The Only Favourite Ugly Husband Chapter 96.2 - Come and play cards

Chapter 96.2 – Co and play cards

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“Master Jiang.” At this ti, Shen Anxin also ca over. He smiled towards Jiang Zhen and started to thank him. “Master Jiang, thank you for before. If it wasn’t for you, my reputation . . .”

Feng Chenglin said that in public. Although it had so impact on Jiang Zhen, it wasn’t big. But it would definitely make him unable to face people in the future.

“You’re welco. He was also talking about that way,” Jiang Zhen said.

“I still need to thank you, if it wasn’t for Master Jiang, I would have been miserable,” Shen Anxin said again; his gaze that fell on Jiang Zhen had even more degree of affection in it.

Zhao Jinge looked at Shen Anxin acting like this and suddenly felt that the oranges in his mouth were a bit too sour, not tasty at all. At the sa ti, he also felt a surge of panic.

Shen Anxin was really much better than him. Compared to He Qiusheng, he could at least work and earn money, and compared to Liu Qianqin and Zhao Lingxiao, his reputation was clean. But what about Shen Anxin? Shen Anxin was rich, educated, and better looking than him . . .

“In public, he can’t do anything,” Jiang Zhen said.

“But it still would make look bad.” Shen Anxin looked at Jiang Zhen and lowered his head, a blush on his face.

“If you want to be a man, don’t be so squirmy,” Jiang Zhen, after seeing this appearance of Shen Anxin, reminded him.

Although Shen Anxin’s appearance wasn’t feminine, his personality was sowhat sticky. He was different from Zhao Jinge in the end.

When Zhao Jinge’s engagent was broken, he was only twelve or thirteen years old and was not as tall as today. When Zhao Fugui took him out to work for soone, he did not hesitate to pull up his trousers and clothes to plant rice seedlings in the paddy field . . .

At that ti, there were idle n in the village who were teasing him, and boys of the sa age who said that he would never be able to marry if he showed his body to others. But didn’t he still work as usual?

Zhao Jinge always thought he should get married and when he was in trouble, he stuck to it. This Shen Anxin . . . couldn’t he be a bit tougher? If soone yelled sothing, couldn’t he scold back?

He was so weak and intent on feeling sorry for himself but still concerned about his reputation . . . It’s no wonder the Feng family didn’t take him seriously and coveted his family fortune. In fact, if he was more open-minded, not to ntion that he was a ger, even if he was a woman, no one would dare to bully him.

Jiang Zhen also knew that Shen Anxin’s character was like this, and it couldn’t be changed, but he still kindly reminded him.

Shen Anxin’s eyes reddened as he spoke. It would be nice if he was really a man, but he wasn’t; he was a ger. He tried to behave like a man before, but now he just wanted to be soone’s beloved ger. “I know . . . I will change . . .”

“Jinge, do you want to go there to observe the fishes?” When Jiang Zhen saw him like this, he beca more and more unsure of what to say to him, so he just wanted to leave quickly.

Zhao Jinge nodded in a hurry; he was eager to take Jiang Zhen away from Shen Anxin.

Jiang Zhen smiled and was about to take Zhao Jinge to the pond. But at this ti, Shen Anxin took a few steps forward and was about to pull on Jiang Zhen’s clothes. “Master Jiang, wait.”

Jiang Zhen subconsciously avoided Shen Anxin and frowned. “Young Master Shen, don’t do such misleading actions in the future. My wife will be unhappy.”

This action of Shen Anxin . . .

Any more and people would really start to think he had sothing with Shen Anxin!

Zhao Jinge should also be jealous, he might not even let sleep in the bed . . . Thinking like this, Jiang Zhen imdiately looked at Zhao Jinge.

At this ti, Zhao Jinge felt that orange in his mouth was sweet. Jiang Zhen’s words made him very happy.

As for Jiang Zhen’s worries . . . he worried too much. Zhao Jinge was now thinking that he should serve Jiang Zhen well, so Jiang Zhen wouldn’t have the strength to look for soone else.

Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge happily went to watch the fish, leaving Shen Anxin standing in the sa place, feeling sohow depressed.

When Feng Chenglin said dirty words to him earlier and Jiang Zhen stood up to him, he couldn’t restrain his heart from beating violently. He knew that he liked Jiang Zhen.

Although they were not possible, it was fine to just say a few words to Jiang Zhen . . . However, Jiang Zhen did not have him in his eyes.

Shen Anxin couldn’t say what he was feeling in his heart for a while; he felt sour and bitter.

This ti, Jiang Zhen was just here to go through the motions. He got to know so people and let so people get to know him, but he didn’t fight for that imperial rchant position.

After discovering this, those rchants beca even more enthusiastic towards him.

Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge stayed in the Zheng family house for a long ti. When they left, they didn’t go out for several days, patronizing the training of his n at ho.

These days, the capital was very lively.

Firstly, because the Ministry of Household Affairs had selected so royal rchants and, secondly, because a new thing had co out from the palace.

That new thing was called Gentlen’s Cards because the pattern of the card inside was derived from “plum, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums.”

There were many ways to play, and it was the best way to pass the ti. For a while, almost all the upper-class people in the capital were talking about it.

Zheng Yi asked the painter to draw a pair of exquisite cards, which were finished in a short ti. anwhile, the cards in the Zheng family shops also sold very well.

Sotis, the easiest thing to circulate was sothing used for playing.

For a while, almost everyone in the capital was talking about the cards. But when the Ministry of Household Affairs decided on the matter of imperial rchants, not many people paid much attention to it.

When Jiang Zhen took Zhao Jinge to a nearby shop to buy pen, ink, paper, and ink stone, he heard soone asking if there were any cards for sale in the shop.

“For now, only the shops of the Zheng family can sell the cards,” the shopkeeper who packed things that Jiang Zhen bought answered.

“So . . . ,” the man said, “there is no Zheng family shop nearby, you will need to go to a farther location.”

When Jiang Zhen took Zhao Jinge to a teahouse to listen to people telling stories . . .

The storyteller in the teahouse, who was usually rewarded by talking about books, was actually explaining how the cards could be played. He was surrounded by many people who were listening to him in rapt attention.

Even when Jiang Zhen took Zhao Jinge for dinner, there were people playing cards next to them.

Jiang Zhen: “. . .” The popularity was higher than he expected . . .

No wonder the Zheng family would specifically send him a carriage . . . Unfortunately, underneath his hands, there was not even a single person who could drive a carriage.

In ancient tis, where were the very rich and idle people? Without a doubt, they were in the capital.

It had been three hundred years since the Qi Dynasty had been established, and the number of noble sons and daughters in the capital was increasing every year. Not all of them were promising, so many of them just hung around all day long. However, they were the people who accepted the cards the fastest and popularized them in a very short period of ti. For a while, many of them stopped wandering around and stayed at ho to play cards every day.

“When we go back, let’s play cards too.” On his way back with his pen, ink, and paper, Jiang Zhen said to Zhao Jinge.

“Huh?” Zhao Jinge looked at Jiang Zhen, puzzled. Didn’t Jiang Zhen always say that those who played around would lose their ambitions, so why did he bring up playing the cards? Of course, he wasn’t very fond of it himself.

He was no match for Jiang Zhen in every way right now, and he was more willing to learn and practice Chinese characters than playing cards.

“Whoever loses at that ti will take off a piece of his clothes,” Jiang Zhen said again.

Zhao Jinge’s face suddenly turned red; he had the feeling of “so it was like this” again. Jiang Zhen looked so decent, but he was not serious! And he. . . he even yearned for it.