly sat down at the desk in the house, pushed open the wooden window to let the moonlight into the room, supported her round chin with one hand, and opened the things Yan'er bought with the other hand.

This is a new book published by Hu Ji Bookstore. The title of the book is still "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but compared to the previous booklet. This book is a new edition that collects Mr. Yuanhe's stories from the past five years.

The owner of the bookstore was particularly considerate this time and invited someone to add illustrations to the pages of the book. Such a reprinted book can be sold for five taels of silver, and it doesn't have to be shared with Chen Heng. It is really a sure-win business.

Xue Baoqin didn't know the inside story. She just liked the imaginative stories in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and the endings where good people get good rewards.

She had the habit of reading storybooks because she was bored at home alone after her brother moved to the academy. She used to read them casually as a pastime, but since she came across Mr. Yuanhe's book and the story of the wild fox repaying its gratitude.

Who can resist spending a dozen coins to buy a copy and read it? Xue Baoqin turned around and saw a layer of the bookshelf full of pamphlets.

It is said that Mr. Yuanhe likes to wear white clothes and is not good-looking. I don't know if the person who can write such a story is a bohemian talent or a middle-aged scholar who is in dire straits.

Unfortunately, Mr. Yuanhe is different from ordinary storybook writers. He has always been a mysterious dragon that never appears in front of people. The longer it is, the more it has become a strange story in Yangzhou City.

Xue Baoqin smiled and shook her head, lowered her head and continued to read seriously.

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Chen Heng had just taken off his blue clothes when he sneezed twice. Jiang Yuanbai raised his head in shock, "Is he cold?"

It is April now, and Yangzhou is still warm and cold. Recently, many unlucky people in the academy have fallen ill.

Qian Dayou was about to get up. His mother prepared a lot of things for him.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Heng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Maybe Brother Xue is thinking about us at home."

Xin Suzhao, who was about to speak out of concern, rolled his eyes and turned away when he heard this.

It's rare that Xue Ke is not here today. They have been together for five years and talk boldly and casually. Qian Dayou rubbed against him and asked, "It's been so many years, why do you still have a problem with Brother Xue?"

Xin Suzhao raised his hand and knocked on Qian Dayou's head, smiling, "You don't understand, there is a lot of knowledge in this."

Knowledge? Jiang Yuanbai blinked and said with interest, "I just like to listen to some ignorant knowledge."

A pillow fell from the air, and Chen Heng raised his hand while crawling into the bed, "Brother Jiang, give me the pillow back quickly."

It's still three updates today, brothers don't worry. I went to study in the afternoon and took off the time. If I don't study, I can't write a good story.

How do other authors manage to write books while typing? They are really amazing! ! ! !