It's dinner time, the old lady will leave them both in her yard to eat.
Cui Qiyuan is a guest, so he should treat him well. It's just that he is a foreigner after all, and there are women in the family. It is inconvenient to mix men and women. He also felt that he was still serving Cui Xie's little servant, and it was always awkward to sit at a table with the host's family for dinner, so he took the initiative to stand up and refuse: "Big brother and old lady, let's eat, I will accompany the subtotaler and we are in the yard. Just eat in."
The old lady didn't remember the name of the shopkeeper who married the first daughter-in-law, and asked Cui Xie blankly: "What is the shopkeeper? Are we going to invite a new shopkeeper?"
Cui Xie looked up at her and said with a smile: "No, it's just that I think those three stores are not very well run, and they are all used by family members, not the right shopkeepers. I am afraid they don't know how to operate, so I invited them. A treasurer who is familiar with you came to ask."
The old lady was silent for a while, and sighed: "Then you go back to accompany the guests. I will ask someone to send you the noodles to the yard."
Cui Qi quickly got up and replied: "My eldest brother has just returned home, so he should spend more time with the old lady and the old lady. The treasurer is not an outsider, so I just go to accompany him."
Cui Xie remembered that when he arranged his work in the afternoon, he seemed to have just scared away his plan. Then he called him over for dinner. It was a work dinner for the leader, and I was afraid that it would be uncomfortable to eat. Let the two young people sit together and eat and eat in peace, and scold the boss secretly to relieve pressure.
When the work is officially started in the future, I am afraid they will have no time to sit together.
There was a spoiled smile on his face, and he got up and said, "Tell Pengyan to go back. The two of them have fun drinking and laughing on their own. They come over to accompany us instead of restraint. I just need to accompany my grandma here."
Although he is not very old, he is already a supervising student who can be called the "Master", and he only needs to behave in front of officials without having to bow down. So people who are the same age as you, or even older than yourself, others don't think there is anything wrong.
The old lady ordered the steward to be there to accompany him, but Cui Xie stopped him: "Bang...what's unfamiliar with Brother Xiao Qi in our house, don't call steward, just find a few younger ones to deliver wine and food. They are young. People are more at ease."
Cui Qi murmured "You are not too old", got up to say goodbye to the old lady, and went to the small courtyard to accompany the subtotal treasurer.
Soon after he left, Sister Yun and Brother He also asked their mother-in-law to bring them to the house to ask for peace. When the two concubines saw that Cui Xie was there, they were like rats avoiding cats, and they didn't dare to get out of the air. However, the two children are at a bold and lively age. They have long forgotten what Cui Xie wanted to send to the seller. They met easily to greet him and looked at his new clothes enviously.
Brother and brother rushed straight to grandmother's arms, grabbed her clothes and said, "Grandma, big brother clothes look good, I want new clothes too."
Mrs. Song smiled and patted him: "Okay, do, do. Dress us and brother so beautiful as your elder brother."
Although she often said in front of her son that she shouldn't let the "little wife out of the house" overwhelm Brother Xie, it was also a beating on her son, not really disliked other grandchildren. In fact, she is the one who spoils her grandchildren and gives what she wants, so she turns around and asks Mama Zhang to find her private money and make new summer clothes for her brother and sister Yun.
Cui Xie couldn't let her use her private money, so she stopped Zhang's mother quickly and said, "We still have money in the family. It's time to make summer clothes. Let's make them for the whole family. Find the best tailor. There are also beltsmiths, bootsmiths... don't I still have to do two new draggers."
He and brother yelled on the bed: "I want too! I want to wear trolling too!"
Mama Zhang responded "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh andhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhqh Cui Xie smiled and said, "He will do it for him if he wants to. The straight body in his case is replaced by a trolling. It is easy for the child to wear this. And Brother Heng... he is afraid it will take half a year to come back. By the time the sky should be cold, don't make his summer clothes and wait until autumn."
Mother Zhang got the right idea this time, and set her heart to go back and forth to serve the old lady.
The old lady couldn't get out of bed while eating, so he could only ask the next person to sit up with a thick cushion behind him, and leaned on the cushion to eat on the bed. He is hemiplegic on the left side of his body, and he is awkward and unclear about his speech, but his right hand can still move. He occasionally raises his finger to the food in front of him, humming vaguely to feed him.
Mrs. Song has served him for many years. Even if he speaks vaguely, she can know what he is talking about. She always waits on him by the bed when eating, and waits for him to finish eating.
Cui Xie watched the old couple get along with each other in silence and tenderness, feeling slightly sad, and looking forward to finding a good doctor to make the old lady better. But he knows a little about modern medicine and knows that this type of cerebrovascular disease can not be cured by taking medicine or acupuncture. The only thing others can do is help him turn over and push him out...
Push him out?
It's okay if you just walk around in this yard. This yard is surrounded by porches on all sides, so I'm not afraid to have to go down the stairs. Wouldn't I be able to push around the porches as a wheelchair? If the old lady can't sit still, he can also make a bed that can be moved like a hospital flat car... It really can't be pulled by a scooter, and there is no need to make a new bed. It is good to let him go through the wind and sun every day.
The old man has been lying in the house for so many years, without sunlight and unable to replenish VD, the body can only lie more and more brittle. Moreover, the bedroom where the old lady slept also exudes a long-unventilated scent, mixed with the incense to conceal the smell, but it is more intense and pungent.
People as young as him feel the house is stuffy, and the two old people are living in it, and their body is naturally more uncomfortable.
Cui Xie frowned and considered for a while. After the younger siblings and two aunts returned in the evening, they talked about making a wheelchair and a bed for grandfather, and pushing him around in the yard.
The old lady glanced at the bed and saw that her husband looked expectant. She hesitated and shook her head: "He looks like this. What if the wind goes outside? The doctor does not allow him to go out easily. If the wind is gone, the illness will worsen. If it comes to summer, I am afraid that the sun will easily dizzy..."
Mrs. Cui has been in bed for many years, and the posture has been the same for a year. The old lady dared not move him. She only hoped that he would live peacefully and he would have the backbone.
Cui Xie couldn't persuade her with medical knowledge more than five hundred years later, so he had to go back and figure out how to prevent the old man from blowing the wind and let him go out—anyway, I'd better find someone to make a wheelchair. It is also good for him to walk around in the hall.
After returning to the room, he called the chief steward Cui Liangdong and asked him to quickly find a carpenter who was willing to make new style furniture. Cui Liangdong thought he was going to buy a new house for himself, and he sighed and said, "The little one has ordered them to go down and ask them to find someone, but they didn't find a few. The craftsmen in Beizhili are careless, how can they get that kind of Intricately carved Su-like furniture? I had to ask Cui Dacheng store to bring it from the south. The son just happened to change to a bassinet..."
Cui Xie set down the tea cup, and when the bottom of the cup touched the coffee table, he let out a soft sound, interrupting his words: "Am I talking about Su Yang'er? I mean to find a craftsman who is willing to make a new style. I draw Please ask him to follow the pattern. Don't cut it, just use it."
Cui Liangdong said with a sense of superiority: "How can it be done, our master is from the fourth grade, you are the son of everyone, this yard is the face of our Cui Mansion, how can we use such simple things!"
Cui Xie narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
Only then did he realize that Cui Xie was not discussing with him, but just ordered him. Then he remembered that Cui Xie was not the old eldest son who knew nothing about the world, but now the most distinguished and famous supervising master of the Cui family.
His posture of relying on the old and selling the old stopped immediately, and said honestly: "I will ask them to find a craftsman tomorrow."
Cui Xie nodded, and then asked him, "I was busy before, and forgot to ask you, has the third brother Kaimeng studied?"
Cui Liangdong lowered his hand and said, "I have been enlightened, and I am studying with Mr. Lu. The second son has gone to the south in the past few days, and Mr. Lu has only taught the third son..."
Is Mr. Lu still at their house?
He was a little surprised and almost asked directly. Cui Liangdong also rolled his eyes up, looked at him secretly, figured out his thoughts, and asked: "Mr. Lu said he wanted to ask the eldest son to meet him. I think the son is busy today, so I didn't come to call you. He is also the leader. If Xu asked him, if you think he is not good at teaching, the younger one will quit him for you?"
Cui Xie shook his head and said, "No, you don't need to..." Mr. Lu is also a good person. If he resigned, where can I ask someone to come to the house? Besides, he knows how to paint again, and it's cost-effective to add a few silver dollars to Pengyan to learn from him.
But before that, he had to meet this Juren to see if he really wanted to teach, or simply fooled around with money.
He looked at the sky outside and sighed, "Presumably Mr. Lu has already stopped at this time. I will visit him again tomorrow when I come back from school."
The sun in mid-April has grown, and the sky is not too dark at this time. But he just didn't bother to move, and he would rather take advantage of the little light to get rid of Meitu, who appeared in a white cloak in the TV version of Chai Sangkou's filial piety first.
Turning the sky is the day when the Imperial College endorsed it.
This endorsement is different from what Cui Xie thought. It was not like when he was in Mr. Lin's county elementary school. The husband called the names and the students went up and down one by one, but publicly executed them!
In the morning, Jijiu Qiu Jun and Si Ye Fei were seated in the main hall of Yiluntang. A dozen doctors and teaching assistants stood on each side, asking students to line up below according to the school and shift. The two Shangguans selected the students who went up to recite by lottery, and ordered them to recite one hundred characters of the "Four Books", the "Sutra", and the "Imperial Daguo" with detailed explanations.
Anyone who stands on the wrong shifts, speaks loudly, and recites the explanation after taking the stage is erroneous and incomplete, Jian Cheng and Zaifu are holding boards next to them and waiting to "make ten strokes".
No wonder he feels that his classmates are so serious and eager to learn in the past two days in school. If his feelings are not good, he will be beaten in public, and he has to study hard for him!
Cui Xie tiptoes to watch the classmates who are called up to endorse. There are also some who have learned well, and some are not good: some people in their 30s and 40s couldn't even recite the chapters and sentences, and they directly asked Jian Cheng to reprimand them to fight; there were also people like Fei Hong who endorse and recite like running water when he was a teenager. Smooth, won the praise of the wine, Siye; and others who can't be named—
Those are usually the nobles and concubines the emperor stuffed into the prison to study and study rituals.
He stood on tiptoe for a long time, his legs trembled slightly, and the chief of the house, Zhang Luan, pressed on his shoulder and leaned close to his ear to comfort him in a low voice, "You just came here, and you haven't learned much about your homework. No As for it, I will get you." And Jijiu Master Qiu is also the right assistant of the Ministry of Rites, busy with official duties, and can't spare much time to listen to the students' homework.
Cui Xie stomped his foot firmly, and quietly returned his grateful look.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for this backlash to end. Only 20 or so people were actually selected, which was only a little over 3% compared to the 600-odd enrollment population of Guozijian. But the suffocation that made people's heartbeat when they smoked was more exciting than when the teacher suddenly asked to put away the books for a test test when he was in a good class in middle school in the past.
Fortunately, he didn't smoke.
After the two senior officials left, the instructors also dispersed and ordered them to return to the school to wait for the class.
Cui Xie touched his heart, let out a little sigh, and lined up behind the chiefs. When I went back halfway, I heard Zhang Zhaichang smile and say: "I will remember my sincerity in class later. Today, I suspected that someone did not memorize the wine ceremony well, so I asked Fei Jieyuan to endorse it; Wan When the lottery was drawn tomorrow, I thought someone did not memorize it well. I remembered that there was another student who was about the same age as the first year of the puzzle. What if I order you to go up again?
It's not right...Cui Xie recalled the situation at the time, and asked in confusion: "I clearly saw that the Jiu Jiu was called by Jie Jiyuan's name, right?"
Zhang Zhaichang turned his face and smiled: "Did you see it? Oh...I thought you hadn't stood on tiptoe at that time."
There are a total of five doctors of the Five Classics in the Imperial College, and there are 15 teaching assistants, who are in charge of six classes. On this day, the Chengyi Hall is taught by Xie Jing, a newly assigned Jinshi assistant teacher after the mid-test this year.
Chengyitang is not like the three halls of Justice, Chongzhi, and Guangyi. There are also several-year-old Xiaoxungui who study and practice rituals. Those who come in are all supervised students who are familiar with the four books and five classics and can write articles. Therefore, Assistant Professor Xie did not take care of the six freshmen who were assigned, and only talked about "University" at his own pace.
He was talking about "It is the old gentleman who is first to be careful with virtue. There are people who have virtue, others have soil, soil has money, and money has money is useful."
However, when he lectured the book, he did not follow the chapters and sentences, but started with "be careful of morality first, and you must be careful to talk about the above." This sentence Cui Xie was very familiar with, it was exactly the sentence in the "Four Imperial Books" that Master Liu gave him.
Guozijian is a school built by the emperor, and the textbooks used in it are naturally the "Daquan" compiled by Taizu in the past, which is reasonable.
Cui Xie's hand holding a charcoal pen hung over the paper, and most of the "Encyclopedia" was skipped, only a few words to remind himself. Only the teaching assistant quoted the contents of "Morality two or three, no fierceness" and "non-permanent virtue" in the "Shu" and "Yi" etc. It was only when the heart was just a matter of fact, that I was struggling to write and write down quickly.
He has memorized both the "Encyclopedia of Sexual Principles" and the "Compendium of Zizhi Tongjian" in the university. He finally didn't have to rush to take notes for this class, and he could sit upright and listen to the lecture like other students.
Assistant Professor Xie also walked to his desk after he left the classroom, picked up the folded notebook, holding the few folds with his class content, and comparing it with the two doctors and doctors the day before yesterday, his amber eyes raised. He got up, smiled and asked him: "Why did the two adults remember such detailed lessons before, so I only remembered a few sentences? Did you write down the analysis of these few sentences after "Yuxi Lushi"?"
Standing behind the table, Cui Xie replied without hesitation: "Yes, when the students were at home, a senior Mr. Liu presented the book "The Daquan" by memorizing this chapter. Yuxi Lu said: Virtue is morality, and morality is It is Ming Mingde. First be careful of morality, to calm the world..."
Xie Jingwei was a little surprised, showing a somewhat natural expression, and sighed: "Generally, students only read "Daquan" after entering school. Nowadays, the examination room does not respect Daquan, and there are fewer people who read it. I have memorized it. No wonder, after all, you are able to publish the "Four Book Dialogues", so that the military master will be a model person..."
He put the notebook back on the table, straightened up and scanned the sentient beings in the lecture hall, and raised his voice and said: "You new students come late, come to me after class where you haven't heard before, and I will tell you from the beginning. If you can't read other books, You can come to me if you know it. Although I am dealing with "Shangshu", but I have also learned some of the Five Classics, and I can teach you."
All beings agreed. Assistant Professor Xie turned and left the class with a stack of teaching plans, Cui Xie packed up his small schoolbags, and ran out to chase the assistant teachers without having to eat lunch.
He is a man who has studied martial arts. He is light and strong. Assistant Xie walked not very fast. He chased out the Chengyitang Academy and rushed to Xie Jing after not running very far. They walked in the same direction as the students who went to the dining hall or the number room. The road was extremely quiet, and he turned his head before he could get up to thank the scriptures.
Cui Xie stared at him, stood still and said, "Mr. Fang Cai said, I can come over to make up the lesson later..."
Assistant Xie first glanced at the clepsydra outside Yilun Hall. Seeing that it was still early, he nodded and took him back to the assistant's compartment where he rested. There were still two teaching assistants in the room at the time, and there was nothing serious about them. They were all idle reading, when they saw a primary school student, they all took a fresh look.
Assistant Professor Xie told them the names of the students and introduced the two assistants to him. After he saluted him, he pulled him into his own position and asked: "Do you want to make up the schoolwork from the previous few days?"
Cui Xie respectfully replied, "It's... if you want to ask the teaching assistant for "Shu" Sutra? When students read "University", they often quote sentences from "Shang Shu" in the text. Although the husband taught how Interpretation, but when students read the original scriptures, they often don't understand. The student teacher is the author of "The Poetry", and there are some places that cannot be explained in detail. I hope my assistant will teach me to read the "Book"..."
Assistant Professor Xie said: "You are in charge of "Poetry". Do you really want to read "Book" from me? This is not beneficial to you, and it is not necessarily beneficial to your career."
Cui Xie looked at him suspiciously.
Assistant Professor Xie glanced at him and explained: "If you can concentrate on reading your "Poems", based on your essays when you were in prison, you will have the opportunity to have a try in the next year's test. You are expected to end at the age of nineteen. Examination. If you have a lot of treatment, all your textbooks and essays will be spent. If you fail to get the first place after three years, there will be many talents in the world. Who remembers you as the chief of the three yuan case?"
Cui Xie was stunned, but he was a little worried that the time would be prolonged. In the meantime, Cui Que came back from Yunnan, so he could trouble him.
However, among the Five Classics, he has only formally studied the Book of Songs, and the rest is memorized by himself. When writing an article, he can only observe the chapters and sentences and add some historical materials from the general books. When quoting other scriptures, I am afraid that any sentence or explanation is wrong. Writing in this way, he is afraid that after the modern accumulation is exhausted, his thinking will become narrower and narrower, and he can only repeat himself one by one after he writes.
He could still fool around when he was in the county. There are real scholars and essay masters everywhere in Beijing. Can he still fool around?
He gritted his teeth, looked up at Assistant Professor Xie, and said sincerely: "The students just hate that they have read too few books before. Now they have to study in Chinese Studies, they want to learn as much as possible. Mr. Wang taught me."
The two assistants next to him also persuaded: "We teach in Chinese Studies. It's rare to meet a student who loves to learn. What if we teach him more?"
Xie Jing said: "He is so old and knowledgeable that he has to abandon the original scripture and treat others. How about taking a concubine only when he marries a wife. Only those who are neglected on both sides can be cured well?"
The two colleagues laughed and said that he was fainting. Xie Jing joked with his colleagues, then pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Come and sit down. I will fill you up with the homework of the previous chapters. Your original husband might not be able to understand himself, making you so bold. Son, you have to learn the classics when you speak... Actually, you students don't have to administer the Five Classics all over the place. You only need to thoroughly understand the "Four Books" and the Five Classics will work."
Cui Xie agreed, moved the chair over, opened the notebook, and listened to him from the "University Way".
Just a few quarters of an hour before lunch, Assistant Professor Xie hurriedly mentioned the phrase "Knowing the priority, then the next step is close." After looking at the sun outside, he asked him to go to the dining hall for dinner first, and leave for school in the afternoon. Cui Xie also saw that it was not early, and was afraid that he would disturb the gentlemen's meal, so he quickly got up and apologized.
Xie Jing waved his hand: "Needless to say, I brought my own food, just to see your physique... I'm afraid you will be hungry. You have to come slowly to study, you are still young, don't rush to read so many books. In a few days, I will teach you Mr. Xishan's "University Yanyi", and I will give you some supplementary history, and I will talk about it later in the book of Shang Shujing—"
Cui Xie quickly wrote down the four words "University Yanyi", thanked the teaching assistant for teaching, got up and packed his schoolbag.
He also brought the lunch box himself, and when he packed his pen and paper, he took it out to eat in the cafeteria. Assistant Professor Xie said when he saw it, "You brought the food? Then I ask Zaifu to heat it for you, which is more convenient than going to the cafeteria."
Cui Xie laughed and said, "The cooking cakes that students bring from home can be eaten cold. It is more convenient to take notes while eating in the dining hall."
Assistant Professor Liu from the wall laughed and said, "It's best to put your notes on the header of the book. You can refer to the article when you look down. It's not convenient to write it in a single notebook."
Assistant Professor Xie shook his head and said, "Brother Laigui didn't see it. He remembered a lot of his notes, half a copy... You take it out and show it to Assistant Liu."
Isn't this just the head teacher showing off the students in his class with other teachers? Cui Xie missed it a little, and took out the notebook very happily—but it was not the one that he usually wrote in class, but a new notebook that he copied after returning home and used a new notebook that he would use to record.
The notes were copied in Taige style, upright and clear, and still the size of one frame and two lines. The handwriting is divided into three colors: ink pen for general content, indigo blue for the most important, and vermilion ink for the most important. The content quoted from other scriptures is coated with a thin layer of acerola, which dyes the entire grid into light yellow, which is more prominent on the snow-white mulberry paper.
At a glance, you can distinguish the importance level and which part should be the most memorable.
The two teaching assistants Liu and Wang looked at them together. The more they looked, the more neat and refreshing they became. They couldn't help sighing: "This is simply more refreshing than the marginal annotations in the "Six Talents Annotated Edition of Three Kingdoms", so serious students."
Ashamed, the layout of "Three Kingdoms" was also designed by him.
As the two assistants talked, they said that the Three Kingdoms hadn't published a new book for a long time, and Ju Anzhai didn't know whether there were real or fake drawings. Their hardcover books were bought for nothing. The boss Cui Xie became more embarrassed as he listened. He returned to Assistant Xie's desk with his notes and said goodbye to the assistant Gao Jie who didn't read free books.
Assistant Professor Xie looked at the notes he had really made, and couldn't help but applaud and he didn't mention letting him go back. He asked: "You really started to treat the classics when you returned to Qian'an County? Just like Master Ben Bing said. Yes, after two years of study, you can be tested as the case leader? Did you read "The Daquan" in Beijing, or did you only read it in the countryside?"
Cui Xie didn't know how he remembered asking himself about the study experience of an ordinary student, but he answered honestly: "Students are young and ignorant when they are at home, and they don't know that studying is important. They start to work hard after they arrive in their hometown."
Xie Jing asked, "But because the countryside is hard, I have nothing to do except studying, so I am determined to learn?"
Cui Xie's life in Qian'an is extremely rich, and he can draw sore hands every day when he paints, and there is absolutely nothing to do. In addition, he has to learn bow horses, he has to manage the shop, and he has to participate in poetry meetings with talented people to recommend his books and drawing notes...
He thought of those days of hard work but often had fun, and thought of those friends, a little distracted.
It wasn't until Assistant Xie uttered an "um" 2 beside him that Cui Xie came back to his senses and replied, "My father sent the students back to his hometown on the same day. It was originally for this year's test. There are tests hanging in front of him, and then The school student was injured by the culprits on his way back to his hometown. When he recovered from his injury, he realized the impermanence of life, and felt that the time was especially precious now, so he would naturally have to study hard."
He was awarded the Emperor Jing Award for his injury, and he only had to hide it from his grandmother, and he had nothing to say to others.
"Well... there is a big horror between life and death, and it is natural to have an epiphany in the investigation of life and death." Assistant Xie took down his notes and slowly chewed his words, as if drinking chicken soup for the soul, his eyes wandered, I didn't expect it. what.
Cui Xie wanted to say goodbye to him again. Thanks to the assistant teacher for regaining his senses, he did not tell him to go. He cleared the table and said, "The dining hall is far away, and time is wasted once and again. Eat it here, and copy your notes by the way. It's also quiet here, so you won't be disturbed when you go back to school."
He also unceremoniously spent noon in the office, copied the morning notes, recognized several teaching assistants, and went back with an assistant professor Du who taught "Poems" in the classics class in the afternoon.
After class, the classmates who copied his notes last time still gathered around and asked him: "Can you take all of Cui Xian's notes? Brother Yu wants to make a correction..."
Cui Xie's morning notes were all copied, and the PDF was printed in his mind, and he lent both copies to everyone for copying.
Those students who had not memorized the "Daquan" originally planned to borrow a copy from Yiluntang to compare it. They didn't expect him to make up such a neat and clear version. They couldn't help but sigh while reading: "Where are the copied notes? The book printed by Zhirong Bookstore is not as neat and clear. If someone prints a book like this, even if I have copied it myself, I have to buy one..."
Choi Xie also deeply moved.
If someone invented a photocopier now, wouldn't he be able to copy Mr.'s handouts directly, and just use a highlighter to focus on the lesson? Why bother to memorize and copy again after class?
It's a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to read the lecture directly. Maybe after a few years, he compiled the lectures of the instructors, but he could print a few copies for the benefit of future students.
After leaving class, he spent a while with Assistant Professor Xie, and it was close to dinner when he got home.
Both Mr. Lu and the carpenter were waiting for him at home.
Cui Xie divided the priorities and asked someone to arrange wine and food to entertain Mr. Lu. First, he met the carpenter in the small courtyard and asked him if he could give the old man a wooden wheelchair as large as a rocking chair and equipped with wheels on both sides.
Don't use expensive hard wood, but light and soft. The armrests on the left and right sides of the chair are best adjustable, which can be flattened or removed, so that it is convenient to hold people up.
If you can make a wheelchair, you can use another nursing bed: a bearing is installed in the middle of the bed board, and half of the crib board can be lifted by the twisting mechanism, supporting the upper body of the elderly to sit up.
He took the charcoal pencil and drew a schematic diagram for the carpenter according to the appearance of the hospital bed in memory, and asked him if he could do it.
The carpenter was an old craftsman Cui Liangdong specifically sought. One of his beards was white, his hands were covered with old scars, his fingertips were thick and blunt, but his fingers were extremely flexible. He took the charcoal pencil from Cui Xie's hand, added wooden shelves on both sides of the bed, hung a thin wire from the top, and added a winch to the side. He pointed to the screen and said: "It is not easy to install the machine from the bottom like the son said. , But if you install a few slings here and ask someone to use a winch when hoisting, it will be easy to borrow force."
Yes, you can save effort with the pulley block.
He thought about the single bed in the hospital, and the craftsman thought about the big bed of ordinary people. The effect of the painting was naturally different. Seeing that his design is more practical than his own, Cui Xie simply entrusted the matter to the expert: "Then we need these two first, please be more elaborate. Patriarch Being sick in bed for a long time, with weak bones broken away, I am afraid that it will be uncomfortable to sit up suddenly. We can't replace his illness as juniors, and we can only work on the seat."
The old craftsman said sighingly: "Where can I find a filial offspring like a son? An ordinary person has a patient who is willing to clean him up and prevent him from getting bedsores. It is considered filial. Who would think of getting him The bed to sit up? Don't worry, son, I have used a wheelchair before, and I must make it comfortable for the old man. The bed needs to be considered."
Cui Xie asked Cui Liangdong to give a deposit of five taels of silver first, and told him to go back to buy wood and polish it carefully. The craftsman looked at the piece of snow-white silver entwined with filaments, smiled so that the wrinkles were open, and retorted: "In fact, it doesn't need to be so much. It's enough to deposit one or two two. The son of such a big family business, the old man does not believe you. Can you pay the money on time?"
These two and a half are not only for wheelchairs and beds. Cui Xie smiled and said: "There is not much silver, the old man just accept it, how can it make you work and pad the silver? If the bed is not good for a while, you can build the wheelchair first. Please help build a paper pavilion and a paper gallery like that often used in the south—"
There is no kang in the south. In winter, we rely on charcoal fire to survive. In cold weather, literati would paste moire paper on a wooden frame outside the bed to create a "paper pavilion" with a paper top on all sides. Burning charcoal inside is warm and saves fire.
This is the historical material cited in the chapter "Paper Making" in his ancient chemistry book. He read it by the way when he found out the techniques of paper making and printing in the Qing Dynasty. When he first arrived in Qian'an in the winter, he also wanted to set up a paper pavilion in his backyard office. Later, because the craftsmen found it inconvenient to get in and out, he finally failed to make it.
For ordinary people, the paper pavilion can only be used or not, but it is really useful for people who are chronically ill like Mrs. Cui: if the pavilion is made dense and airtight, the surrounding is translucent. Can he sit inside and enjoy the scenery outside the pavilion? He might be in a better mood if he went out from the door to an airtight paper corridor and let the old man walk around in it.
Anyway, it's just wood strips and paper paste, the cost is not high, and it is stored in the warehouse when not in use, and it does not prevent others from entering and leaving.
He instructed Cui Liangdong to send the craftsman back first, and then come back in the daytime tomorrow to measure the corridors and doors, and order a paper corridor with windows. He changed a set of cyan and straight body, wearing a scarf, and went to see Mr. Lu in the front yard.
Mr. Lu was already waiting for him in the flower hall. Seeing him entering the door, he lifted his eyelids and opened a face toward the door, revealing a small square face with deep Sichuan lines between his eyebrows and a thin, skinny face in his 40s, and said lightly: "It turned out to be Cui The chief of the case is here, and we are welcome."
He looked different from what Cui Xie had imagined. He was a bit dark, his brows were frowning, his face seemed a little gloomy, and there was a sense of loneliness lingering around him, not very gregarious.
Cui Xie walked in and apologized: "I should have come to see your husband earlier, but since I got home, I have always had a lot of work and I haven't worked hard until now."
Mr. Lu snorted and put down his wine glass and said: "Cui's case is the first to study poor principles, to know how to act. What kind of knowledge is understood by his own soul. Why do you have to look at my husband who has a false name and misleads?"
Choi Xie hung his hands in the air, and said awkwardly, "Mr. Domon taught in his early years..."
Mr. Lu said: "What did I teach you again? Even if I teach you some filial piety, honesty and respect, poetry, etiquette and music, and a brief explanation of the principles of each thing, it will not teach you how to cultivate. It's my husband's incompetence to perform the job."
He said this string, seeing that Cui Xie seemed to understand what he didn't understand, his face became darker again, and he asked directly: "When I taught you "University", how did I talk to you? Zhu Zi Answer these words of Uncle Wu Hui, have you forgotten them? Gezhi used to learn how to cultivate and practice, and then he can clarify the complicated mind and professional knowledge!"
He simply gritted his teeth and said: "Before people said that I could not teach, and delayed the child prodigy, I also thought to myself that I had taught you some ways to scavenge your mind and thoughts, which can be useful for your study and composition. Now I know, It turns out that the world is right, the ones I taught have never been remembered in your heart..."
It's not that I don't remember, it's just that the person I learned is not him. Cui Xie stepped back and couldn't bear to look at Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu thought he was guilty, stood up and walked in front of him, holding back his anger and said, "I still have the shamelessness to stay in the Cui's house, but only to see the eldest son." His eyebrows floated faintly. I was impatient, and asked bluntly: "When I taught you, did you ever have something to do with your heart? You study for three days and fish for two days, so how can I fail to persuade and teach you? Don't give you homework and urge you to endorse?"
Cui Xie was speechless.
He really couldn't think of it beforehand. When he came to see Mr. Qian, he felt like meeting his girlfriend who had broken up for many years, and he still had to listen to this kind of slightly bitter complaint.
But Mr. Lu is so arrogant, maybe he didn't really want to delay Cui Xie? After all, this gentleman took over the original body only two years...
He could clearly feel that this body itself did not have the aptitude for memorability and extraordinary speed of thinking. I am at this level thanks to the various learning methods and dialectical thinking he has read in his previous life for more than ten years, and thanks to the hard disk golden finger, he doesn't have to worry about myopia and can review until midnight every day.
He secretly shook his head, first calmed the other party: "Sir, calm down, I used to be young and didn't know..."
Mr. Lu's face darkened again, the muscles on his face trembling slightly, and he said with excitement, "I should entrust Master Cui to teach in this home. From you, the second son, the third son, even the Mongolian book I taught, except for taking time off to prepare for the exam, I didn't dare to mislead my children! I don't know where I did not teach well, leaving a generation of prodigies in my hands, and even a talent from a small county. They teach better than me..."
"Mr. Lu." Cui Xie's voice was not high, but he interrupted him very firmly: "At the beginning, the students hadn't learned anything from their husband. No wonder the husband blamed me. But I was talking to me in the county. When Mr. Lin was in school, he also devoted himself to teaching me. Without Mr. Lin, I would not be where I am today. The students were not well-educated at the time, so they could only blame themselves, and I hope Mr. Lin will stop getting involved with Mr. Lin."
Mr. Lu couldn't breathe, his face darkened from choking, and he turned around and sulked at the wall.
An uncle who is not very good-looking, he is as arrogant as the teenage little Lori, he is not awkward, and the person watching is also awkward...
Choi Xie wanted to cover his eyes.
Mr. Lu was angry at the wall for a while, then turned his head and arched his hand at him: "Now that the first son is in prison, the second son is not at home, and the third son is still young. I am afraid that it is better than me to change a talent. Lu Mou is very ignorant and dare not stay in Cui's house to delay a few high-ranking talents, so he will leave the restaurant in person with the eldest son today!"
Cui Xie hurriedly stopped him: "Mr. can't go. Now my father is far away in Yunnan, and the second and old are old. If my husband is not there, who will my three younger siblings go to entrust?"
Mr. Lu said coldly: "How can a man in his prime Lu teach the young lady!"
No, Mr. Lu looks more than forty, right? She could barely choose an outstanding young man. How could it be regarded as a good year in the Ming Dynasty?
Cui Xie's heart was almost flooded with the barrage, but juren, as this gentleman, and the boneless lotus he had taught little Cui Xie, still couldn't bear to let him go.
He grabbed Mr.'s thin wrist, pulled him back to the table with ease, poured a glass of wine and toasted it over, holding the cup with his hands, and said gently, "Mr. Forgive me for being impolite. Mr. Cai said to me the way of dignity. The way of knowing and doing, I didn't think about it for a while, it was my fault. I didn't go to school with my husband before, and we missed it because of rumors. If my husband refuses to stay at Cui's house because of rumors, then I will be at the door tomorrow. I posted a notice outside to let people know that my husband was talented. It was because I wanted to be filial to my grandparents and I couldn't concentrate on learning."
Mr. Lu snorted coldly while holding the glass, watching him drink three consecutive glasses before drinking his own glass.
Although I drank alcohol, I still needed to put on the shelf. Mr. Lu watched his nose and nose, and said lightly: "I don't care about rumors, and I don't need to post any notices. Before, I didn't teach you well, and I didn't have the face to grab the name of the teacher-but I always want to teach you. These things let the world know that Lu Boshan is not the one who waits for nothing, and is not the one who is for nothing and delays his children from studying!"
After Choi Xie became famous, it was not Choi Langzhong who suffered the most in Jingli, but his husband. Anyone who mentions this Qian'an prodigy will have to say something secretly, because he has delayed the age of the former husband.
This year, Mr. Lu didn't even go out for banquets, and he was full of anger when he sat at home. Fortunately, Cui Langzhong has not resigned from his museum, otherwise he will be given the reputation of "the host thinks he is not educated and skillless, for fear that he will delay the remaining two sons", and he really can't stay in Beijing.
Before meeting today, he had actually moved his heart to leave Beijing. He just wanted to see Cui Xie again, quit the hall in person, and left with integrity. But when I saw that this student who was wearing a small three yuan case chief halo, and who had grown a bit of grace in the sky, and so earnestly persuading him to stay, he couldn't help but feel a little tempted and reluctant to leave.
Even if the student is not serious about studying with him, it is good to only teach science skills.
He hesitated so much, so he told Cui Xie to hold it down, pour the wine to apologize, and persuade him to stay. Mr. Lu half-pushed and ate a few glasses of wine on the spot, agreed to stay at Cui's house, and borrowed wine to cover his face, insisting that Cui Xie take the time to learn something with him.
Cui Xie is now completely exam-oriented learning, where is the time and mind to engage in philosophy? He bargained and said that he wanted to learn painting from him, and by the way, Cui Qi was also inserted, and asked the husband to teach him.
Mr. Lu was about to laugh at him: "Painting is just a little skill of passionate heart. You and I will learn this? Looking back, I saw the same year. Is it possible that I am not worthy to be a Xixi feast in Cui Mansion? Can you be a painter?"
He wanted to get up, see Cui Xie's hand on the table, think about his strength, and feel that he can't get up, just sit there and stare at him.
Cui Xie sighed: "Students are still young and have little knowledge. I am afraid that they will not be able to learn science and will annoy their husband. Moreover, the Imperial College has a heavy school work and students have to take care of family affairs and take care of all three aspects. I hope that Mr. Me."
Mr. Lu knew the situation in their family, and remembered that he was a talented young man who had to study and manage such a large family. He was busy until dinner. If you need to add any homework to him, I'm afraid it will break his backbone.
Well, let him take a step back as Mr.
Mr. Lu said: "Since I am serving as a banquet for your family, I have to listen to Dong Weng's arrangements, how can I screw it with you. I will teach the students who should be taught, but after three or five days, you have to come to me. Listen to a class here. I won't tell you any ethical principles, and now it's not my turn to lecture and study articles... Have you learned poetry from your Mr. Lin?"
He also wanted Cui Xie to recite a poem. Hearing that the poetry that Mr. Lin had corrected for him was not neat and not deep in meaning, he had to pick out some faults so he could go up and revise the instructions.
Cui Xie didn't even bother to memorize the response poem, and got up to drink directly: "Students are dull, I have never learned to write poetry before, so Mr. Lao will teach it later."
After Mr. Lu had a few drinks, he chatted with Cui Xie about the old things between the master and the apprentice.
Cui Xie was afraid of talking too much, so he listened to the details quietly when he said it. When it was time for him to say it, he forcibly changed the subject and asked Mr. Lu: "I have not been at home for the past two years, and my second brother just came back. I went to the south by order. Later, there were too many things at home, and I never had time to inquire about the homework of the younger brothers. Mr. Lu has been teaching them for the past two years, but I wonder if the two brothers can still listen to the lesson?"
Mr. Lu pondered for a while.
"Cui Heng is not as good as you... It's not as good as when I taught you, you run out all day long without seeing him go to school. Cui He still has some aura, teaching him "three", "hundred" and "thousand", all of which are to read. I can remember it the last time. I enlightened him last spring, and this year I have been able to memorize these three books by heart, and I have begun to read Chinese characters and rhymes."
He suddenly raised his face and glanced at Cui Xie: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to teach and will delay your two younger brothers?"
Cui Xie hurriedly said, "Don't dare. It is an honor for the Cui family to stay in my house and teach Tong Meng with such a talent."
Mr. Lu snorted, "You don't have to say something nice, I know I've delayed the child prodigy. Or you haven't learned your skills at that time, or I taught you the wrong way, that you don't like to learn. These two faults are because you can't show your talent in my hands. If you change to a certain destined gentleman, your talent will be polished out."
Cui Xie wanted to comfort him because he was busy waiting for illness before and had no time to study, because he didn't think he was teaching well. But thinking that he was more familiar with the original situation at home than himself, he swallowed that words back, and according to what he said before, cautiously said: "I also spent less time studying before, unlike when I arrived in the county. Work hard then."
Mr. Lu didn't hear any flaws, and he hummed lowly: "Always I failed to teach you at the beginning. I delayed a prodigy, dare I delay the second? Don't worry about you, I have to Teach the two of your family...the second child prodigy in my hands!"
He originally wanted to talk about the two, but Cui Heng is too old, and it really doesn't look like he can change his head and study hard, he should focus on the younger one.
Cui Xie held up his wine glass to thank him, and used his sleeve to hide the awkward smile at the corner of his mouth.
He and the two children of the Cui family are not real brothers, and the learning methods, comprehension and golden fingers are not inherited by Master Cui. If Mr. Lu really thinks that he is a genius, and their children have genius genes, they will not be disappointed severely...
Still think about how I learned in elementary school, try to help Mr. Lu educate.
Cui Xie offered her husband another glass of wine and talked to him about what Cui Qi wanted to study with: "...I spent a few years with him day and night, treating him as a brother. His family is now a good citizen, but By staying at Cui's house, reading a few books and learning some skills, Mr. Wang will not treat it as a slave."
Mr. Lu responded indifferently: "I don't care who he is, I can teach whatever he should be taught. But you should make it clear to him in advance that I can teach some paintings, calligraphy, and articles. I don't know how to paint Cui Meiren. Just hearing that flimsy name doesn't like it. If he likes to learn that, he will simply find another Master instead of me."
It doesn't need to be... but this beauty picture doesn't need to be taught. Cui Xie agreed with him, agreeing: "I don't like those frivolous people who are Cui Meiren with their mouths shut, sir, I can rest assured!"
Mr. Lu is proud to belong to Tsundere, but he is quite a man. Cui Xie ate wine with him all night and coaxed him to smooth Mao'er. He asked what to answer and got along easily. After the alcoholic ears became hot, Cui Xie asked Xiao Si to help him back to his yard, served him to sleep, and went back to the yard.
When I returned, the courtyard was quiet, but the bedroom was still lit with a warm yellow, as if waiting for him to come home.
When he entered the door, he saw Cui Qi sitting at the table, taking thin paper over the draft he had drawn to outline. He can hook a manuscript several times, first draw a complete picture, and then carefully outline the areas that need to be colored, and scattered them on the paper so that the craftsman can engrave and color separately.
If he doesn't need to teach him, he can do it more meticulously than him.
Cui Xie quietly walked over and looked behind Cui Qi for a while. Seeing that he was carefully sketching Cao Cao's armor, he didn't feel that he was coming, so he went to the outhouse to get a new candlestick and lit it on the table.
Cui Qi raised his head suddenly and called "Big Brother". Cui Xie smiled, sitting at the half-empty table he set aside, and said: "From now on, you will study painting with Mr. Lu in the morning, and in the afternoon I will ask the shopkeeper of the powder shop to take you. Although the Nanhuo store is good, I But I don't want to ask you to get angry. It's better to have a powder shop."
Cui Qi was about to stand up and thank him, Cui Xie slapped him down, and smiled: "What are you being polite to me? Sit down. I see you paint so hard, and I am more happy than you say thank you."
Cui Qi squeezed the pen tightly with a faint light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I must paint well and apprentice well. I won't waste my thoughts on you."
Cui Xie let out a "um" and took the cut paper and charcoal from the table. He suddenly remembered the past and smiled slightly: "This is like returning to the time when we were in Qian'an. We both did our own things. Excuse me, I don't feel too boring to have someone with me."
Cui Qi smiled and said, "The shopkeeper of the subtotaler has gone back. I think there is also a person in the yard. It is inconvenient to get the paintings from back and forth. I just painted in your room. But this house is really messy now. It's so, I'm already an outsider, and nobody cares about coming in."
"That's because I confessed that you are not an outsider. If there are any outsiders, you can ask Songyan." Cui Xie smiled and glanced at him: "We just came home, and the love is still in Qian'an. Time is the same."
Cui Qi's face was slightly awkward, and he nodded with a smile, lowered his head and concentrated on drawing the fragments of color.
With his help, there is no need for Cui Xie to redraw the first two paintings himself, and write down the printing order and method word by word, just move your mouth and give pointers.
Cui Xie is now like a cartoonist with an assistant, and his demeanor seems to be different when he swipes his pen. After finishing the frame with a few strokes, he began to draft the sketches of Xu Chu's naked clothes fighting horses:
He originally painted Xu Chu in naked clothes for Prince Wang. At that time, he carefully designed the image of his clothes half-dressed and tucked around his waist, but now he just changed the shape of riding a knife. The picture of the horse depicts one of the sketches he drew during Wang Jiachen's exercises when he was painting a portrait of Xie Qianhu. The bitter breath came out of the painting.
Ma Chao's part is simpler. In the past two days, he has just drew a big picture of Ma Meng's revival and hatred, and he is also skilled in writing. At this time, he didn't even need to change his posture drastically. It was enough to change Ma Chao's gesture of holding the banner to holding a gun and stabbing, and changing the sadness on his face to a murderous look.
This evening, he finished two drafts of two spreads, and after seeing the last chapter, he could put together another book. He was also a little delighted: "When your father and the treasurer come over, the illustrations in this book will It's enough to finally publish a new book. These days, because I'm not at home, and I've been off for so long these days, readers probably hate me to death."
Cui Qi smiled and said: "They won't hate it when the new book comes out. Big brother's painting is getting better and better, and the horse seems to be jumping out of the painting. It's better than when you painted beautiful people."
This does not necessarily mean that he painted well, but he has become more energetic after practicing martial arts, and the horses he painted appear more energetic. Now think about it, the portrait given to Xie Qianhu before has many shortcomings, and I should paint him a new gift of the year...
Should I be able to mention a poem by myself this time?
His thoughts came to a halt, watching Cui Qi leave, he washed himself, blew the lamp, and reviewed the notes taken by the Imperial College in the dark.
The days to come will be nothing more than living like this day by day. The two days of recitation in the Imperial College are the days for the repetition of lectures. The students will repeat the lectures on stage; after that, they will recite the lectures again for two days. There are not many homework left after class, all consciously. Generally speaking, good students can study hard, bad students... as long as they don't worry about the supervising staff, they can also be lazy.
Cui Xie was lucky. He was not drawn in the repetition. Only one day called the Jijiu draw to endorse. He went up to memorize 100 characters "University", 100 characters "Zhou Nan", and 100 characters "Imperial Dagu". With Zhu Zizhang's commentary, they are all things that are already familiar to the heart, and they can easily be memorized.
It was not until five days later that Cui Mansion changed into new clothes, and he made two custom-made sets of dressing, robes, belts, and boots.
The tailor who invited him waited for him all afternoon at home. He had to meet his face and spread the clothes in front of him by himself, revealing a glamorous and shining dress: the clothes were covered with gold woven flowers, cocoa The floor is close to the body, and the waist is narrow. Four skirt loops with a certain belt were nailed to the left and right sides of the waist, and thirty-eight skirts on the front and back of the hem were connected with threads to make them smooth and tight. The waist and skirt are also ordered with a sheepskin gold, which will be dazzling when you shake it.
Cui Xie was dazzling, and he squinted his eyes to see the style of his clothes-slightly different from what he saw in the movie, but it was also luxurious and beautiful, more slender than the current popular drag dress. It definitely looks better.
He sighed with satisfaction, leaned over to look at the clothes, turning over the cuffs and skirt to look at his stitches. The tailor couldn't help boasting: "The son somehow came up with such a beautiful dress. I couldn't love it when I made it myself. I wish I could not wear it again. I also made two high-top hair skirts to honor the son. , Tied inside, sure to hold the pleated skirt wide at the bottom, which looks better."
Cui Xie couldn't imagine what the hem would hold up. He just wished that Xie Ying would be right in front of him and put it on. The tailor looked at his face and looked satisfied, and he seemed satisfied, and he boasted: "Don't worry, the younger one who has been a tailor for decades will also increase the amount that should be put, and pinch the finer. The body is accurate, fit and easy to move around."
Cui Xie carried the skirt, thinking about the neat appearance of the Jinyi guards getting on and off the horse, and gave a soft "um".
He looked at the red and white, the lining of the short coat and the panties, and the solid cloak with brocade, and finally saw the leather straps and boots.
Although these two items were not made by the tailor, they were also the craftsmen he asked for. He also boasted: "These leather belts and boots are calfskins specially bought by the cobbler Hu Huizi from Huihuizi. The leather is thin. It's bright again, and it's much more comfortable to wear than ordinary leather! That time, I used to raise cattle for generations, and I could kill cattle in the temple, but the Hans couldn't buy such good leather."
Cui Xie touched the smooth and delicate belts and boots, and couldn't tell the good point, but it was exquisite and it should be comfortable to wear. He was satisfied, but his face only faintly said: "This is something to give away, but it is not my final say. If the person who wears it says yes, I will naturally order more things from your house in the future."
The tailor smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with sure! Who can not love the new look at this time? As long as that person wears out, in a few days Beijing will make new clothes like this. Yi Xiao said, do you want the son? Do two things by yourself? Otherwise, wait for the man in Kyoto to wear this waist-stretching scaffold, you don't have it yourself, don't you look like a village?"
Daming doesn't have such things as copyright. Books can be printed casually, and clothes are made according to whoever is better. Xie Qianhu looks good-looking and has a good figure. Wearing this suit to go out, the proper way can attract people to learn in Kyoto.
But he didn't have to do it. Xie Qianhu gave him several new clothes and he didn't wear them yet.
Cui Xie shook his head and said with a smile: "Go back, I won't let you make this clothes for others, but you can't see people take the initiative to solicit them. I have to wear these two clothes first, and others will look good. Please do it, and you can do it for them."
The tailor smiled so hard that he could not see his teeth, and he bowed again and again: "You are still sympathetic to our craftsman, and I promise not to let anyone rob you of the noble man. Even if someone else does it, I can guarantee that it will not be as good as what I did. Exquisite, low cost!"
That's hard to say. His clothes don't have embroidered text on shoulders and sleeves, which is not the best in theory. However, the clothes are in line with people. It is true that Xie Qianhu has long legs and slender waist. It is always better to look better than others.
He sent the tailor back, and asked Mother Zhang to watch, smoked the two sets of clothes through the smoker, and asked Cui Qi to send them to Xie Qianhu's mansion the next day.
After Xie Ying went home, she saw a stack of red lacquer gift boxes made of silk woven silk on the table in the main hall, and underneath was a gift list written on a note.
Earlier, gifts were all gilded and bronzed gift lists, but now Cui notes are used for everything. He gave a light tap, glanced at it, and walked straight into the room. He took off his hat and threw it to the shift servant Chang Yang. He asked casually, "Who sent the gift and why didn't it go into the Curry?"
Chang Yang said, "Brother Xie Shan called the one left here. He said that it was the clothes sent by Jiansheng Cui of Guozixue. Master must have a look."
Xie Ying paused with her finger on the buckle, then looked back and asked, "Isn't he studying at the Imperial College? He sent it?"
Chang Yang hung his coat and hat on the shelf, shook his head and said, "It's the guy his family brought last time, the one named Cui Qi. He said that the clothes were newly made yesterday, and Cui Jiansheng wanted to send it by himself. Come here, but it's not easy to ask for leave, and I can't delay the delivery until the day he takes a break, so I asked Cui Qi to send it on his behalf."
Xie Ying took off so much that only the white silk shirt was left. Chang Yang asked, "Master, would you like to try those two new clothes?"
Did you make two sets? I wore the Guozijian robe without ironing the fold line and went out to meet guests. The gift was generous. Xie Ying couldn't help but shook her head and glanced at the young man: "Take it in. Since I promised to ask him to send it, I have to try it on."
He turned around and ran to take the gift box, lined up on the big kang under the south window, and opened the lid of the box to reveal the shiny fabric flowing like water. Two pieces are scattered, one red and the other white, the red one is woven with golden flowers, and the white one is woven with gold moire patterns and blue water patterns. Chang Yang held the box to his eyes and asked, "Master, see which one is good-looking. ?"
Xie Ying first picked up the white and shook it away. Under the bright sky, the delicate silk and the decorative gold, pan gold, and leather gold reflected a halo. The deep indigo sea water pattern on the hem suppressed this too flashy brilliance, making the clothes deeper and more stable, and able to hold the scene.
Just looking at it can only tell that the material is good, the clothes are tight and narrow, and the upper body is even if it is good. Xie Ying shook his clothes before putting on them. Chang Yang quickly took the petticoat made of ponytail and tied him inside. The skirt spread out like an umbrella, spreading the skirt that was draped outside, pulling all the fine pleats. It has to be stretched to bring out his good figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist.
The clothes are really close to the body. After the loops are fastened, the waist is already tightly tied, so there is no need to tie the belt.
Chang Yang handed him the leather belt, and he touched his waist, but saw that the belt was also shortly attached to his waist. The leather belt is made wide and soft, with a few holes punched in it, and it fits into the belt to fit on the waist, so that the waist is particularly obvious, not hanging loosely on the hip like a normal jade belt.
He lowered his head and took a few glances. He fits everything on his body, but the sandals under his feet didn't fit well, so he asked Chang Yang to bring a new pair of boots.
Chang Yang took out a pair of calfskin boots from the gift box, placed them on the ground, and asked him graciously: "Cui Jiansheng's gift is so exquisite, not to mention the clothes and shoes, even the silk clothes and trousers he wears. Lord, do you want to change them together and put on your boots?"
Xie Ying smiled and shook her head: "It's too delicate. I didn't see the clothes given away and even the middle clothes were given."
Chang Yang smiled and said: "I think the clothes are close to the body, maybe the middle clothes are made with it specially, and they are more close to the body than ordinary middle clothes."
Xie Ying didn't speak, and asked Chang Yang to change his boots and fasten his leather wristband.
When I was all dressed, I moved my hands and feet, feeling that the clothes looked tightly wrapped around my body, which didn't hinder my actions. Moreover, the wrist is neatly collected, and the belt is tightly fastened, which may be more convenient whether you are riding a horse or working with people.
The young man held the mirror and took a picture of him before and after, and said, "Good-looking is good-looking. It's just that the style is new. I don't know when to wear him. Master, can I try another red one?"
"Don't try it in a hurry." Xie Ying held the mirror and looked at the back waist and hem in the mirror behind her, and said casually: "Tell someone to brush out my horse. Master will ride later."
Xiang Yu once said that riches and nobles do not return to their hometowns, just like a beautiful night. It can be seen that this beautiful night walk is such a horrible thing, how can you not go out if you have good clothes?
He opened two more cloaks, put them on his body, looked in the mirror, and tried them, and said with some regret: "How do you make a black cloak, you should make a red one with white clothes, so as to match the red one. The white cloaks complement each other..." It's just that two people wear these clothes together, and it's fun to wear them together.
He picked up the three-mountain hat and put it on, tied the black cloak, picked up a thin clay gold bow, a pot of feather arrows, and a bow with arrows and went out.
The chestnut-colored Ulianghama spread out all four hooves, and a long wind blew up the cloak behind him, revealing the delicate and intimate trolling. The neatly-pushed skirt folds swayed with the horse to outline the shape of the thighs. Even if it was just a flash in the street, the brilliance flowing on the clothes was enough to **** the sight of pedestrians.
He rushed out of the city, but before leaving, he beat his horse and circled the gate of the Imperial College. When he passed the gate, he turned his face and cast a glance inside.
Hundreds of students in it were still reading, and none of them could come out to see him, and they couldn't see much inside. But he didn't see anyone here, he just drove past the gate, with his legs clamped in the belly of the horse, and ran away from the city.
In April, it was the time to go out, and as soon as I left Nanguan, greenery rushed over, surrounded by the sons of the princes and family members who were riding on horses.
Xie Ying walked along the road to believe in the horse by the rein, and the horse opened his hooves, only to sway his cloak in the air. A few miles out of the city, there are streams and rivers flowing along the mountains, and there are weeds and flowers along the coast. The denser the people outing and enjoying the scenery, it is difficult to ride a horse.
He simply pulled his horse and walked into the mountains, thinking about which Zhuangzi he knew he was going to hunt for some game, or find a temple to watch and enjoy, so as to slowly entertain the long time.
Who knows that it is not far into the mountain, he heard someone calling his name faintly. Following the prestige, I saw a group of nobles and military attaché children in red and blue dress waving at him in a pavilion high above.
Xie Ying saw that there were a few familiars, all of whom were laid-back honoraries with the status of Jinyiwei, so he arched his hands at them and ran towards the mountain.
Those people looked at him from above and looked down at him, and saw that he was dressed elegantly, riding a horse in the mountains, and he was light as if walking on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little envious.
When Xie Yingti was immediately outside the pavilion, the grandson of the Marquis of Huaining, Yingjue, stood up first, holding a horn cup in one hand, and waved at him with the other: "Xie Qianhu, Master Xie, this is where you entered. Fashionable clothes? This pinched waist can compare to Shen Yue. I wouldn't dare to recognize you unless Shao Baihu had recognized you."
Xie Ying quickly got off his horse, put his cloak behind him with a wave of hands, and met with everyone, and smiled: "The world should not make fun of. We are busy with the king's affairs day and night as Jin Yiwei, who dare to raise a piece of idle meat?"
He was just turning around, and the whole body was exposed: the cuffs were called leather wristbands, the leather belt around the waist was tied out of the figure of the fan, the hem was spread out with a canopy, and the clothes were pleated. Flowing slowly with his actions. The snow-white silk material and the pinned gold fainted in the sun, and his face became whiter when it was illuminated. The black cloak and the hem of the clothes fell on his shoulders, light and calm, and unreasonably handsome.
Sun Yingjue held his chin with a wine glass, looked at him up and down for a long time, and said categorically, "It's Su Yang'er! It seems that it was born in childhood in the south, and there is no such good-fitting dress in Beizhili!"
Wu'an Hou Shizi Zheng Gang said: "It's not from Nanjing. My second uncle saw the Jinyiwei Yamen in Nanjing. If Nanjing has new styles of clothes, can he not bring me? Could it be the new styles made in the palace?"
Everyone glanced at Concubine Shao's nephew, Shao Hua. Shao Hua stared at Xie Ying's clothes, picking the corners of his mouth: "If the palace can be made, will it be the turn of Master Xie to wear it first? I don't wear it, and the nobles of Wanjia must wear it first. I feel that such close-fitting clothes must have been sewn by some beauty."
He clipped Xie Ying by the end of his eyes, and showed a meaningful smile: "Master Xie, which girl did this with you?"
Xie Ying took off the cloak and dusted the hem, and smiled: "I don't recognize the girl, but a child I made in the past gave a gift. I think the dress will not hinder the activities, just because there is nothing else. Wear it to relax."
A long rushed up to pick up his cloak, and someone else poured wine and cloth chopsticks for him, and settled down. Xie Ying sat down with the hem of her skirt and took a sip of wine freely. Between her hands and feet, the small sleeves tightly wrapped around the wrists and the carved leather wristbands appeared.
The more inadvertently he was, the more everyone would look at him, wishing he could immediately put on his new childhood clothes. Sun Yingjue couldn't help but asked him, "Master Xie, where did your kid recognize him? We have known each other for several years. Why didn't I know that you still recognize a kid who can make clothes?"
Xie Ying smiled and said, "I have only met for a while, and I don't usually have much contact. It's just that I helped him once. He remembered his love, and when he came back to see me, he asked someone to wear clothes as a thank-you gift. But a dozen or two things..."
"But it is courtesy and affection." Shao Hua nodded, looked at his wrist and belt, and smiled: "I also often give people clothes belts and pu shoes as gifts, but they are also fashionable. If you dare to make a new look easily, I'm afraid that people don't like it. It's rare that your kid dares to ask someone to make clothes, and you make the style you like as soon as you do it. This is not a friendship with no contacts, at least you can be accurate ..."
He was tentatively analyzing, and Sun Yingjue suddenly knocked on the table: "I remember. Master Xie has a confirmation. The kid who can't get along with our martial artist—"
It's just too unacceptable. He didn't think of it at first when he heard the "children" Xie Ying "helped". When Shao Baihu was talking nonsense, he remembered that Xie Ying once helped a young man. Later, because the other party studied hard, he was moved by others to read books behind closed doors.
"-It's the Qian'an child prodigy. His name is Cui, the one that Tianzizhao has seen."
Xiangcheng Hou Shisun Li Yan yelled "Ah", "It's him! It's the sour scholar who called Master Ben Bing to think of rectifying Liangjing martial arts! I also said that he hasn't moved after publishing the book, and he can relax in martial arts. , As a result, he took the examination for the junior three yuan and won the emperor's award..."
Shao Hua originally looked at Xie Ying with a smile, but when he heard that he was the child prodigy summoned by the emperor, he put away his expression and stopped talking. The few martial arts students who hadn't graduated knew his identity, but they remembered how sad the days after the reform of the style of study were, and they didn't know much about going to the Imperial College to beat the country scholar.
But I didn't want Xie Ying, a military attache background, to walk the same way with the scholar, and put on the clothes they gave!
Several martial arts students scratched their hands in the air for a long time, staring at Xie Ying sadly and said: "Master Xie, how can you go aside with those literati... You take off this literati's clothes!"
"Exactly, take it off and tell me to try it." Sun Yingjue was eager to try it behind him, "I don't want your clothes, so I can try it, so I can make it myself."
Xie Ying put his clothes together and put aside Sun Yingjue's hand with a smile: "This is made for my size, where the world can wear it. In fact, there is nothing difficult to make in this clothes, just ask the tailor to look at your figure. Just take advantage of it."
Sun Shizi couldn't help asking: "How does he know your figure?"
Xie Ying said of course: "After all, his family is cold, and there is not much money to give gifts. If I can't wear it, will I waste the materials and ICBC? He asked my family for the size before making it. Yes, nowadays you rarely see such a simple and sensible young person."
Suddenly, Sun Yingjue felt that his tone didn't match the content of what he said, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
Xie Ying didn't care about him, and said to Li Yan, "You don't need to be angry with civil servants and military attaches. You can choose officials next year. If you only endure this half a year, there's nothing you can't bear. , So I made one according to my clothes, and put it on to the Imperial College to show them to the scholars. I know that Cui is the head of the case. This clothes guarantees that there are no sour scholars, so you can put on them and dangle their eyes. ."
Li Yan pondered for a while and asked him, "Will he be unhappy if we wear the clothes that Cui case chief made for you?"
Before Xie Ying could answer, he happily said: "I'll do it! When you're done, wear it in front of him to let him know that you have a deep relationship with us military commanders. Brothers share!"
Xie Ying coughed slightly, and wanted to persuade him to make clothes.
However, Sun Yingjue faintly inserted a sentence behind his back: "How can someone make clothes according to the way to make you feel deep, you have to solve your own clothes and wear them... I said, brother, you really can't give me the clothes. Wear it? We've been dating for several years, so I can change your clothes with newly made clothes."
Xie Ying took a step back, sat on the fence, shook his head and smiled.
No matter... he is not so affectionate.
Xie Ying left the house at an improper time around noon, without a small servant, and not knowing where to go. She did not come back until the evening, which made her family uneasy. It wasn't until the curfew was approaching that he rode back home alone, still carrying alcohol on his body, which made people more worried.
The old housekeeper Xie Yu hurriedly asked someone to sober him up, boil water for a bath, and while calling people to serve him to change his clothes, he babbled that he should not come back too late.
"...I don't know where you went. I didn't see any figure after running for a long time. I almost asked someone to go to Cui's house to find you. Fortunately, you are back now, or else I will ask where you are. People can't laugh at us..."
Xie Ying changed her clothes, wiped her face with a hot towel, then threw it into the basin, and said with a smile: "Okay, next time you don't run into the mountains, go to our village house. You can ask someone to give it to the Cui family. In the next post, I will say that the two sets of clothes he gave are very valuable. I am ashamed of this gift and would like to invite him to be a guest at the village during his rest."
Xie Yu said puzzledly: "If you ask him to get home, why not go to Zhuangzi?"
"It's May until he has a rest, and it's hotter at home. It's better on Zhuangzi. Besides, this is what you wear when you travel. Sitting firmly at home, wearing it is not fun." Xie Ying smiled and explained. On the side of the clothes, he ordered: "Take someone to make two close-fitting blouses so that they can be worn with them."
Xie Jia is not the only one who is eager to get people to cut clothes this evening.
When Sun Yingjue returned to the Marquis, he was tossing to make a tight scrape. In the evening, the needle-and-sewing adoptive mother and the maidservants of the mother and the wife called out, measuring from the wrist to the ankle-even the boots should be made new and close to the legs to match the new tight-fitting clothes.
Mrs. Hou spoiled her son, and Mrs. Shizi was considerate of her husband, so she let him make a fuss and took out the good materials from the inventory to let him choose.
The price of the clothes was brought up, and he didn't even look at it. He directly ordered the bridesmaids: "Don't want these big red and green ones, but white ones, just woven with gold on a white background. After they are finished, embroider them in heavy colors. Squeeze the skirt foot. Then I want a black cloak, thin material, and without too much embroidery, just press a strip of brocade on the collar."
Madam Hou frowned when she thought about the color: "White is too pure, not the color of our father's house. My son was born valiantly and looks good in bright clothes."
Mrs. Shizi also said: "White and black are fine, but those tight-fitting clothes are not graceful when you wear them out? Let's put a few weights out to look relaxed."
Sun Yingjue waved his hand: "You haven't seen the body Xie Ying is wearing today! The scarlet red clothes embroidered on my whole body look like a village in front of him. His white clothes are called black cloaks, and they don't appear to be pressed. Thin air, on the contrary, it looks bright and beautiful. I tighten the cuffs and pinch the waistline to make the figure more romantic than me!"
He touched his flat stomach and strong waistline, and he couldn't help humming twice: "He still refuses to wear it to me, saying that he is tailored to his size. I can't wear it-I can't wear it. I don't push out that big fat belly like my father..."
His father had already told the three of them, mother and son, to toss over, and he just heard his son's rebellious words when he entered the door, and he was going to the outer courtyard to teach him with his son. The wife of the eldest son called "Earth son" repeatedly, and the wife chased him out to intercede with him, Huai Ning Hou Sun Tai said angrily: "This kid is spoiled by you, and now even his father dare to tease, no matter what, he will go to heaven!"
Sun Shizi didn't care whether his father could really beat him up, and first told his mother: "The clothes must be made in a hurry! I am not the one who met Xie Ying today. There are also the Shao family, Li family, Jiang family... …Do it earlier, I have to put it on before them…"
He determined to overwhelm others, and those few rushed to do it after returning home, putting on this new style of clothes before him.
The family rushed to cut his clothes with black belts and white belts, pasted with embroidered cloud shoulders, sleeves, and knees, and ordered leather gold... It took three or four days to make it, and he put it on as soon as he made it. .
It's really close to the body, the cuffs are narrowed, the belt is attached to the hip, the muscles of the back can be seen through the clothes... But somehow, it is not as good as Xie Ying's waist and thin legs. Long, romantic figure.
Sun Shizi took photos back and forth in the mirror. No matter how he took it, he felt that there was something wrong. He couldn't help but touch his chest and chest and said, "Could it be that I am really inferior to him? It's impossible. This is also a Japanese price. The sword practitioner is not shorter than him..."
His wife Fang said, "Don't compare yourself to others, I just look at you with such a handsome appearance, even Zhao Yun from the Three Kingdoms of Six Talents can't beat you!"
Sun Yingjue was relieved.
Maybe it is because he sees himself and asks too much, is he tolerant of others' requirements? Anyway, he looked a little bit more heroic after wearing the clothes of this handsome body than before. This is a new look where there is no third body in Beijing. It is true that he quickly wears it out to see the talent!
He put on a cloak, put on a three-mountain hat, and went for a walk in the Weisuo and Zhenfusi. Anyway, he shouldn't be on duty today, and he doesn't care what he looks like. The school lieutenants and lieutenants who are on duty see his new clothes and praise him enviously that he is steady and handsome in this body, and still looks Slender figure.
He also wanted to turn his head to go for a walk in Wuxue, but Zhu Ji, who called out the windy affair, stopped, frowned and asked: "How come you all changed to wear such tight clothes in the past two days, and you can get on a horse and wield a knife. Is it? Everyone only knows that they love pretty..."
Sun Yingjue said in surprise: "Is there anyone else dressing earlier than me? I asked my family to do it overnight!"
Zhu Ji said: "Yesterday Shao Baihu came in, and he was dressed in white like you. When he got off the horse, he almost stretched the line, and asked what happened to Xie Ying. What did it have to do with Xie Ying, they were dressed in a formal dress. Coming."
Sun Yingjue said: "What has nothing to do with him, it's the personal trolling he wore first! I don't want to try it, I know I wear a good-looking..."
Isn't it just a piece of clothing? Zhu Ji glanced at his tight waist, shook his head and said: "It's just better to look at, it's so tight, it's inconvenient to wear? I see your belt is tightening on your stomach, can you move ?"
Sun Yingjue touched his belly and said, "That's because he has a big belly. I can get on and off the horse when I wear it. It's not stretched at all." The stretch is a bit stretched, but Xie Ying doesn't have the problem of bending over when wearing it. Of course you can't have a beautiful figure!
Zhu Ji snorted coldly: "What do you want to wear outside? Don't change the official uniform. I don't think this tight look is appropriate. Is this still for people to eat? A meal will come down on the waist. Doesn't the thread break?"
Xie Ying ate that day...
Xie Ying...
Is there any difference between the clothes he made?
He also wanted to go to Xie Ying. Zhu Ji stopped him and said, "Xie Ying is leading the captain and the strong man out of exercises. You should have caught up with your rotation like you? Don't make trouble with him. Seeing a clothes makes you anxious. If you have something to ask Shao Hua, it's not the same."
How is that the same! Xie Ying was the first to make these clothes, so it is only natural to ask him about it, but Shao Hua grabbed the new clothes to steal the limelight from him. No one can find him!
I don't know which tailor the Xie family is looking for...No, it's not the tailor of the Xie family, but the clothes made by the prodigy Cui and Cui!
Ask someone to ask the Cui family, don't you know which tailor he uses?
Sun Yingjue turned on his horse and touched his waist. He thought of Shao Hua's tearing his clothes. He felt that his figure was good and his clothes were well done. You could show off for a while before making new clothes.
Then he went to meet people in various residences, and ordered the accompanying young man to go to Cui's house and ask them how they made clothes for Xie Ying.
Not only his family remembered to ask the tailor, Cui's rare door in the past two days, no matter how soon or later someone took official posts, brought gift boxes to the door, and asked him where to cut clothes.
Manager Cui initially thought that their son had become a high official, he happily accepted the gift, and promised to return to worship. After visiting a few more stores, he also felt that something was wrong, so he told Cui Xie about this in the evening and asked him what to do.
What else can I do? Of course, I choose to tell them the address.
He looked at the gift boxes he gave before, and they were just snacks and fruits, and he knew that they didn't take him to heart, so he just asked casually. There is no need for him to reply in person, just ask Cui Liangdong to take his post and post from the door, and also a box of similar snacks.
And the ethos of asking for addresses at home has to be stopped. Except for him and a seven-year-old brother, the Cui family were all female servants, and it was not decent to ask people to come every day. He simply took a whole piece of uncut paper and wrote out the address, pasted it next to the door, and pointed the way to the tailor's shop for their clothes. Asking people to come in without giving gifts, just follow the address to make clothes.
Menzi posted an address for him, and said with a pity: "When our master was at home, we had never visited such officials and officials. At any rate, let them come in and sit and the neighbors watched. It was also the face of our Cui Mansion."
He was facing the wall and couldn't see Cui Xie rolling his eyes behind his back. He could only hear him say faintly: "It's so good to let the neighbors watch us visit the front of a tailor shop?"
The door suddenly didn't dare to say more.
The two were about to enter the door, but Yu Tailor took Congren and quietly went outside in a small sedan chair. He opened the curtain and whispered, "My son, what are you doing? The little one wants to give this The group of distinguished guests was scared!"
The son is really going to scare the VIPs of their shop.
Cui Xie let him into the flower hall of the outer courtyard, ordered people to have tea, and smiled: "Aren't you looking forward to making this clothes for someone? Now someone is asking you to do it. Just do it. I will post it outside the house. If you know the address of your shop, your business will be prosperous in the future, so don't look down on one or two of our small households' clothes."
Tailor Yu wiped his sweat and said, "How can this be done. If the son's clothes are not well drawn and made to look good and self-cultivating, who else would ask me to do it?"
Cui Xie was still busy reviewing, and couldn't tell him the useless greetings, so he got up and said, "I have done enough at home, and I will make autumn clothes next time. But the tailor will only do it for others, don't worry. We. I still want to study, so I'll go back first. If you have something to say, please tell Cui Liangdong."
He was with him, Yu Tailor also followed up, stretched out his hand as if to catch him, fell into the air and quickly retracted, and said quickly: "The little one has picked up a dozen or so pieces of shawls and cloaks. These clothes are willing to ask. The house will give you materials to do it. The younger ones are willing to set the price at the market price, or the son-in-law is willing to set the price, and dare not bargain for a penny!
Cui Xie paused, looked back at his hand, and smiled: "I won't do anything to cut people's money. I won't give the clothes pictures to others. But there are so many good tailors in Jingli, you did it today. I'll know how to sew when I open it tomorrow. It's really useless for you to benefit me."
Tailor Yu hurriedly said: "The big young man looks down on me, is the young one so low-hearted? The young one sincerely wishes to buy from the silk shop in the house, and only asks the young man to make new styles of clothes in the future. , Can leave it to me, no one else."
Cui Xie was still standing by the table, tapping on the table with his fingertips, and said flatly: "I don't care, I'm afraid I won't be able to draw a good look later, you regret it again."
He knew in his heart that someone was willing to make the flying fish costume in this kind of movie because Xie Ying was of good figure and well-dressed, and he looked like a model when he wore it out, and the clothes were all high-end. If you change yourself or other clothes, you may not be able to wear this effect.
Now the tailor Yu has no intention of regretting it, and he keeps saying: "Small is sincere! The young one loves to make clothes for people like the son, and they are open and insightful! No matter if the clothes drawn by the son will look like this in the future The child is so fashionable, the younger ones are willing to let go of other things for the son to do first, and ensure that the best materials are used, and they are more careful and more beautiful than these two items."
He raised his hand and gestured to Cui Liangdong a few times, asking him to speak nicely for himself, and he would return in the future.
Cui Liangdong talked about the advantages of the cooperation between the two companies for him, and the difficulty of operating the silk and satin shop. He wanted to cry, so Cui Xie immediately agreed to him.
Choi Xie was also a little shaken slowly.
He was thinking about going to Xie Ying's house as a guest at the end of the month. Some wanted to make new clothes, but he felt that specially making new clothes and going to someone's house was not in line with the simple style he was used to in front of Xie Ying. I swayed twice in my heart, and said vaguely: "Then go back once. This time and first, next time I have to wait until I figure out the way to find you. If someone orders a new trolling, you will go from my shop. The clothes are also given the current price. Pay the deposit first, and then check out all the bills."
Five or six days after the Xishan banquet where Xie Ying's white clothes overwhelmed the audience, the most fashionable batch of princes and sons have found genuine clothing dealers to order clothes, and those who have not yet left school and are still at home under the control of their parents Wu student has just made new clothes for his family.
But students have the pride of students.
Although students can't make new clothes for girls and nanny in the whole house in the middle of the night, they can't take posts to ask stewards to ask tailors at other people's homes, but they are more passionate, bolder, and more daring than those who make official favors soaked into their bones. for.
After the clothes were prepared, Li Yan and Jin Wuyou both commanded the grandson Zhang Tai of the affair, and Jin Yiwei took the command of the three weakly crowned soldiers of the affair Changsao's son, Changjing, and escaped the afternoon class and put on new clothes and ran to the country. Show off outside the school. When they came to the Imperial College to study, the three students, dressed in new clothes and riding a neatly braided tall horse with horsehair, blocked the gate of the Imperial College to show off.
They are all eighteen or nine-year-old, handsome sons, riding horses among the crowds of Tsingyi Square Scarf...
Just from the dressing, it compares all the supervisors.
Li Yan enjoyed the enviable gaze of the supervisors and the admiration of the pedestrians around him. Gradually he felt inadequate. He looked back and asked Zhang Tai: "We dress up so neatly, just to show these senior supervisors? We just don't dress up, but also wear this. Standing at the door in a whole body is better than them."
Zhang Tai was still immersed in the awe-inspiring pleasure. He pointed his whip at the crowd and said, "Aren't there young ones too? They are not all old. Even the young ones are not as good-looking as we are. Look at those headscarves with jade embroidered on the cuffs. My son, also deliberately cleaned up, it is not far away from us."
Li Yan said, "I'm not talking about this, I'm saying that we are well-dressed and dressed like our brothers, so it doesn't make sense to tell those supervising students who don't know which township to tribute, we have to call that..."
"Call that child prodigy!" Chang Zuo said for him: "I have to show him, what is the use of making clothes? What is the use of compelling us to study? He is average-looking and poor. Let's be an official son."
Li Yan shook his hand and said: "Exactly! We don't beat him or scold him, so we ask him to come out to see the character of our martial arts students, to see the friendship between Brother Xie and us, just embarrassed him, what can someone say? ?"
They hung around outside the gate of Guoxue for a while, and they didn't see anyone who looked like a child prodigy, so they casually stopped the passing supervisor and asked if they recognized a new student at Guozijian, about a rural child prodigy of 16 or 7 years.
The supervisors told them to ask them with a dazed expression, and they didn't know which child prodigy it was. Li Yan also felt that it was impossible to ask such a question. The supervising student who dropped his hand turned and asked Zhang and Chang in a low voice: "I didn't read the broken book in the hall. I only remember his name is Cui. What is his real name?"
Zhang Tai said, "My name is Cui Xie, I saw it, and Brother Xie's last name is the same, I can't blame Brother Xie for looking at him."
Cui Xie still had some reputation in the Imperial College. Some people thought that these people were here to seek revenge. After hearing his name, he waved his hands and said that he didn't recognize him. He turned around and ran to the assistant teacher's room to look for him, and reported the matter to the gentlemen.
They asked for a long time without asking anyone, so they continued to look in the door. After searching for a long time, they finally saw a student who looked like only sixteen or seventeen in the gate of the Imperial College, making the surrounding senior supervisors look very immature. Whether it is or not, he ran against the flow of people, and shouted at him: "Cui Xie! Cui Xie!"
The student looked up in amazement and glanced at them.
Li Yan grinned, showing two rows of hideous white teeth, and walking towards him: "Are you Cui Xie? Is it the Qian'an prodigy who has tossed Laozi brothers for more than a year?"
There was an uproar around, some people said "no", "no", "look for Cui Xie"...
Only the junior student raised his face to look at them, with a calm manner and a calm expression, and said lightly: "I don't know why the few people who came to the Imperial College to find people? If you have any problems, you might as well come in and ask the instructor to mediate."
A supervising student in his 30s frowned: "Zi Chongmo speaks to such a person, let's go back and ask Master Si Ye to be the master."
Zhang Tai and Changjing followed Li Yan, both condescendingly, glancing at them arrogantly: "What are you afraid of, can I beat you as a weak scholar? Nothing else, I just want you to see , The clothes are not familiar, do they look good?"
The young supervisor asked his classmates to guard his back, but his face was still calm as usual. He looked at them up and down for a long time, and said sternly, "I have already seen it here, do you have anything else?"
Li Yan was here to stop Cui Xie, but after acting like this for a long time, "Cui Xie" didn't even change his eyes. Such a staid and boring scholar is boring to show off. He is also a man sent to prison by the sage, who cannot be beaten or scolded.
He didn't know how to deal with him, so he had to slurp twice, and said disdainfully, "Do you think that your master really took you to his heart and ran to the Imperial College to humiliate you? We are just passing by here, by the way. Come out and have a look, the clothes you made specially for Brother Xie, he and our brothers didn't hide them at all. They put them on for us first, and told us to wear them. The surnamed Cui—"
The older supervisor said coldly: "Several people have found the wrong person. My uncle and nephew are named Fei, not Cui."
No name Cui, what are you guys doing at the gate for a long time! No, what do you guys do with our new clothes?
Zhang Tai said angrily: "We are looking for the Qian'an child prodigy, what are you going to mix with!"
Fei Hong glanced at him and pulled his uncle's sleeves and said, "The three of them rushed to my uncle and nephew, of course we have to stop and take a look. I have seen enough now, Cui case chief is not there, I am waiting to go back. ."
"Wait! Who allowed you to go back-"
"Who is making noise outside the gate of the Imperial College!" An angry shout came from inside the gate, and then a middle-aged official in his forties who appeared at the gate, dressed in Tsing Yi, was not inferior to the court. The middleman, followed by a group of Zaifu in Tsing Yi and caps.
Li Yan and the others didn't want to call the instructors from the Imperial College, and subconsciously stepped back. However, thinking that the instructors didn't recognize them as martial arts students, they became more courageous and replied, "We're not making noise, just come. Look at an acquaintance supervising student, ask him to take a look at our new system of dragging. It is clear that these supervising students are making noise!
The official ran over, panting, and asked as he ran, "Who do you know? Can anyone who knows admit mistakes?"
The three of Li Yan just made new clothes, and happily skipped class and ran to show off to their enemies. As a result, Hyun was wrong, and people didn't say anything, and even called the Imperial Prison Officer and Zaifu to block it. It was really aggrieved, and he called "Cui Xie" bitterly-
Suddenly someone behind Zaifu answered, "Am I?"
The three of them were excited, and looked at the sound coming and going, only to see a young man in a blue shirt and square scarf standing behind Zaifu, looking up at them.
The young man was slightly shorter, and he was blocked by a row of tall and strong Zaifu, not particularly conspicuous. But once I saw him, the people around him seemed to be covered with a fuzzy veil, causing people to focus on him involuntarily, and it was difficult to move them away.
He wore the most ordinary square scarf, a blue silk shirt without tattoos, only a soap ribbon tied around his waist, and his waist was not tightly tightened. But the clothes fit him very closely. The hem of the clothes just hangs close to the body, but the lining is slender and tall, which seems to be more sculpted than the horse-faced skirt that is stretched into an umbrella.
They wore new clusters of flowers, and sat on the horses neatly, but they felt that they were no better than the Qingyi of the country scholar...
Why did you come this time?
Li Yan only said, "You're the Qian'an..." he felt his throat tighten and he couldn't speak.
Want to praise him? It's not to be praised for killing. This person forced them to study hard for a year, not to mention the depth of hatred, and it is not easy to turn the story.
Want to mock him? But the other person's body is placed there, mocking him for his shabby dress, and what is it that he is not as good-looking as his prison uniform?
He could not speak, but Choi Xie could. He knew that the three of them had come to find the difference, but he was happy when he looked at the clothes on the three of them-after all, it was Xie Qianhu who wore the clothes first and also dressed so nicely, so that everyone could follow the trend. of.
He squeezed out from behind Jaifu and said to the three people: "Cui Xie is Qian'an underneath. What's the matter with those who are looking for?"
The three of them were looking at him in a trance, and for a moment they were speechless, so Fei Hong walked a little closer and said to him the first sentence in a few days: "They said you want you to see their new clothes."
Look at clothes? Not to trouble him, but... Is the designer of Ai Teyuan wanting to claim it?
"That's it, thank you Brother Fei." Cui Xie arched his hand toward Fei Hong, and Fei Hong immediately returned the gift. His uncle who was traveling with him nodded toward Cui Xie, which was regarded as a greeting.
Li Yan didn't want to tell him to look at his clothes at this time. He pulled the reins and wanted to leave. The horse raised its hoof, but was soothed by a hand before turning away.
Cui Xie was already standing in front of his horse, stroking the horse's forehead, and said as broadly as an elder: "The clothes of the three are all well done. If the waist seam is higher, it would be better. If you are afraid of family members changing No, you can go to the cobbler's alley to find a tailor. I asked his family to make it."
There are not many people who are born with long legs like Xie Qianhu. To show the long legs, the waistline has to be raised, which can be visually elongated by pressing it with a leather belt. The leather belt is fastened down, making the waist and legs short.
The three martial arts students thought they were here to humiliate others, but instead they first lost their appearance from the outside, and were taught by the designer in person. They were very complicated inside and tried to leave in a desperate manner.
Lin Jiancheng also saw that these three people were behaving inexplicably, and when they saw they were about to leave, he stopped them and asked: "What are you here for? Who are your parents? How can you leave so easily if you make trouble outside the Chinese Academy of Sciences! "
Cui Xie took the initiative to intercede for them out of a little selfish desire to love Madou: "Today's matter is that I caused trouble for Guoxue, so I went back to receive the penalty from the prison guard. These three sons just came to ask how the clothes were made. Nothing, the adults let them go, right?"
Fei Hong came up and said in a low voice: "Brother Cui, you can't. When they talked to me, they meant to humiliate you. At least they have to ask their identities."
In that case, is it the original author who came to tear the cottage?
Cui Xie looked at the three in amazement. Li Yan tilted his head and said without a good voice: "We have humiliated you again. It's just to see that Brother Xie's clothes are good-looking. I heard that you did it, so I made a special dress and asked you to have a look. It's not as good as you wear..."
It's a shame to say that no one wears a new look of makeup and flowers that look good in blue silk.
Lin Jiancheng has finally figured out what's going on these days: Dare to love those three people are not here to make trouble, just watching Cui Xie make clothes for people, and then make new clothes to show off.
It was simply a child's aiki method, and he really ran away this time. Lin Jiancheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. He grabbed Cui Xie and asked, "Who do you make the clothes for? Why do you make such a big fuss about the clothes?"
Cui Xie said helplessly: "It was made for life-savers. In the early years, it was not convenient to meet in the village, and there was nothing to repay others. After returning home, he had the opportunity to meet, so he asked someone to make two new clothes, which he wore. It looks good, and it has attracted others to wear clothes. But the students really don't know these three sons, and they didn't deliberately cause them to make trouble."
Two people? Zhang Tai didn't care about anything else, he leaned over and pulled Cui Xie's collar: "You made him two clothes? He just wore the white one. What does it look like?"
...
The Wu students tore and beat the Guozijian students in the street, and almost caused a tragedy.
Fortunately, the three of them didn't get off their horses and ran fast. After running several blocks, they were shocked. Zhang Tai patted his chest and said, "I almost grabbed Zaifu. Fortunately, we didn't say who we were. Otherwise, I would ask someone to sue them. I don't want to go out for a year..."
Li Yan and Chang Jing looked at him bitterly: "You have grabbed him, why didn't you ask what the clothes looked like?"
Forget it, gather the money on your body first, and look at the tailor's house. Maybe there is a ready-made one in the house, can you change it to them first?
After the three of them ran away, Cui Xie was taught by Lin Jiancheng to return to the Shengtang Hall, telling him not to do anything that has nothing to do with his studies in the future, and provoke these inconsistent sons and brothers.
Cui Xie stood with her hands down, and agreed gently. He only regarded the three young people as jealous of Xie Ying for taking care of him, and thinking about giving something next time, he must first tell him not to tell others that he gave it.
They didn't know that all the people who looked at him displeased were actually caused by his love of learning. If he hadn't produced the "Four Books Dialogues" under the urging of everyone, but had been drawing pictures of beauties and doing costume design, no one would call the door.
Because of this incident, Lin Jiancheng was afraid that he would get stuck on the road too late when he returned home, so he urged him to go back earlier and sent him a Zaifu. As a result, the road was extremely stable, let alone the one who came to beat him, even the second batch of people who wore the white fleece to show off were not seen.
The Zaifu who sent him comforted him kindly: "Don't look at those people who were dressed like official princes, they were very imposing, but in fact they were gorgeous. That day...Is it five days or six days ago, I forgot. It was still noon in the morning. When I came out to sweep the gate, I saw a man wearing such a white shawl and a black cloak and riding a horse passing by the gate of Guozixue. That's a majesty!"
He recalled the scene of a glimpse that day, and he couldn't help but dance with his hands and feet: "How did the clothes line the people, how did the people line the clothes! I saw him riding a horse passing by the door. , I turned my face to look inside our Guoxue, my eyes are like electricity, I still remember it clearly!"
That must be Xie Qianhu!
Cui Xie's face suddenly swayed over his handsome face, and his frosty gaze, as if he had also seen his stunning appearance in front of the gate of Guoxue, wearing a white shawl, black cloak, and riding a horse with a whip.
Yes, he made that dress for this!
Just to make everyone who saw him deeply imprint the figure that flew by in a flash, and whenever they think of him, they feel that he is brave and free and easy, unparalleled.
Since entering the Imperial College, Cui Xie has not returned home while the sun is still high in the sky. When I arrived home so early today, the Cui family felt strange, worried about whether he was ill, or had an accident in school, and asked his husband to send it back.
The master and madam are no longer there. If he falls again, who should this family rely on?
Chief steward Cui Liangdong heard that he would follow up to the courtyard when he came back, rushing to change his clothes, staring at his expression, and asked in a low voice: "What happened to the eldest son? Going home?"
Cui Xie was okay, so he remembered it when he mentioned it. He took a sip of tea and looked at the smoke flowing above the cup and said, "It's not something. Has the five-year plan that the three shopkeepers were given before has been made? Two days have passed since the expiration date, and no one sent it to me."
Cui Liangdong felt bitter, secretly regretting the more words, which made him think of something about the five-year plan. They also do business with the help of God to enjoy food. Who has made such a long-term plan? Who knows whether it will be wind or rain next year, whether the place of origin will increase the price of everything, whether to add a new pass on the river... It is not good to say that, who knows when the emperor will die.
The Cui's shops all point to the purchase of goods to the south to sell, and you can lose money by flipping the cargo on the road. There is no guarantee that it will be stronger every year.
This young master still has to read the plan written on the paper to close the shop. Isn't this forcing an artificial fake? It's just that no matter how good the writing is, what's the use of it, and then it may not be able to recover the money...
He slandered in his heart, but he did not dare to be unhappy, and said with a strong smile: "The plan of the Nanhuo store is all staring at them. It should be fine if you want to come to those two. The eldest son waits a bit, the younger This calls them to confess the plan to the son."
Cui Xie put on the Yanju clothing sent by Xie Qianhu and got up and said, "You don't need to take it to my yard. Ask the shopkeeper and the tent to send me to the upper room. I will watch with my grandfather, grandmother and younger siblings. Go to the rouge shop and ask Brother Cui Qi to come back and ask him to fetch the questionnaire I asked for. You bring the three shopkeepers to Shangfang together, so I just want to spread out something, lest you Some people are dissatisfied with some untrue rumors behind their backs."
Although he is the de facto in power in the Cui House, he is not easy to make a statement. He still wants to promote the advantages of the democratic dictatorship and establish a democratic vote within the family.
But what the result of this democracy is, he already knows.
Cui Liangdong just thought about his ignorance of the world, when he heard the words "behind the gossip" and saw a meaningful smile on the corners of his mouth, he felt that he was beating himself by what he said, and his old face was slightly hot, and he continued: "Master What are you talking about? Where can we Cui family have that foolish servant who dares to talk about the master behind? If there is such a person, I, Cui Liangdong, will beat him to death!"
Cui Xie smiled, waved to him, and went out first: "Go wherever you should. I'll wait for you in the upper courtyard."
The upper yard was full by this time.
Because he came back too early, the concubines in the backyard heard about what was wrong with his pillar, and they were not enough to see him, so they asked the two who raised their children to go to the room to listen to the news. .
As soon as Cui Xie entered the door, he asked several pairs of eyes to stare at him, his scorching eyes almost burned through his face.
In spite of these concerns, he first went up to greet his grandparents, and said that he would call the stewards to report on the plan later. The group of people who came to the peace heard that he had no problems with his body or his studies, and came back early just to check with the shop, so they were relieved. The two children were also brought by their biological mothers, and they got up one after another to greet him.
The old lady asked someone to bring snacks to him, and said with a smile: "Whatever you make, you can make it yourself. We don't understand this. What's the use of listening."
Cui Xie said, "I'm still young, and I'm afraid that I'm not thinking about things thoroughly. I have lost money, and my family will suffer with me. I'll call sister Yun and Brother He and listen to them later. Even though they are young, they should know. Know what's in the house."
The two children still don't understand the use of this, but their mother understands that this is the eldest brother who wants to uphold the younger siblings, and maybe even divide them some money. They are all happy.
The old lady glanced at them and said to Cui Xie: "Don't be used to them. Where is the old child in someone else's house asking about the shop outside? The two of us are useless to listen. Your grandfather doesn't get up. Convenient, put two more children, there is no place to sit when the stewards come."
The Wu family relied on giving birth to a son. He was confident enough to intervene: "We and brother were born out of nowhere. We don't want to be successful in the future. It's good to be able to take care of the family business for the elder brother. Let him listen a little while growing up It's easy to understand the market when it's old."
Cui Xie didn't even look at her, and said flatly, "He will go to school with her husband in the future and take care of what family business? I tell him to listen to this to keep his knowledge, lest he doesn't understand anything. It's easy to deceive people when you go out."
I'm still missing from my brother, Sister Yun is already twelve, and she should be prepared to marry in this evil feudal society. It doesn't hurt to listen to the economic problems of the shop.
Before Cui Xie came, he planned the matter and arranged: "Isn't the wheelchair ready? Grandfather can sit at the door and listen. Let's hang a breathable gauze curtain on the door. Pull up the screen and tell the stewards to say outside, our family is listening in the house, and if you don't want to listen, you can rest on top."
The grandfather hummed twice, and the old lady leaned on his face and listened for a while. She got up and ordered the foster mother to go out and ask someone to lift the wheelchair and pull the screen. He sent the two concubines away and laid soft cotton pads and mattresses on the wheelchair.
This wheelchair is different from the modern one: the shape of the chair is the same as that of a recliner, it is wide and long, the back of the chair is tilted back, and the chair surface is connected into a smooth and excessively wide arc, and it feels like a half-sitting and half-lying. Being fully supported by the back of the chair, a patient with weak muscles like Old Man Cui is also comfortable sitting.
The wheels of the wheelchair are installed at the rear, and two wooden poles that are bent downward are extended on the ground on both sides of the front edge. Pushing a wheelchair is a bit like pushing a wheelbarrow. You must first push down the handle on the back of the chair. Once you release it to a suitable position, the chair will stand firmly on the spot.
Cui Xie watched them play with the mechanism, removed the handrails, and then told them all to retreat and go over and hug people. He is a martial artist who has much more strength than the wife in this house. He put the old man's hands on his chest, bends his knees, and he puts one hand on his shoulders and one hand supports his knees, connecting with the quilt on his body. Easily pick up the person and put it in the wheelchair.
The old lady snorted a few times in surprise, and the old lady hurriedly interpreted for him and asked Cui Xie why he worked so hard.
Cui Xie helped the old man level his hands and feet, put a cushion on the back of his neck, and while tucked in the quilt, said: "The son of the local commander in Qian'an, I was allowed by their father and son to learn some marksmanship in the barracks and gain strength."
The old lady looked dim, and sighed: "You still have the blood of the old Liu family on your body. You have a destiny with the martial artist..."
Cui Xie straightened up and said with a smile: "Perhaps. I'm glad that I can have this strength, and now I can hold my grandfather and let him suffer less toss."
The old lady said, "Whether you learn martial arts, keep your body healthy, or you will get sick as you study hard. But don't be too tired to learn martial arts. Those with spears and swords should practice less and don't compact your bones. , Will not grow taller in the future."
…No way!
No, this must be superstition! It's pseudoscience!
The little brother who taught him marksmanship was half a head taller than him!
Cui Xie didn't want to think too much. He went out and instructed people to pull up the screen, hang the gauze curtain, and hook the curtain of the heavy compartment to the golden hooks on both sides of the door. While arranging the furnishings, they asked someone to take a wad of mulberry paper, add ink and paint, and waited for several shopkeepers and Cui Qi to report on their work.
The three shopkeepers and the tents came early, but Cui Qi didn't know where to go after getting the order, and he didn't come. The manager asked the son if he wanted to wait for him to come, and Cui Xie said, "Don't worry about him, you can talk first."
Each of the three held a five-year plan in their hands-it was said to be a plan, but in fact it was a thin two-page paper. One page filled in the asset appraisal form according to Cui Xie's request, and one page wrote the next five years. The number of incoming and outgoing accounts.
The Nanhuo Store is called Cui's Nanhuo Store. It is located in Shijia Hutong in the east of the city, next to the Tongzhou Canal. It is also the most valuable shop among the Cui family. The old goods in it are all worth seven to eight hundred silver, and usually five or six big men, plus the accountant, shopkeeper, porter, and labor, cost thirty taels a year for work and food. Accidental wear and tear each year is also fifty or sixty taels, plus the amount of money to honor the yamen and the villagers in this street, and the total will add up to nearly two hundred taels.
But those new products from the South also made more money. One shipment from Suzhou to Beijing can triple that.
The treasurer, Cui Dahui, wanted to judge Cui Xie with the advantage, but didn't want to make a schedule. Cui Liangdong had the idea to intervene in the shop, and desperately wanted to do it well. He personally stared at the account of the Nanhuo shop. After grinding with him in the shop for a few days, he finally made this watch decent.
In the five-year plan, except for the first year, you could not pay your home. The remaining few years were really doubled every year, three years and five times, and after five years, it would be no problem to make thousands of taels a year.
If you follow the limelight when Zhirong Bookshop published "Lianfanglu" and "Three Kingdoms", it would not be too much a year; but according to the first time this group of people came to cry poor with him, this income is simply a miracle. .
Cui Xie didn't say anything. He only drew the coordinates on the whiteboard he had just made, and put the numbers of income, expenditure, loss, etc. on the board with pens of different colors to form a line graph.
After drawing the picture, it is clear that the revenue of the Nanhuo Store is almost a 90-degree upward vertical direction. The rest of the figures fluctuate up and down without any regularity, and the data is not compiled at all.
He originally wanted to arrange three trend charts vertically. After drawing this one, he found that the coordinate charts could only be drawn horizontally, and they couldn't be drawn vertically.
The fold lines of the two silk and satin shops and the rouge shop in the back were still hovering at fifty or sixty degrees. Compared with the Nanhuo shop, they immediately seemed invisible.
The two shopkeepers hated and regretted looking at the picture—what they hated was that Cui Liangdong dared to compile Shuer to this point in order to please the eldest son; what regretted was that his courage was not enough, and Shuer was able to compile it back. Not enough.
After Cui Xie drew the three fold lines, he couldn't help laughing. He picked up the paper and told Song Yan: "Take it in and show it to grandfather and grandmother."
Xiao Si took the paper and passed it in. Cui Xie sat in the hall and looked at the schedule that they had sent, comparing it with the lines "Ji Shi De Li Lai Yin", "King in Lai Yin", "Balance and De Yin". "Salary goes to silver" and "loss goes to silver" without saying a word.
After a long silence, the old lady hummed a few times, and the old lady said in it: "Although our old couple has not touched the account book for more than ten years, the amount of money is still a bit empty. Your father told me that he too I can't take care of it, you can figure it out, and you can get the money from whichever one. If we can wait for them to get up, then we can save a few months and wait for next year..."
The two children didn't even have the right to speak. They told their mothers and **** to be strict, and they sat on the kang in the house and listened honestly.
Cui Xie glanced at the shopkeepers and said, "Then wait until Cui Qi comes over and look again. He has the questionnaire I want in his hand."
He stopped talking, and there was silence in the room. Cui Jinzhi of the satin shop relied on these days to buy goods from the tailor, and his heart was a little bit deep, but the hearts of the other two shopkeepers were beating, anxious eyes fell on him, wishing to see through his chest—
Which store does he want to close? How can I save his mind? When the store is closed, even if they can still be the second shopkeeper in another house, how can they compare to the taste of having the power of a store alone?
Everyone waited until their hearts were upset, and there was a notification outside the door: "Brother Cui Qi is here!"
The three shopkeepers wanted to run out to block him, and first asked him what he was holding and which shop he was going to close. Cui Liangdong sighed secretly, and ordered Songyan to serve him tea as soon as possible, and entertain him like a guest.
Cui Qi asked people to stare at the door, but his expression remained unchanged. He took out a thick stack of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Cui Xie. He smiled and said, "This is something that my eldest brother arranged for someone to make. I've counted it. Brother, see if it works?"
The forms were laid out on paper according to his requirements, from the location and surrounding environment assessment, to the flow of people outside the door, the flow of passengers, the work attitude of the clerk, the volume of goods sold and the rate of return... Although it is only the number in the past ten days, it is still very real on average.
Cui Xie took these data and compared the three shops, using blue for seafood shops, ink for silk and satin shops, and red for rouge shops, drawing histograms one by one. It is not clear to see the data and the broken line is not clear. In this way, the histogram with a strong contrast of color and length makes people understand at a glance which one is doing well and which one is not interested in.
In the three stores, the flow of dried rouge is relatively even, with dozens of customers every day, and the prices of the goods are not high, but the guys are quite diligent in greeting, and there are regular repeat customers. The silk shop was not very good at first, but after climbing up to the tailor, they all went out with good materials. Although the Nanhuo store also has customers, the situation is very serious. The more expensive the dry goods, the less they can be sold. The cheap ones were sold well, but there was no cash flow, and they couldn't afford new products, and many customers were lost.
The pictures of Cui Xie came out for them to see, and they were transferred into the house so that his grandparents and younger siblings could understand.
He didn't need to say a word, and everyone in the house knew which one to sell.
The other two shopkeepers had the joy of escaping from the dead and exhaled with relief. But then I thought about his do not know where to come from the data and contrasting data graphs, I felt a little cold. Thinking about being subject to this kind of surveillance in the future, all the amounts of money are dazzlingly drawn to compare with people, and it seems like being a shopkeeper is boring.
Unwillingly, Cui Dalai rushed forward to catch Cui Xie, and said in a row: "Nanhuo store only has a bad turnover for a while, and it will still make money in the future! The five-year plan in my store is not accurate, son. Keep me, I can earn you one thousand taels in the future, no, I can earn three thousand taels back!"
Cui Xie gently grabbed his hand, pushed him a few steps away, raised his chin slightly, and said with a sneer: "Your five-year plan? The numbers on the picture have all gone to the sky, dare you take it seriously? I didn't ask the tent to put the reports of the previous years on the map. It's to save you face. Don't think you can believe it if you make up the number."
TV dramas, movies, and box office have never seen such a distracted one. Really they do not learn arithmetic for liberal arts students?
Their family has been democratic, and it is time for dictatorship.
He pushed Cui Dalai outside and told Cui Liangdong: "Prepare for clearance of the southern goods store. Be a big brand of the same height and stand outside the store, and write: This store is about to close due to poor management, and all products will be cleared. All products will be cleared..."
Ten yuan is not appropriate.
He couldn't figure out how to set the price for a while, so he said: "You follow Mr. Clerk to get the store inventory and price list, and by the way, estimate a suitable discount and show me. After you put up the sign, ask the guy to stand in the store. Call it outside and make it more lively. Everyone who passes by knows that our shop is going to be closed. Only the last ten days are left, the price is favorable, and the expiration date is not waiting."
Cleaning up the shop and switching assets is such a big thing, it is said that the owner of Cui Xie should watch it personally, but it is a pity that there is an exam of Guozixue waiting at the end of the month-
Every month, students have to test two Scriptures and two principles, four books and two essays, two random essays from six types of edict, edict, table, policy, theory, and judgment. The exam papers are not only read by the instructors of Chinese Studies, but they are also completed every season and sent to the Hanlin Academy. If you can't write it every minute, it turns into a lifetime of black history.
Exams that concern face and future hang over your head. Who can care for a shop?
When he first took over the Cui family, he found out an IOU for Mrs. Xu's private loan sharking. He would rather ask someone to go to Shuntian Mansion to write off the account and save money and avoid disaster. The Nanhuo store is not worthy of his staring from start to finish.
Cui Dahui refused to cooperate, and Cui Xie did not use him. He pointed to the two shopkeepers and the tents of the Nanhuo shop next to him and said: "When you clear the warehouse, follow along and check it out. Cui Liangdong is not the person in charge of the shop. Click him. Get this done. Part of the money recovered is stored on the cabinet for household use, and the rest is invested in the two shops. How it is distributed depends on your performance."
Cui Jinzhi and Cui Ting suddenly brightened their eyes, nodded and bowed their heads and promised: "Don't worry, son, we will take this matter to heart, and do it beautifully!" Anyway, there is a tent and a man in the store, Cui Dahui, the treasurer. It was also brought up by Mrs. Xu after she left. It was not an old man who had been working for many years, and nothing would be delayed without him.
Choi Xie looked at Choi Dalai again—
This person can't be a shopkeeper anymore, and he doesn't look like he is willing to be the second shopkeeper and deputy manager with such a grievance. He should be sent to the villager in his hometown for labor reform.
After everything in the store was cleaned up, the employees who could run the southern route were subcontracted to the newly opened Juanzhai. You don't even need to change your work address and travel location. They just change from purchasing food to purchasing books. They don't have much opinion.
After arranging the clearance of the Nanhuo store, he instructed the two shopkeepers: "Your five-year plan is not good. I understand that you did it for the first time, you have no experience, and you will not have long-term plans for the time being. But from now on At the beginning of the month, I will submit a monthly plan at the beginning of each month, a quarterly plan at the beginning of each quarter, and a summary at the end of the month and the end of each month, compare myself with the plan, and make an analysis report with me..."
The two shopkeepers sounded cold and sweaty, and they could no longer see the happiness they had before on their faces. Cui Xie also knows that what people in the workplace are most afraid of is the report. He waved his hand and said, "Don't make it difficult for you. Try to do all of these. Every morning, you can set up what you want to do for the day, what the second person does, and who you want to meet. …You don't need to hand it over to me, you write it yourself, summarize it yourself, and you'll know how to write a long-term plan when you get familiar with it.
The shopkeepers didn't want to know these things at all, and they all left with a bitter face. Cui Daguan also asked the chief steward to take it along, and arranged for someone to take it to the old family village in a few days.
Several stewards and shopkeepers were all gone, and the old lady ordered the people to come in. Cui Xie asked someone to move the screen into the house. He took Cui Qi and his brother outside, and let Sister Yun eat dinner with her grandparents and a family of six. This time, the grandfather of the Cui family was finally able to sit at the table and eat. The old lady sat down next to her husband, picked up clean fish and shrimp, picked up rotten tofu and vegetables, and put it on his lips. Hands.
As the eldest brother, Cui Xie also takes care of the younger ones. While instructing people to prepare vegetables for them, he asks the tits, the foster mother, and the two younger siblings about their studies.
The mother of the brother and brother hurriedly replied: "Mr. Lu said that the third brother is talented. He can recite everything "Daily" and "Thousand Characters" very quickly. Whatever he teaches, he will have a bright future. Can be admitted to a talented scholar as early as the eldest son."
Brother He is also quite confident himself, and said with a chest out: "Big Brother, you can test me, I will know everything!"
Cui Xie randomly tested him a few thousand-character essays, and he could really memorize it, but occasionally he got stuck, and he could continue with a hint.
If this level rests on modern elementary school students, it is enough for parents to show off when they go out. Unfortunately, the Ming Dynasty has higher requirements for recitation, and this child will still remember it later. Cui Xie encouraged a few words and added a "but": "It's not too smooth, and I have to memorize more after I go back. You have to memorize it wherever you want to take the test. Don't be afraid of hardship when you endorse, if you don't understand Ask wherever you are. If you don't dare to find Mr. Lu, come and ask your eldest brother, who will teach you."
He nodded repeatedly and said admiringly: "Mr. Lu said that my elder brother took the junior three yuan exam. Let me learn from the elder brother and study hard. In the future, I will also be admitted to the junior three yuan and the big three yuan, so that we can win the Cui family."
Cui Xie smiled at him, warmly exhorted him, and asked how Cui Qi had learned. Cui Qi said: "Mr. Lu teaches seriously, even those who don't go to school like me have to take the exam very strictly, making me a little scared of him. Painting and painting are good, just like the big... everyone likes it. The style is different. I am now teaching me how to paint flowers and birds, and that I will teach landscape painting in the future. It is always a boneless way."
He usually writes to Cui Xie, and his pen strength is as strong as one day, and the color of the tone is gradually suitable. You don't need to ask more to know that Mr. teaches carefully. Cui Xie nodded, and then asked Sister Yun what she usually studies. Sister Yun replied: "I usually make some injections with my aunt, and occasionally read female commandments, female virtues..."
This daily routine is a bit too poor, right? Looking at the female commandment, aren't they all mocked by online groups? Cui Xie glanced at the other side of the screen, and asked in surprise, "Didn't Sister Yun invite her husband to teach? Do you have any good friends to play with?"
Sister Yun lowered her voice and said, "I'm just a woman, so what kind of gentleman can I invite. When my mother was there, she used to be with the daughter of her father's colleague's house, but now it is not convenient to go out, she only talks to a few female companions from the neighboring house. Talk. If the eldest brother does not dislike my clumsy hand, the younger sister will sew some small purses and veils for the elder brother to use."
Where is Cui Xie willing to ask for her things, he hurriedly said, "You don't need to do this. You little girl, you should play more in the yard in such a nice weather, and don't do some cumbersome needlework in the room. If you still want to see those friends , Just report to your grandmother and bring more family members to take you over, can't it?"
In the years since he came to Daming, although he has not seen any big family, the common people's atmosphere is okay, and he has not been closed to the point that women are not allowed to go to the streets and stop by. Sister Yun is only at the beginning of her junior year. She locks herself in the house every day to make needlework. She can't even see her friends, so she feels pathetic when she thinks about it.
Sister Yun declined a few words in it. Cui Xie is not close to her, so it can't be said too deeply, so she just said: "You can listen to your grandmother when you go out. I only care about your studies. I don't know how to follow. Where can I get a female husband? This has to be done slowly. In a few days, I will find some useful books like "Housekeeping and Household Affairs" and "Mengxi Bi Tan", and then I will get some history books and fashionable picture books outside for your entertainment."
When his new shop opened, he would send a few sets in to show his younger brothers and sisters, and gain insights.
This time the family affairs have been arranged, just waiting for the end of the monthly exam, to go to Xie's invitation. This thought flashed through Cui Xie's mind, and he unconsciously remembered whether Xie Qianhu would wear the custom-made scrapers that he had made that day, what would he wear, and whether to make new clothes at this time...
I was so busy thinking that I couldn't make up my mind. He himself felt that his character was troublesome, so when he returned to the room, he took out his notes and forced himself into the review. After a while, he couldn't memorize it, and he was distracted. He simply took out the four books and turned the pages at will. The sentence where his fingertips stopped was regarded as the title, and he wrote it down with pen and paper, practiced breaking and undertaking the title, and compared the titles to recall the "Four Books", "The Book of Poetry", "Shuo Yuan" and "University" For the historical materials cited in "Yan Yi", select suitable allusions.
With the aid of pen and paper, it is not easy to get lost. He forcibly reviewed it all night, until his eyes became sore, he threw away the paper, washed back, closed his eyes and read the PDF version of the notes.
For an unknown amount of time, the colorful notes in front of me were gelatinized, but the colors turned into a gorgeous and fuzzy picture. Cui Xie was also dimly worried that his eyesight might be wrong, and quickly opened his eyes to look desperately, the bright color gradually became clear, and it turned into a piece of red gold woven fabric, which was close to his eyes.
He was slightly relaxed, knowing that he was not nearsighted, but he couldn't see clearly if he was too close. He leaned back and raised his head, and his vision also opened up, finally seeing the clothes and the person wearing that clothes.
The man's lips are very well-shaped, the upper lip is like a bow, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, always like a gentle smile. But his eyes seemed to be covered by something, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he seemed to be looking at him clearly, his eyes were sharp and bright, and they swept at him like a bolt of lightning—
Cui Xie opened his eyes abruptly, the room was still dark, his body was sweaty, a quilt was pressed on his chest, and he was a little dull when he breathed.
The bright color that had just flooded his sight was already hidden in the dark. He will go to school later and take an exam tomorrow. This home and the shops outside are still waiting for him to manage... But he can't sleep anymore, and sits up cross-legged. , Looking at the slightly purple sky outside the transparent window paper, he sighed deeply.
Even if you are dreaming, you should dream of a previous life with air-conditioning and a computer, and dreaming of an acquaintance who has never met. What is it?
On this day, the Chinese studies were about to resume, and he simply stopped sleeping, opened the window and memorized the notes from the previous morning.
In the daytime, he had to concentrate on listening to the lecture, but he still had nothing to worry about. When he went to bed at night, he couldn't help thinking of the strange dream in the morning.
Dreaming that someone else was too embarrassed, he was afraid of coming again, and didn't dare to fall asleep with a book on his back, deliberately got up and practiced swordsmanship for half an hour. When I was exhausted and my mind stopped turning, I didn't have any messy dreams all night, and I slept peacefully until dawn.
On the 29th is the Guoxue exam.
On this day, first test two meanings of the four books, one is "advanced in rituals and music" from "The Analects of Confucius Advanced Eleventh", the other is "one son of the emperor" from "Mencius · Wanzhangxia"; two meanings of the Five Classics, one One section of "Mu Muwen Wang" in "Daya·Wen King" and three sections of "Sile Pan Shui" in "Lu Song·Pan Shui".
This intensity is enough for the test for one day. The next morning, after the lecture was resumed, he tested a historical theory and a testimony given to the Queen of Korea.
The test result can only be judged after Xiumu, but there is something more annoying waiting for Xiumu-what should he wear? Is it to wear the straight sling made by my own home or the shackle given by Xie Qianhu?
But the clothes he brought from Qian'an were not very good. The clothes made at home were either blue or blue. They were all straight embellishments made by scholars. It was not convenient to ride a horse... Picking from left to right, it seemed to be the one given by Xie Qianhu. A few sets are more suitable to wear when going out to play.
Those clothes are more splendid than what he usually wears. Apart from the red and white set, there is also a blue and green dress with gold, a dark blue base with full-color embroidery, and a jade dress... the lowest-key is the jade Colored, only the arms and knees are decorated with gold lantern patterns, not too many designs.
He was not really sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was not used to wearing such gorgeous clothes, so he picked the most elegant one.
On the morning of the first day of the new year, he took clothes to school. He planned to sacrifice to the Confucian Temple. He could go to Xie's house after changing clothes in the car. Unexpectedly, when the ritual came back, I saw a much wider red oil caravan next to the Cui family carriage right after leaving the prison. The people driving the car in front of it were also very familiar. It was Xie Shan who had ran to Qian'an several times.
Before getting to the car, Xie Shan waved at him and shouted, "The son will take my car. The road outside the city is not smooth. Our car has a thicker pavement. The master ordered me to keep the son steady. Send it to the village."
Cui Xie glanced at his little blue caravan, comparing it to other big cars, knowing which one is more comfortable just by looking at it. In front of Xie Qianhu, he didn't need to talk about face and integrity, so he said to Xie Shan: "Then I will go first and change clothes, Xie Shan will wait a bit."
He didn't need to change the clothes inside, just changed the straight robe to drag, and the square scarf on his head was replaced by a steel fork hat, and he got out of the car soon. Xie Shan watched him get in and out of the car, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from an obedient elementary school student to a neat warrior. He couldn't help but applaud: "The sons look better than wearing a straight body. When I looked at it, I thought it was Jin... which son of Xungui's family?"
Cui Xie smiled and said: "It's not that Master Xie's clothes are good. Brother Xie Shan don't praise me anymore. The road outside the city is far away. Let's go there soon."
He asked the Cui family's coachman to go back and say on his behalf, he got into Xieshan's car and followed him out of the city.
The Xie's car is indeed much better than his own. It is covered with layers of soft cushions, and there are also summer mats. The seats are wide and you can sit and lie down. There is also a small table fixed on the corner of the car. Food container and sheepskin bag containing water. Xie Shan said that these were prepared for him and asked him to use them at will. He was not embarrassed. He only ate a few dizzy **** plums, opened the curtains, and looked at the scenery outside.
In early May, the weather was full of verdant mountains, terraced rice paddies in the distance, valley beams in the fields swaying with the wind, farmers scattered in the fields, and it was time for a good harvest. But as the fields got closer and closer, the roads in the fields became narrower and narrower, and the car began to bump, Xie Shan's voice rang loudly, and comforted from the front: "After this field is Xie's Zhuangzi, it's just this section. The road is not easy to walk. The son of turning back rides through this section, and then gets into the car, and he is comfortable."
Cui Xie leaned against the window with the plum in his hand, and closed his eyes and asked, "Is this still far from Zhuangzi, or should I go down and walk over?"
Xie Shan smiled and said: "The son will bear it for a while, there are no more steps. If our adults see me halfway down and walk, we can't blame me for not driving the car!"
He shook the whip, and the speed of the car suddenly increased, causing Cui Xie to almost fall out. Thanks to the broad shoulders, he got stuck in the window and threw him back into the car.
Now he really seemed to have fallen into a drum washing machine. After a while, his buttocks couldn't stick to the seat, so he had to lie halfway on the seat with the cushion, and hang himself in the car by weight and friction.
I don't know how far it has gone, the car stopped again with a bang, the stallion neighed, hit the ground with all four hooves, and shook again. Cui Xie felt that the wheels were no longer moving, and he hurriedly climbed out of the car—this time he had to get out of the car no matter how far he went, and if he went down like this, he would have a concussion.
He climbed to the door of the car and was about to push the door, but the small door was opened from the outside, and a strange golden red light shone through the door, unlike the white sunlight that should be there at this time.
Cui Xie held down the car door and squinted his eyes, only to realize that it was not red light, but the brilliance of the red brocade clothes being hit by the sun mixed with the glitter of woven gold. He didn't look at the face above Jin Yi carefully, but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes heavily.
Isn't he dreaming again, isn't the red dress that Xie Qianhu really wore?
Cui Xie rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his eyes again, still bright red in front of him. The clothes were woven with one of the patterns he personally picked out that day. The silk was woven with gold flowers, which was as smooth as water.
This was really not a dream, nor was it that he fell into a confusion. Xie Qianhu came out wearing the clothes he ordered.
Cui Xie put her hand on the door frame, glanced at the clothes again, and then remembered to get off the car. But Xie Qianhu was standing outside the car door at this time, close to him. He was going out like this for fear of hitting someone, so he raised a hand and arched it, raised his eyes to Xie Ying and said, "Brother Xie, I'm going down."
When I raised my eyes, I saw Xie Ying's face facing him, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes were gentle, not as sharp as he saw in his dreams. But he still subconsciously lowered his eyes to avoid that gaze, and lowered his head to get out of the car.
Xie Ying left him room to jump off the car. Instead, she leaned a step into the car and reached out to touch his forehead.
Cui Xie contracted her neck involuntarily, raised her hand to support it, and hurriedly called "Thank you brother-"
Before the words fell, the hand fell on the brim of his hat, straightened the hat for him, and then put it back. Xie Ying looked at the part above his eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "The hat is about to fall off, help you straighten it. Don't come out in a hurry. First trim your clothes inside. I ask someone to take a footstool and step on it. Just get down."
Cui Xie's face turned red, only to realize that Xie Qianhu was afraid that his clothes would be messed up, and that he would be embarrassed, and that he had made up for everything else. He bowed his head embarrassedly to tidy up his clothes, and Xie Qianhu gave way back and asked the farmer to take a low stool to sit behind the car. He straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the car with one hand on the door frame.
The stool was a little high, and he jumped from above, swaying his hem into the air. The woven gold lantern pattern on the skirt reflects the sunlight, and the brilliance flows, reflecting the light green clothes like a beautiful jade to relax in the sun.
Xie Ying suddenly remembered that when he saw him for the first time, he also got out of a carriage, wearing shiny satin clothes-I can't remember what he was wearing at that time, only remember that his cheeks were red as if they were painted with rouge, and his eyes When I lifted it up to look at people, it was as bright as a flame pulsating in it.
Later, when we met again, he changed to dressing in plain and ordinary scholar clothes, and his expression was much more restrained. But because of wearing his clothes during these two meetings, the brilliance of the brocade made his complexion radiant, and his eyes were bright and scorching, as if he had returned to the dazzling little boy who had first met.
Being humiliated by humiliation...isn't that kind of person?
Memory and reality overlapped in front of her eyes, Xie Ying couldn't help but stretched out her hand to support him, and exclaimed: "Grow taller."
Cui Xie loves to listen to this now, and suddenly his head is not dizzy, his waist is not sore, and he quietly straightened his back, tiptoes, and said casually, "Xie brother really feels this way? I didn't pay much attention. , What about these days I practiced swords at home and stretched my bones."
Xie Ying said in surprise: "You know how to use swords? I only know you can ride a horse. Who did you learn the sword from?"
He said unreservedly: "It was also during the Qian'an period that the commander of the Mengxing Tunyouwei commander Wang Daren asked people to give advice. At that time, he also learned gun sticks and simple swords, but it is not convenient for those long family members to practice in Beijing. After returning home, I only practiced swordsmanship."
Xie Ying looked at his figure and groaned: "That kind of military swordsmanship is not very powerful when used alone... I will look at your shelf later, and if there is something inappropriate, I will help you. Second, it saves you from practicing for a long time in vain, but when you use it, you are not as good as others.
Cui Xie said in surprise: "Brother Xie asked me to come here to order my martial arts? Thank you very much. I didn't practice much when I tried from Kuai County. I practiced swords again these days. I'm worried about something to forget."
Xie Ying smiled: "It's not anxious, go in and sit in there, and take you to see something later."
The mansion on his Zhuangzi is also a five-room seven-frame hall, with ridge tile beasts on the roof, and the eaves and rafters of the beams are painted blue. Nowadays, the owner has been away for a long time, and the color is a bit old, but this dark green gives a sense of ancient seclusion. The furnishings in the house are also simple, nothing more than a few tables and chairs, a few ancient vases, flower goblets, and a handful of white gardenias.
There is a small red lacquer box on the table of the Eight Immortals in the main hall. Xie Ying picked it up in one hand and stuffed it into Cui Xie's arms. He smiled and said, "It's not a valuable thing for you to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival. Small things."
Cui Xie hurriedly held it up, squeezing his hands, the weight was extremely light, and there was a strange and trembling touch, not like a precious item made of gold and silver. The festival ceremony of the Dragon Boat Festival is nothing more than colorful thread, dragon tiger, small string of zongzi wrapped in thread, five poisons with gold and silver, and the materials are not too valuable. He thanked him and opened it for a look.
A khaki-colored head with a triangular front end suddenly protruded from the box. Cui Xie's heart jumped twice, his hands lost control, and he almost squashed the box. But looking intently, it was not a snake head that was sticking out, but a big gecko with long palms, shaking his head and wagging his tail, raising his legs and slowly climbing forward.
"Gecko? It's quite big, where did you get it?"
Cui Xie was full of surprises, but when he remembered that a gecko was easily hit by someone to break his tail to survive, he didn't dare to touch it, just holding the box to watch. They used to have this in their house when they were in Qian'an, but when they came to Cui's house, there were many servants and the house was cleaned, but they never saw it.
Xie Ying said: "I asked someone to find it. I think this little thing is more useful than hanging an Aihu in the room. It can be cleaned with mosquitoes and flies. You don't need to feed it when you bring it back. Open the lid. Throw it on the table and it got out and eats bugs."
He asked Cui Xie to cover the lid of the box and cover the gecko that wanted to crawl out. He took out a handful of colorful threads tied with a ribbon from his sleeve, and said, "Bring you to ward off evil spirits. Although it is early Some, but I have no chance to see you on the Dragon Boat Festival.
Cui Xie raised his hand to fend off and said with a smile: "I'm already a child, and I'm in school again. Where else can I wear this kind of kid's stuff."
However, Xie Ying tied him on the wrist easily, hooked his finger around the end of the thread, told him to look at him, and said solemnly: "The evil spirits are wrapped in the sleeve again. Others can't see it. What can't you do? Wear it? I'm afraid you forgot to take it back. Tie it up first, and save it until the Dragon Boat Festival."
Dai has already worn it, and it is not appropriate to untie it in front of people. Cui Xie tucked the colorful silk into his sleeve and sat down to drink tea casually.
Xie Ying asked how he was doing in the Imperial College. He didn't have much to say these days, it was nothing more than studying, endorsing, taking exams... After saying a few words, I remembered that someone ran to his house to find a tailor to do scrabble, or went to the Imperial College to show off his clothes. I couldn't help laughing: "Just looking at the appearance of those people vying to make new clothes, I can think of the style of Brother Xie wearing that white coat."
Xie Ying sighed: "I changed my clothes to go out that day, but I didn't want to run into many acquaintances, which attracted them to look at the clothes too. But it caused you a lot of trouble."
No, no, it added a lot of income to him. The Bai Yansa all over the street now, the ones that wear the genuine ones are all made of his satin.
However, Xie Qianhu's family is rich and elegant. He must be the kind of person who doesn't talk about money. Saying that these things are not upsetting has degraded his impression in his heart. Cui Xie couldn't say this, so he just said: "Brother Xie associates with romantic characters, and he is also happy to do things. There is no trouble. If Brother Xie can use me one day, I will feel happy in my heart."
Xie Ying lowered her eyelids and smiled slightly: "I also look forward to the day when you become a minister and senior patron. I still count on you to help. But we don't mention the court affairs at home. We drank tea. I will take you. Go see something."
He beckoned to Cui Xie, led him through the back hall, through a few layers of yards, and there was a stable with a row of pony commonly seen in Beizhili. On the outside is a tall chestnut horse, with its legs and neck stretched out, and a slender waist. It has been halted and saddled. It is Xie Ying's own ride.
He asked someone to take the horse out, turn it over, and stretch out his hand to Cui Xie from the horse: "Come up! The road on Zhuangzi is not easy to walk, I will take you to a place."
Choi Xie took a step back and smiled awkwardly: "Actually I can ride a horse..."
He clamped the horse's belly, bent down, and gently picked him up in front of Cui Xie's clothes, smiled and said, "I know you can ride, but there is no second horse on my Zhuangzi that can ride. I can't ride this good horse. You can't keep up with my workhorse even if you ride and run?"
He told Cui Xie to sit firmly, grabbing the horse's rein from behind, and gently pinching his feet on the horse's belly, hitting the horse across the discharge gate and galloping northwest.
Within a few miles, I saw a simple farmyard, where the smog above the yard was steaming, and there was a smell of wine in the distance.
Cui Xie immediately understood why he specially asked himself to come out, and asked in surprise, "Brother Xie has asked someone to vaporize alcohol?"
"Alcohol?" Xie Ying got off his horse, holding the rein, and said, "It steams out the essence of the wine, so is it called alcohol? You scholars are really interesting. You have to name everything."
Cui Xie also got off the horse. Xie Ying supported him on his waist and told him to fall to the ground smoothly, and then threw the reins to the men who came to lead the horse.
Several large houses in that yard were all burning and steaming wine. The lees were steamed together. The taste was extremely irritating, and the wine was so strong that it was irritating. Xie Ying cherishes the newly changed clothes and does not go to the courtyard, but rests far away outside the courtyard.
Soon the servant of Xie's family rushed over and put a curtain around the door, asking them to change into commoners and cover their drapes, and then go to the wine shop.
Xie Ying led Cui Xie to the wine-steaming room, and pointed to Tao Zhu's large wine retort and the earthenware pot holding the wine next to it, and said, "This is the kind of wine retort that can be steamed with lees. The wine syrup is easy to use. I haven't had a chance to call you earlier. This thing is so big that it is not convenient to move. I can finally bring you to see you today."
What Cui Xie saw in the book was just a small cross-section drawing, and the drawing was as simple as the experimental drawing in the chemistry book. It was indeed quite shocking to see such a real still higher than a human.
A servant next to him looked at him in surprise, thinking that he had never seen this thing, so he explained to him the wine making process and the quality of the steamed wine in the first pot... Xie Ying waved his hand and said, "Hugh will show off again. Cui Anshou knows how to make wine. This steaming utensil is made according to the picture he drew. Did you ask you to prepare the steamed wine? Take Cui Anshou to see the retort, and even give him the wine and the retort. Take some back."
When the servant went down, Cui Xie was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "I'm going to be ashamed of my brother's things again."
Xie Ying smiled and said, "What is it? I am willing to give it to you. You just hold it. If I don't want to give it," he shook his head and glanced at Cui Xie: "You may see someone Jin Yiwei wants something in his hand? But I don't give you such a big retort. I only give you a small one so that you can take it back safely."
As he said, he pulled him to a deeper steaming room, opened the door, and showed him a small steaming pot on the stove that was only slightly larger than the pressure cooker: "This way, the steamer that only steams wine is made small and put it in Take it back in the carriage. In the evening we will ask Xie Shan to pick him up when we return to the city."
A drop of wine dripped from the slender dropper mouth of the wine container. Xie Ying rubbed a drop with her finger, lifted the mask and wiped it into her mouth, closed her eyes and slowly said, "This should have been steamed four or five times. It's so hard to burn your tongue. You can take it back to dispense the medicine, and you can drink it with it, but don't taste it like me."
"Ah..." Cui Xie watched his brows frown slightly, his eyelashes quivered, as if choking, and a look of aftertaste. Suddenly he felt that the purity of the alcohol was about, maybe...it should be returned. It's delicious?
