Cen Dazhuang was in charge of affairs, with a single name Huanzi, and was the person in charge of Wang Qiulou.

  If placed in an ordinary wine house, it would be the shopkeeper. However, the steward is not just in charge of one cabinet, but all the big and small things in this building. A common term used by officials and merchants has been learned by others.

  "Mo Ge, lend me your auspicious words, I'm waiting for the matchmaker to come and propose a marriage." Cen Da Zhu Shi lost his wife three years ago and has not remarried yet. His eldest daughter, Lai, takes care of household chores.

  Cen Huan had two concubines, but he was deeply in love with his wife and doted on their son and daughter. It is said that he did not allow his concubines to bear children, so as not to divide the property he would leave for his son and daughter.

  In this world, there are fathers like Lao Ye who are muddle-headed, and also those as strict as Cen Huan.

  Mozzie couldn't help but laugh and said, "Well, in that case, I'll have to drink a cup of wedding wine."

  Cen Huan burst out laughing and said "good" three times in a row.

  "Mo Ge, are you here for the account book today?" After joking around, Xun Xuan asked seriously.

  Wang Qiulou was just an ordinary wine house when it was secretly set up by Qiu San Niang. A few months ago, the renovated backyard garden was also opened to the public and added the element of beauties, which was naturally Mo Zi's idea.

  However, Mozi was also forced and helpless. Because the business of Wang Qiulou had always been poor, Qiu San Niang planned to change it into a brothel. At that time, Mozi's mind emerged with a picture of Qiu San Niang as a madam forcing good people into prostitution, which was really unacceptable for her to follow such a master, so she contributed the concept of employment originating from geisha but more free.

  Geishas, don't just look at Japan and Korea touting them as their culture, they actually originated from China.

  Mozzie didn't expect that Jiuyi San Niang could make Wang Qiulou the pioneer of geisha culture in this time and space, but what she couldn't stand was others saying that they had created something that they had actually learned from someone else. In a more modest tone, she wouldn't have been so disgusted.

  Mozi told Qiū Sān Niáng that when he referred to a beauty as Gě Qiū, it has now been passed down and is much more beautiful than the term Jiǎo Jī.

  "I'm just here to eat today." Mozi didn't look at the menu, she only had a few coins in her purse. "A bowl of Yangchun noodles." She put down five copper plates.

  "Mo Ge, you're hitting me in the face!" Cen Huan pulled the wind chime. "Not to mention anything else, just your handmade wind chimes have helped a lot in our building, and others can't even learn how to make them."

  "Uncle Cen, one thing at a time. Besides, you and I are both doing things for the young lady, so we should understand that brothers have to settle accounts. Let me eat my noodles first, and while eating, let's take care of the young lady's business. When we get back, please ask the young lady to return me five copper coins. You have to be a witness, but don't charge extra." Mozi heard the music start and turned his head to see the young lady on stage waving her water sleeves.

  Cen Huan was smiling, just about to speak, when someone knocked on the door and came in.

  "Uncle Cen." It was Zhao Liang, who had previously led Mozi on her way.

  "Want to call a young fellow, how did you bring him here?" Cen Huan stroked his beard, "Well, I'll introduce you. This is Mo Ge, our boss's right-hand man. If you want to make a name for yourself quickly, just show off your extraordinary skills in front of Mo Ge."

  "Ha! Don't listen to your family's big shot, Zhao. Behave well in front of me? You'd better go flatter him and use some tricks on him. I'm just a small servant running errands for the master."

  "Zhao didn't ask to stand out, he just hoped that his wife and daughter wouldn't have to suffer from cold and hunger again, and have a roof over their heads. He was willing to work hard for the landlord like a horse or a dog." Zhao's words were elegant and sincere, revealing his helplessness.

  "Listening to Zhao's words, it seems like he is a scholar?" Mozi asked this question, but looked at Xie Huan, waiting for him to introduce.

  Cen Huan was indeed able to read between the lines, and replied, "Zhao is a scholar who has failed the imperial examination three times. His family is so poor that they can't even afford food, and he had no choice but to come out and make a living. I think he's young, but not weak, and he writes well, and is also quite clever, so I hired him to take care of some miscellaneous tasks in the inner hall. He learns quickly and is able to lend a hand."

  "Indeed clever. Otherwise, how would he know I'm the master's person as soon as I enter the inner hall?" Mozi smiled kindly.

  "I saw the jade pendant hanging from Mo Ge's waist, it was the same one that Da Zhang Shi showed me." Zhao Liang replied cautiously.

  He was a scholar, but he didn't have the usual self-righteousness of scholars, or maybe that kind of self-righteousness had been worn away by his hardships. As for the jade plaque he mentioned, it was indeed the jade plaque from the Qiu Mansion. This jade plaque was specially made by Qiu San Niang, with cloud and water flower patterns on it, subtly containing her maiden name, which was also a symbol of her business.

  "That's also a good memory." Cen Huan praised Mo Zi for his own men, "I just let him take a look at it once."

  Mei Zi also said: "In the past, I took out the jade token in front of someone and shook it, but he didn't understand what it meant. He thought I was a beggar who had sneaked in from somewhere and wanted to have the guards chase me away."

  Cen Huan burst out laughing again, "Zhao Liang, Mo Ge said exactly what I think of my eldest brother. That guy has a tall stature but not a brain to match, far inferior to the second brother in terms of ability."

  "But, Mo Ge, you can't blame me entirely for wearing that patched shirt that day either."

  "I just said that. Your eldest son is quite skilled in martial arts, and without him, the Wang Autumn Building wouldn't be able to keep things under control. However, from now on, it's still best not to let him take charge of internal affairs, he scared off a whole bunch of refined people." Mo Zi leaned back against his chair, laughing loudly.

  "Mo Ge is right. Last time, he scared you and I punished him by making him sweep leaves in the garden. As a result, he was clumsy and scared several new Ge Qiu. It got me scolded harshly by Qin Gu, my old face almost didn't hold up." Xian Huan shook her head repeatedly, "That kid is just being taught to be wild by his master."

  Qin Gu is the housekeeper invited by Qiu San Niang to manage the Ge Qiu family, who plays a good zither and was also Qiu San Niang's teacher.

  "Uncle Cen, you wouldn't even give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles to eat, would you?" Just as he was speaking, another half hour passed.

  "Look at me, I really forgot." Xun Huan patted her forehead and said to Zhao Liang, "Zhao Zhangshi, trouble you to ask the kitchen for a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

  "Yes." Zhao Liang went down.

  Cen Huan saw Mo Zi staring at the closed door with a thoughtful expression and said, "But like me, do you think it's a pity?"

  "I see that he is elegant and courteous in his speech, and I also hear that he is intelligent. Why did he fail the exam three times? Is the imperial examination really that difficult? The college entrance examination is also a decade of hard work, with many things to memorize and recite. Can it be that it's not as difficult as the eight-legged essay?" Mu Zi was somewhat incredulous.

  "I also found it strange at first. Later, his wife and two children moved into the garden, and only then did I hear her say that Zhao Liang was fine when reading books, but as soon as he entered the examination hall, he became incoherent, and the articles he wrote were like those of two different people. He took the exam three times, selling all the valuable things at home to make up for the expenses, making it impossible for the whole family to survive, before finally giving up." Xun Huan said it was a pity.

  "It was just stage fright. Doing things well and being able to support the family, who knows, maybe he'll see more of the world and gradually cure this problem." Mozi smiled faintly, "You should encourage him to try again, don't give up on studying. Maybe next time he'll pass the exam and become a top scholar, and our Wanhua Building will gain some prestige too."

  Cen Huan's eyes lit up and he hastily said: "That makes sense, that makes sense."

  Before long, someone came forward with a tray, and it was none other than Zhao himself who was carrying it.

  After thanking him, Mozi asked: "Uncle Xian, is your second son at home? If he is, would you please ask him to come over and see me?" He wanted to have a chat with someone.

  "I've been in the accounting room all day. I told him to come back in a while, so you can have a good meal." Xie Huan said, and then took Zhao Liang out and closed the door.

  The computer had a problem and is being repaired. Due to business travel, the missing chapter will be supplemented afterwards.