Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times - Chapter 77
Liu Fang was stunned when he heard that someone was throwing money to coax Jing Xingzhi.
Who was Jing Xingzhi?
Liu Fang once thought Jing Xingzhi was a rich second generation, but when Liu Fang was worth millions, he found that Jing Xingzhi was far beyond being described as just a rich second generation. So, “a trust fund baby” became the term that defined Jing Xingzhi’s background.
But until he saw Jing Xingzhi show off his unscientific soul skills with his own eyes, Liu Fang knew that the word “trust fund” was not sufficient to describe his capabilities.
Jing Xingzhi used to have a very good life, but his background was completely different from that of thousands of others. This difference was not only because the Jing family was rich, but also because of the uniqueness of the Jing family. The children of the Jing family were born with the ability to master earth-shaking skills. Money, possessions, and power that countless people in the world strived for were nothing to him.
But now, someone was throwing money at Jing Xingzhi?
Wasn’t this too much of an insult?
Too much! Liu Fang thought this was too much!
However, Jing Xingzhi’s “sad looks” was definitely just to tease him.
Liu Fang not only understood it, he had even mastered the skill of “returning teasing.”
Liu Fang smiled inwardly, frowned on his face, and said, “Oh,” asking, “Someone actually threw money at you? Let me see how much it is.”
Jing Xingzhi looked at Xiao Fangfang’s outstretched hand, slightly startled.
Shouldn’t he be super angry?
‘Xiao Fangfang, you have changed.’
Liu Fang took a look at the money order and narrowed his eyes. “One hundred thousand taels?”
Jing Xingzhi nodded. “Yes, it’s only one hundred thousand taels, and it’s just silver!” He looked matter-of-factly.
Liu Fang looked at Jing Xingzhi’s serious and disgusted look and suddenly thought of the person who sent the money, feeling a pity in his heart. Giving one hundred thousand taels to a young scholar in the county must have been an attempt to buy him off.
But if the other party met Jing Xingzhi, and knew that a hundred thousand taels of money order was disliked like this, would he be angry to death?
Thinking of this, Liu Fang couldn’t help laughing.
Jing Xingzhi glanced at him and continued his performance. “I, Jing Xingzhi, only eat the wife’s soft foods, how can I need such a thing as money!”
After Jing Xingzhi finished his performance, he still wanted Liu Fang’s cooperation and praise. Liu Fang’s face was serious so he said, “Don’t laugh, they are not only looking down on me, but also looking down on you!”
Liu Fang gently raised his hand and patted Jing Xingzhi’s hand, saying, “Don’t make trouble, let me laugh. My stomach hurts.”
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After the couple made a fuss, half of the money in Ning Haibo’s private treasury was finally returned to the “transit station” Fang Qichen by Wang Zhuang.
Fang Qichen looked at the money order, blew his beard, and glared. “Who are you going to buy with the money? Ning Haibo, this smelly guy!”
Fang Qichen waved his hand and ordered angrily, “Xiao Wang, go and get the painting from Taibai Tower in my study. I’ll give it to Ning Haibo so that reckless man can learn more about it.”
Wang Zhuang asked, “Is it the one with ‘confidence’ written on it?”
“Well, if I could meet Ning Haibo this time. I will ask him about it, and ask him to take a good look at what kind of treasure he has lost!” Fang Qichen looked at the money order and felt very angry.
Silver? Could his disciple be short of money?
What the children lacked was the love of their parents.
Because Ning Haibo was still fighting when the young disciple was thrown away, Fang Qichen still had some expectations for Ning Haibo. The old man thought it was already very rare to have a biological mother who didn’t care about her child. But how could he still meet a biological father who didn’t care about the child?
Hey! As a result, they finally knew each other. But the father did not show up, and there was no explanation. The first letter was ignored, and the second letter only asked his young disciple to be patient and obedient, and to forgive Wu Shuangxi, who had repeatedly harmed his young disciple. The only compensation was this money order.
Gee, that was so ridiculous.
Fang Qichen thought to himself that Ning Haibo, the little bastard, would regret it sooner or later.
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After receiving Fang Qichen’s reply and the returned money order, Ning Haibo, who had yet to take off his armor, held the money order with two fingers, fearing the dust and sweat would stick to it.
He raised his eyebrows and asked the subordinate who had sent the letter and inquired about Jing Xingzhi, with a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, “Why doesn’t he want it?”
One hundred thousand taels of silver were definitely enough for a person with an average quality of life to live a comfortable life. And if Jing Xingzhi accepted this money, he would be able to live comfortably in Hanbei Prefecture, let alone Huanshui County.
The key point was Ning Haibo felt that he was giving away the one hundred thousand taels of silver for free, and he indeed owed this to the child. But why? The child didn’t want it?
If it were Ning Yongyuan, he would be overjoyed with only ten thousand taels. They were both the same age, but they had completely different preferences.
“Young Master Jing is a disciple of Mr. Fang. He is an upright man with noble conduct. He may not like money very much…” the subordinate said without confidence. Who didn’t like silver? If people didn’t like money, they definitely didn’t like people who give money to them.
The beard on Ning Haibo’s mouth moved, and he put the money order and letters aside. He raised his head and motioned for his servants to take off his armor, and said, “Tell me about him, tell me everything since he was little.”
“Young Master Jing… He was adopted by a farming family and raised as their own child. However, at a young age, he experienced the death of his father and then his mother. Young Master Jing’s brother and sister-in-law were unkind and only gave him the old house when they separated. He relies on his wife to support his studies.”
Ning Haibo asked dissatisfiedly, “Is this wife worthy of my son? How can a wife from a rural area be worthy of him?” In Ning Haibo’s heart, he wanted to wait for the war to end and take his biological child home to educate him.
Unexpectedly, Ning Haibo was very dissatisfied with the result, and a wife suddenly appeared.
The subordinate said fearfully, “It’s done, it’s done…, not only there is a ceremony, but there is also a child.”
“They already have children. Let’s take them back to the house in the future,” Ning Haibo frowned, thinking for the sake of his grandson, that country wife could also be taken in. He couldn’t let the grandson lose his mother at such a young age.
The servants helped Ning Haibo take off his armor and put on a long gown. Ning Haibo then sat down and said, “Tell me, how did he become Fang Qichen’s disciple?”
Ning Haibo was very interested, and his subordinates could only cooperate and tell all the events that Jing Xingzhi experienced.
The more Ning Haibo listened, the happier he became.
Talent? He could be a scholar at the age of thirteen! He was indeed his son; he was very capable.
His character? Proper and measured, like a gentleman’s jade, not bad, not bad.
The power of adaptability? He was calm in chaos and showed his wisdom in times of chaos. He was a smart and resourceful person.
The more Ning Haibo listened, the more satisfied he became with Jing Xingzhi, but more and more things seemed wrong in his heart. However, he forcibly concealed his emotions.