Chapter 35 is in full swing (please vote for me) "Master, Brother Black is here!"
Xiaoli's cheerful voice sounded outside the tent, followed closely by Xiaoba's voice: "Who is talking? If you are brave, give me a foot of red!"
He Ran got up, washed up, and wiped Xiao Ba's hair with a wet handkerchief. Xiao Li brought breakfast in, and He Ran called Heitu in.
"Why are you here so early? Have you had breakfast?" He Ran asked with a smile.
Heitu smiled naively: "It's not useful yet. No, there's a letter from Shanxi. Grandma sent it to the capital overnight. My ancestors, no, the boss, please take a look."
He Ran asked him to sit down and eat together. She picked up the letter, tore off the wax paint, unfolded the letter and read it.
There are three Jinghong Towers in Shanxi, and they are now managed by Xiaokui's three adopted daughters. This letter comes from Jinghong Tower in Xinzhou, and the writer is Ye Ping, Xiaokui's eldest daughter.
Ye Ping said in the letter that the King of Jin had recently mobilized guards from Linyang and Yezhou to Yuzhou and Xinzhou five times to reclaim wasteland, turn troops into farmers, and become self-sufficient.
Because the troops were mobilized in five times, each time with a small number, it was not obvious. However, according to the accurate figures collected by Jinghong Tower, the additional troops in Yuzhou had reached [-], while in Xinzhou, the number was [-].
Heitu explained: "The headmaster asked to pay attention to Prince Jin's movements, so my grandma notified Sister Ping. Sister Ping sent this letter to Zhending yesterday. My grandma didn't dare to delay, so she rushed to the capital to deliver it."
He Ran nodded and lit the letter with a fire fold. Looking at the letter that turned into ashes, He Ran said to Xiaoli: "Go and prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Xiaoli went out in response, and He Ran immersed herself in eating. Heitu also picked up a steamed bun and ate it with He Ran.
This house was prepared for her by Li Jinxiu. The courtyard the young couple entered was a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle. When they went out, they saw a lively market with all kinds of small shops and stalls, and there were endless fireworks in the world.
In the past, He Ran liked places like this, where it was convenient to do anything and not attract anyone's attention.
The yard is not big, and although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. In addition to Xiaoli, who lives in with He Ran, there are four servants. He Ran takes a look and knows that they are all from the Lian family.
After breakfast, He Ran walked out of the house. The servants were busy in the yard. Some were watering the flowers, some were feeding the fish, and some were cleaning the yard.
Seeing He Ran, they stopped what they were doing and saluted one after another. He Ran smiled, nodded, and walked into the study.
Xiaoli was ready. He Ran took a look at it and said, "There is too little paper. Get more."
Xiaoli was puzzled, but she still added a knife of paper. He Ran smiled, this was too much.
However, it doesn't matter.
She polished her pen and wrote five words on the first piece of paper: Restart Jinghong Tower
Below these five words is her signature.
When she was about to write down a piece of writing, He Ran suddenly remembered something important. She didn't even know how many Jinghong Towers there were now.
Those in the north can just ask about black soil, but in the south, not even Zuo Xiaoai and Li Jinxiu know about black soil.
Forget it, let’s write ten first.
"Xiao Li, you must know how to write. Just write ten sheets like this and I will sign them after you finish."
Ten pieces of paper were put into ten brocade bags and handed into Kurotsuchi's said solemnly: "The master has an order, send it out quickly!"
The first person to receive the brochure was Li Jinxiu. When she saw the familiar signature, she stood up immediately and her heart surged.
Restarting Jinghong Tower, she finally waited for this day while she was still alive.
"Come here, pack your things, I want to go back home!"
In Zhending Mansion, Zuo Xiaoai was watching those good-looking young people writing and competing poems in front of Jinghong Tower. Baiyun ran over and said in a low voice: "Grandma, the master has an order!"
Zuo Xiaoai took out the piece of paper from the kit and suddenly burst into laughter. The scholars who were fighting poems turned to look at her. Zuo Xiaoai waved to them: "You continue, you continue!"
She leaned close to Bai Yun's ear: "Go and wake up all our nails. Haha, use them all before they are rusty."
In Shunde Mansion, Xiao Kui put down the cat in her hand and took the brocade bag handed over by the maid. Her reaction was completely opposite to Zuo Xiao Ai's. She burst into tears. The maids were frightened: "Ancestor, you What's going on? Just tell me if you have anything to say, but don't break your body from crying. If my aunts knew about it, they would be so distressed!"
"Shut up. If anyone dares to call me ancestor in the future, I will sew their mouth shut! Go and call all the fourth and fifth mothers over. We are going to open for business!"
There is also a Jinghong Tower in Baoding Prefecture. The hawker Lao Yang is 40 years old this year. For as long as he can remember, he would pass by Jinghong Tower every morning when he followed his father to carry a load to deliver goods.
His father told him: "When dad has money, he will support you to study. At that time, you can go to Jinghong Tower to read like these scholars."
Later, his father really sent him to study, but he was not good at studying. After knowing a few words, he inherited his father's burden and started a small business.
Now, when he and his son passed by Jinghong Tower, he said to his son: "You kid, try to be brave and read more books. At that time, I will buy you a suit of cocoon silk clothes and let you come." Reading in Jinghong Tower."
The son blinked and looked curiously at the scholars coming out of Jinghong Tower. He knew that this was where scholars came, and many high officials studied here.
"Hey, daddy, look, Jinghong Tower is setting off firecrackers!"
Lao Yang looked over, and sure enough, a middle-aged man wearing a cocoon silk trousers was instructing the waiters to hang a large string of long firecrackers on the bamboo poles. It was not a New Year or a festival, so why were they setting off firecrackers? But children love to see firecrackers set off the most, not to mention the waiter carrying two large baskets of copper coins. Is this to give away wedding money?
Lao Yang still had to look at the burden, but his son had already ran over happily. Firecrackers crackled and red flakes and copper coins flew together.
"Shopkeeper, is there anyone who studied in Jinghong Tower who has become a high official?"
"Shopkeeper, is your boss happy?"
The gentle shopkeeper bowed his hands to everyone: "Today we reopened Jinghong Tower!"
Reopening? Isn’t Jinghong Tower open every day?
The people onlookers didn't understand, but it didn't matter when it opened, but it didn't matter when it opened. Isn't it okay for people to find a way to communicate with their neighbors?
Firecrackers were also set off at Jinghong Tower in the capital. Zhong Yi stood in civilian clothes among the people watching. Several waiters came out carrying copper coins and sprinkled them on the ground. The children laughed and scrambled for the coins. Zhong Yi shook his head with a smile. Shaking his head, he turned around and his eyes fell on a young man.
The young man wore bright red arrow sleeves, his black hair was tied up high, and there were tassels of beads hanging on each side of his temples, which made his appearance even more beautiful and flawless. He stood in the morning sunshine, with a smile on his face and a high-spirited look. It is as dazzling as the scorching sun.
(End of this chapter)