Zhang Han was both mentally and physically damaged. Not long after waking up, he didn't say a few words to Zhang Chun, and then fell asleep again.

In his sleep, there seemed to be a pair of hands stroking himself, with extreme gentleness, making him feel an indescribable comfort and peace of mind. This feeling seemed to have only been in his childhood.

At dawn the next day, he was awakened by the smell of food.

The neatly cut pickled white radish strips were made of neatly chopped, a small plate of green snow, a plate of fried shiny peanuts, and a few cloves and garlic. Four plates of dishes were placed on the strip, which looked very attractive. There was also a bowl of very sticky yellow millet porridge, which was steaming.

"Big 'grandma', brother is awake."

As soon as Zhang Han woke up, there was a little movement. Zhang Chun, who was lying on the head of the bed, woke up suddenly.

This time, Zhang Han was completely awake when he saw him, his eyes wide open and his eyes were bright, and he was not the semi-cool and half-awake dying state he had in the past few days.

After all, they grew up together as a child. Even if the master and servant are separated, Zhang Chun and Zhang Han have a great friendship. Seeing the young master's appearance when he stood up, Zhang Chun looked happy and almost jumped up and cheered.

For Zhang Han, thinking and sleeping well in the middle of the night also made him thoroughly sort out his current situation.

Of course, it takes time to accept the whole thing. At least for him, what he needs to do now is to accept the current reality. He is already a child of a Shanxi merchant in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. What he needs to do is to establish a firm foothold and not talk about anything else.

Zhang Han, who was bereavement and relied on his own early, was much better than ordinary people in accepting reality.

"Han'er, you're so confused. This time it's so dangerous. I'm also worried about it!"

A woman in her forties walked in from the outside, and as soon as she entered the door, she scolded Zhang Hanlai.

Her hair was a little messy, and her green satin coat on her body was also wrinkled. She seemed to be waiting on the floor outside. Zhang Han probably stroked her forehead in the middle of the night to see if there was any fever hand. It should be this woman's.

This is Zhang Han's mother, Chang. She has always been a bit tough and tough. Zhang Han subconsciously is very afraid of her.

In Zhang Han's opinion, the woman in front of her is beautiful and has outstanding temperament. It can be seen at first glance that she had studied when she was young and had a strong temperament. However, Zhang Han's father died early, and Chang became a family member of the family. Zhang Han couldn't help her. The woman was very arrogant and probably felt very bitter in her heart, which made her face many wrinkles and looked much older than her actual age.

Zhang Han remembered the hand that stroked his forehead in the middle of the night and looked at the woman in front of him. Although the other party was scolding him, if it were Zhang Han in the past, he would have been disgusted and scared, but he felt a soreness in his heart.

Only those whose parents died early can understand Zhang Han’s feelings at this time...

How many nights did I want to be taught a lesson by my mother with her ears, and when I wake up, tears wet my cheeks...

Zhang Han felt a strange feeling in his heart. The original memories and emotions in his mind were mixed with his own memories and emotions. With complex thoughts, he sat up straight and said to Zhang Chang: "Mom, I realized that I was wrong this time."

"Um?"

Chang was a little surprised. The son in front of him was smart since childhood, but his personality was quite flawed. He was too arrogant and stubborn, and he had always been a temper that was indifferent to the situation. Today, he admitted his mistakes so calmly, but in her memory, it is rare to see him remember.

"The child shouldn't be so angry and don't care about his body..."

"You can say that, and you are very pleased to be a mother, and there is no need to say much. As long as you become sensible, our Zhang family will have hopes, and we also have hopes for Yusheng."

Chang's face showed a look of relief. She sat by the bed and held Zhang Han's hand with her own hands. The mother and son were in love with each other. There was no need to say more at this moment.

While Zhang Han felt the mother-son relationship he had longed for, his heart was also shaking.

It seems that Chang's face is ugly, not purely because of his own body, but because of the business of Yusheng and the Zhang family supported by the business of the company, there are already some troubles and problems. Zhang Han used to be the boss of the shopkeeper, devoted himself to the book of sages, and was a standard nerd. He didn't know anything about the situation at home.

"Mom, how is the business company going recently? Is it enough at home?"

Chang gave a slight sign and looked at Zhang Han up and down.

Zhang Han's face was as usual, only showing a concerned expression.

"You keep it first," Chang said lightly: "No matter what the business name or the home is, it will not shorten your food, clothing and food."

"Well, what I'm saying..." Zhang Han responded first, and then said: "After this, my son felt that he was too confused before and wanted to go to the shop to do things outside. There is no adult man at home, so his son should go to the door and set up a house. He should ask the situation at home clearly."

Chang showed a look of surprise on his face, and looked at Zhang Han carefully, and finally nodded, "I didn't expect that after you became seriously ill, I'm really much more sensible."

She thought about it and knew that the matter at hand would be handed over to her son sooner or later. Zhang Han was just a nerd in the past, but now it seems that she might as well find out more about her son slowly, so that she could help her top leader.

After making up his mind, Chang thought, "We and Yusheng said that they were selling groceries, tea, oil, paper, cotton, and southern goods. They sold everything, but in fact they were mainly grain. In the past two years, the weather has gradually become worse. In Shanxi, Shaanxi, Zhili, and other areas have been underpaid for the past two years, and some prefectures and counties have almost lost money. Once the grain is small, the price is getting higher. Our grain is mainly sold to those Tartars, but they do not recognize that we have reduced production here, so they still buy it at a low price. After going back and forth, the profits have become much weaker. In the past two years, we and Yusheng have suffered a lot of losses."

"Suffering from a loss" actually means losing money and losing money.

Zhang Han frowned when he heard this. He originally looked at the decorations of the room, the area of ​​the courtyard, and the Zhang family with more than a dozen servants, and he was a famous minister. He must have a solid foundation, but unexpectedly, the business of this business was losing money.

"The shop was founded by your grandfather. He brought less than 5,000 taels of silver from Puzhou at that time, and it was considered to be a family that was separated from there. Over the past few decades, our cellar had more than 20,000 silver, shops and inventory were worth 11,000 yuan, and there were nearly 10,000 acres of land in Tianchengwei, worth 3,000 taels. The other utensils, mules, horses, vehicles, and our yard were not worth 2,000 yuan in total. In recent years, we have already paid about 3,000 yuan, and the compensation is not much, but if we pay this, we will only close the door and close the business..." Chang looked ashamed and finally said, "I am a woman and I wanted to keep my ancestral property, but I couldn't keep it... If Han'er, you can keep this family business and explain it to your grandfather and father in the future!"

Zhang Han put on his cotton shoes, lifted up the thick cotton curtain, and walked out of the warm room.

Zhang Chun had been waiting outside with a big sweater. When he saw Zhang Han coming out, he hurried over to put it on for the young master.

Zhang Han's illness has been cured, and he has moved from the cold study room to the east house with a fire pit to live in... The weather in this era is so cold that future generations can't imagine. Not to mention the extremely cold weather with an average of minus 30 degrees Celsius, there is still heavy snow after a few days. Zhang Han recovered from illness for a total of five or six days, and two heavy snowfalls were connected. Although the snow in the yard has been swept away, the roof is still covered with snow. Looking around, there is snow everywhere wherever you look.

Zhang Han looked at the situation in front of him, shook his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "This is the beginning of the Little Ice Age, right?"

Although Zhang Han was a businessman who fought all the way from the bottom, he had already passed away two years ago and read some books on politics, economy and history every day. Others are very smart and cannot be remembered without any thoughts. He can still remember some important things.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were constant famines in the world, which was the so-called Little Ice Age, which lasted for about seventy years. From Wanli to Tianqi and then to Chongzhen, it happened that after Shunzhi, the Little Ice Age ended, and South American crops entered China, causing the Qing Tartars to have a great fortune, and with poor rule, they also created a "Kangxi and Qianlong prosperous era".

A few days ago, Zhang Han understood what the food price rose sharply and famines were everywhere.

Perhaps others will expect the change of time and the price of grain will fall in two years, but Zhang Han knows that it is impossible.

Grain prices will only rise again and again, and there is no possibility of falling. Perhaps there will be fine adjustments in small areas, but most places are getting worse every year.

Chang said that she was useless and the woman could not keep the business. Zhang Han knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with his mother. Under the general trend, even if the old man Zhang Yun was reborn, he would still have to pay.

Those who do not lose money are the bigwigs who monopolize grain purchases and can control the price of grain.

Zhang Han lamented and muttered again: "If you do business, you have to monopolize it, otherwise you can only eat the cakes that fall from others. Whether you can eat them depends on their expression and mood."

If Grand Master Zhang Yun is here, he would probably have to give him a thumbs up to his good grandson... Zhang Han muttered this to the point where he really reached the point!

Unfortunately, there was only Zhang Chun with panda eyes in front of him. He was so charming that he was so charming that he could see the blind man.

Zhang Han looked at his companion and comforted him: "Zhang Chun, I punched you in a daze that day, don't hold a grudge."

It's funny to say that it's the only one who hits people when he reaches out to hit someone if he reaches out.

"What did I say, why did I do?" Zhang Chun shrank his neck, still a little scared.

Speaking of which, Zhang Han has given him a different feeling these days. Zhang Chun is a little nervous about Zhang Han.

"Don't call my brother. I'm going to work in the business. Brother is so short that it sounds unreasonable."

"Zhong, then I'll call you a young boss."
Chapter completed!