The final exam for Xieying Girls School is only once a year, and the days are set at the end of the year, which is the middle of the twelfth lunar month every year. In addition to the unified organized exams, it also depends on the practical achievements accumulated by each student in this year. These will directly determine the graduation results. Fortunately, the twelfth lunar month is still far from now on, and the summer vacation can be directly on without the final exam. This kind of good day is even more daring to think of.

In early June, the students of Xieying Girls' School finally ushered in a long summer vacation of more than two months. They no longer have to get up early and take the bus to study. It is great to sleep until they wake up naturally every day.

But Tang Xiaoxiao's June is not leisurely: Kyoto's Jianshan Street is about to be renovated, and the Tang family's cloth shop has to be closed. The curtain business is temporarily merged with Shanniang's wooden shop, which is mainly managed by Shanniang; the white thousand-layer tree oil that Xiaoxiao and grandmother "developed" together has been obtained, but the effect is not satisfactory. It seems that in the absence of professional knowledge, many things cannot be taken for granted. Xiaoxiao had to convey the characteristics, taste and efficacy of the white thousand-layer tree oil in his memory to the distiller in Fujian in detail, in order to obtain better improvements...

Another important thing is the rose banquet of the Wen family: almost every other day, Xiaoxiao has to meet with the Wen family, either Xiaoxiao goes to the Wen family or the Wen family comes to the Tang family. The carriage specially sent by the Wen family is parked at the Tang family almost every day, waiting for Xiaoxiao, the banquet designer, once needed, will travel between the Wen family and the Tang family as fast as possible.

"Do you still have to go to the Wen family today?" Tang Qifan came to the yard after breakfast and teased the goldfish in the lotus tank.

Xiaoxiao sat by the fence under the corridor, slapping a small palm-leaf fan: "It's less than ten days away from the rose banquet, and everything you need to prepare is almost done. It's rare that I've been idle these few days, but it's so hot."

After dinner, Shan Niang rushed to the wooden shop. At this time, only father and daughter were left at home. Qifan sighed, "The family is more busy than the other."

"Dad is rare to have some leisure time today. It's time to accompany my mother to go shopping with her shop."

Qi Fan smiled, but answered the question irrelevantly: "I saw the street lights donated by the Wen family on Nanpu Street two days ago. I had a good idea, but I just didn't understand why I chose Nanpu Street? It's said that the location of Jianshan Street is better."

Xiaoxiao didn't understand this: "It is said that the street was set up by the government. The Wen family originally wanted to set up it on Jianshan Street, but the government did not adopt it. Sure enough, Jianshan Street will be rebuilt these days."

Qifan didn't respond for a moment, and sat next to the stone table in the yard, shaking the folding fan and distracted.

Xiaoxiao also walked from the corridor to the yard and sat on the stone bench next to his father: "Did Daddy want to see the cloth shop on the street?"

"All the shops on that street were taken away by the government, but they made up for each one."

Xiaoxiao also thought about it: "What is the purpose of Jianshan Street? Will the original shops be overturned and rebuilt?"

"Fengxiao Lane is also expanding the road recently. Maybe it is to be connected to Jianshan Street. It seems that the government will use great use this time," Qifan analyzed, and he attached great importance to this matter when he heard the tone. "Xiaoxiao, what did the government say when he rejected the Wen family?"

Xiaoxiao carefully recalled the scene when Wen Jiaxiang held a regular meeting: "It seems that the government did not strongly refuse, but said that the style of the street lights must be completely determined by the government, and it may not be built this year. The Wen family was eager to see the effect of light box advertisements in this summer night market, so they asked the government to re-designate a street."

Early in the morning, cicadas crowed in the yard, and the girl brought fresh flower tea. Xiaoxiao waved her hand and asked the girl to go down, and poured tea for her father and herself in a glass pot. The red plum blossomed in the water, turning the tea into a beautiful and transparent water-pink. After slowly pouring it into the cup, Xiaoxiao picked up a few green mint leaves from the small plate and decorated it on the tea noodles.

Qifan looked at the cup of pleasing flower tea in front of him. When he saw that his daughter had no rock sugar or honey just now, she only added a few mint leaves, which suited her taste, she smiled slightly: "Xiaoxiao thinks what kind of reconstruction is going to be done this time in Jianshan Street?"

Xiaoxiao really didn't think about this issue. He carefully recalled the location of Jianshan Street in the Kyoto map and the location of Fengxiao Lane that his father mentioned just now. These two streets were not opposite, and there was an old city area between them.

Xiaoxiao took a sip of tea and felt that his eyes were smoked by mint: "If the old house was demolished and the two streets were completely opened, it would be a big project, especially Fengxiao Lane, which was narrow and long, and there were many officials living in it. Would these people be driven away?"

Qifan drank mint tea, and his eyes became cold: "I haven't heard of the wind at Fengxiao Lane yet, but your uncle said that the emperor gave a group of ministers a new house, and most of these people lived in Fengxiao Lane."

"Fengxiao Lane is very close to the palace. Could it be that the emperor wants to build a way out of the palace for himself?" Xiaoxiao said bluntly, thinking that many modern cities will have the most decent Yingbin Avenue, "But, don't we already have a Zhengyang Street in Kyoto? It's the avenue that is heading towards the palace."

"That was built by the old emperor, and it was only used as a ceremonial guard." Qifan remembered the poor Zhengyang Street. Apart from the time he ascended the throne, Emperor Jin never came to the street for blessings. "The emperor doesn't seem to like it very much."

"In other words, this time the emperor wants to design a street for patrol according to his own ideas?" Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that the emperor of this dynasty was very cute.

"From the degree of confidentiality of this matter, maybe that's true."

"Since the emperor has denied Zhengyang Street, he doesn't like the face-saving project that is simply a ceremonial show. This new street may retain some customs and customs." Xiaoxiao added a piece of rock candy to his cup.

"Your heart is unpredictable," Qifan looked at the yellow green bamboo and plum blossoms on the plum trees in the yard. "I am not the only merchants who can think of this step, but many people are asking about this trick."

“Excellent opportunity, no one wants to miss it.”

"The people in the Chamber of Commerce also value this matter very much and are speculating whether this street will retain shops." Qifan picked a plum and smiled faintly.

"It seems that my dad is confident about this."

"Smile and tell me?"

Tang Qifan was already in his heart, but Xiaoxiao couldn't think of a specific plan for a moment: "My daughter only thinks that no matter whether she builds her own shop or not, she must first participate in it. Just like the Wen family's light box advertisement, although she does not sell things directly, it still has effect."

Qifan nodded slightly: "The government did not directly refuse the Wen family's donation of lights on Jianshan Street... If you find the right way, it will not be difficult to participate in it."

Xiaoxiao secretly admired his father. His focus was not on small shops, but on the overall development of the Tang family's business: "What are your father planning to donate to Jianshan Street?"

"These are the government's own business," Qifan smiled and took a sip of tea. To be precise, the government also listened to the emperor, so they should do the things that they figured out the holy will.

"Anyway, if you want to donate, donate some of the necessary things on the street, street lights, archways, flowers and trees, these are all." Xiaoxiao was still considering this matter according to his own ideas.

Qifan gently tapped his daughter's head with a folding fan: "Donate building."

"Um?"

"Donate a silver for Jianshan Street construction, and they can use it wherever they like it." Qifan opened the folding fan, and painted a few dark green cold bamboos on it. "What's the reason? I just think it's my love for Gan Tang in this street."

Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that he was a very simple thing but he didn't expect: "Dad has a way! If they collect the money, they have to leave some shadow of the Tang family in the newly built streets, so that they can't let others donate money in vain."

Qifan poured the remaining tea from the two cups under the tree and poured it again.

After the tea is completely cold, it cools into the spleen and does not rush to the forehead as hot as before, and the stimulating coolness smothers the eyes.

Xiaoxiao added some honey to the two of them, and herbal tea and honey were very delicious.

I heard my father say, "I always feel that Xiaoxiao has something to ask me these days."

Xiaoxiao was stunned, surprised by his father's sensitivity. Indeed, since his father came back, he had many things to ask him, and there were some other things besides Yun Yi.

Since the other party had noticed it, Xiaoxiao decided to open his heart. Yun Yi's matter was temporarily over, Xiaoxiao stopped asking. Besides, it was not appropriate to ask the matter if it was raised by his daughter.

After pursing his temples, he asked what he wanted to ask the most: "How is the nearly 1,000 acres of poppy now?"

Qifan laughed out loud: "I never thought that Xiaoxiao was always worried about this."

"I heard from my mother that poppy is a very harmful thing." Xiaoxiao said seriously.

Qifan looked at his daughter and looked at her with admiration. At a young age, he had already gotten rid of the profit-seeking of small businesses. It was really rare.

“Those poppy have been resolved.”

“How to solve it?”

Qifan smiled and sighed: "Our family bought it from your fourth uncle and used it twice the price."

Xiaoxiao once heard Shan Niang say a few words that the fourth uncle has always refused to sell poppy fields and does not care about the harm of poppy. People who have never seen the toxicity of poppy are just three parts poisonous. □□ are also poisonous, so why are there still people buying and selling?

"What if I don't go to another place to continue to cultivate poppy planting?" Xiaoxiao was still a little worried.

"Since I bought it at a price that is twice as expensive, I have already established a monopoly rule. He can't plant another poppy within ten years." Qifan's voice was unquestionable. "Besides, according to your uncle, there are already people in the Yunnan-Burma area, and officials there have made suggestions to the court. Maybe within three years, the planting of poppy will be banned in the Central Plains."

Unexpectedly, this matter was solved.

Xiaoxiao looked at his father: "Dad has destroyed all the thousand acres of poppy fields?"

"It's all turned out and burned out." Qifan said lightly.

My dad is so handsome when he sells cigarettes in Kyoto.

"What are you going to plant the remaining land?" What is the right place to plant nearly a thousand acres of land? Xiaoxiao gave my father advice: "Potatoes? Sweet potatoes? Crude?"

Qifan smiled and shook his head: "In order to grow poppy better, those fields have been specially treated, and it is not suitable to plant other crops. Even if they are barely planted, there will be no bumper harvest."

Xiaoxiao frowned, and he smashed thousands of acres of land into his hands?!

"The exhibition hall of the Jiyuan Garden gave me some inspiration." Qifan looked at his daughter, "If the entire silk weaving businessmen gathered here to set up the exhibition hall, it would be fine."

Xiaoxiao endured it, but still couldn't help but be shocked. My father was so far-sighted. The large-scale concentrated exhibition hall was simply the commercial exhibition model of the 21st century!

"Business travelers from other places come to Kyoto and can go directly to see the exhibition hall and discuss business." Qifan looked at his daughter, but did not seem to have planned to talk in depth. "This is just a preliminary idea. I haven't talked with the merchants yet. I don't know if they are willing to cooperate."

Yes, although the idea is good, many businesses hope to bring merchants to their homes. They are all in the same journey, and there will be comparisons when they are gathered together, and there may be conflicts.

"Xiaoxiaoruo has a good idea, tell me anytime."

Xiaoxiao nodded, looked at his father, and suddenly said, "Those poppy flowers are so beautiful, they are burned out? Dad, your daughter is from a flower shop! The flowers are not poisonous, they can be sold completely!"

Qifan was stunned: "So, the business was still a loss."
Chapter completed!