Bazhang Xuan's success is certainly a happy thing, but it makes people feel depressed when they think that this success is related to He Xianjin: Chen Sanlang thought so.
That night, everyone was drinking liquor and eating barbecue outside the canopy. Xianjin had no one to do anything, so he went to Zhen Sanlang's territory in Longchuan Creek to beg for three large jars of sorghum wine. He then went to the farmers on the mountain to purchase a dozen pheasants, half a pig, a lamb and a large net of fish.
Xianjin wanted to pay, but was stopped by Zhen Sanlang in a threatening manner, "Come to Longchuanxi Wharf, you pay!? If this word gets out, I will lose my reputation as the Third Young Master of the Wharf!"
Xianjin thought about it and realized that this was the truth.
We have to give people face.
Xianjin turned around and bought a dozen rabbits from the farmers' farm. He pointed to Zhen Sanshao and said, "Put it on the account of Zhen Sanshao of the famous wharf!"
Zhen Sanlang is such a good man.
Chenji’s team building is paid for by the Zhen family, and we will invite Zhen Sanlang to the next dinner party.
Xianjin enthusiastically organized a free bonfire party.
Dozens of young men held meat in one hand and wine jugs in the other, as happy as soldiers who had won a battle.
Happiness is theirs, and all I have is the damp and moldy tattered bedding!
Chen Sanlang was like a white maggot, jumping around wildly in his bed, and his movements left behind a large pool of dark water.
It's not urine, it's tears.
They are tears of jealousy, tears of pain, tears of distortion.
"Knock, knock, knock--" the wooden board beside the bed made a tentative and reserved sound.
Chen Sanlang crawled out of the quilt with tears in his eyes.
Coming towards me was my roommate Qiu Dihuang, whose face was dark but with a hint of red.
"Why don't you go drink and eat meat? Everyone is so happy..." Chen Sanlang stammered.
"I looked around but didn't see you," Qiu Dihuang's face was red and black, and he lowered his voice and said, "I was worried that you didn't eat and would get hungry."
Qiu Dihuang took out a pack of oil-paper cloth from behind his back with both hands and carefully opened it with one hand. "I roasted a chicken leg and two sweet potatoes for you. Do you want to eat them?"
Chen Sanlang sniffed, his nostrils filled with the fragrance. He wrapped the quilt around his chest and leaned weakly against the bedpost. He took the sweet potato with one hand, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and with a little effort he broke it open, revealing the red, soft, and crunchy sweet potato flesh.
"It's so kind of you."
Chen Sanlang lowered his head and suddenly felt fortunate to have come to this advancement camp that was causing him great pain both physically and mentally.
The next morning, Xianjin was awakened by a sultry fragrance. He rubbed his eyes and saw several blooming jasmine flowers hidden in the bushes outside the window. He was still half asleep and said, "It's strange. What kind of flowers are blooming in late June or early July? It's spring."
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After the Bazhang Xuan was made, Xianjin picked out two good ones, rolled them up, sealed them with a gold-plated cloth strip, and personally took a mule cart back to the Chen family. He delivered one to the Bima Hall, had a hypocritical lunch with Madam Qu, drank two mouthfuls of the poisonous chicken soup that was boiled until it was white, and then went to the Baige Hall.
Qiao Fangzhi looked much more energetic, his cheeks were plumper, his hair was darker, and he could even stand up and walk a few steps.
"If you want tea, pour it yourself! How can I let a lame old man pour tea for my disciples?"
Qiao Fangzhi stood on the ground, holding a teacup in one hand and a teacup in the other. He got angry when he saw Xianjin slumped in the armchair as soon as he arrived, "You have no sense at all!"
Okay, the voice is also full of energy.
Xianjin sat up straight with a jerk, his face almost broken with laughter, "Doctor Wang is really good at medicine, you look very relieved, I have to give Doctor Wang more money."
Qiao Fangzhi took a sip from the teacup and casually placed one hand on the table. "You should pay more. Your old lady asks people to diagnose her pulse every now and then. She either says she has palpitations or leg pain. I heard that after Mr. Chen passed away, your old lady was very depressed for a while. She didn't care about anything and didn't ask about anything... Now it seems that she cherishes her life very much. She can live for at least another 500 years."
Chen Sanlang is her heart-saving pill, her medicine, her light, her electricity, and her only myth.
Xianjin: “Haha.”
Qiao Fangzhi raised his eyelids, glanced at the rolled paper Xianjin presented to him, and said with a smile, "Hajiang Xuan is ready?"
Xianjin smiled and nodded, "It's done. I'll give you the first one."
Qiao Fangzhi nodded, "The writing is terrible, but the filial piety is great."
Xianjin licked Zhang's little face, "You can't be completely useless!"
Qiao Fangzhi wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief, and after his hands were clean, he carefully touched a corner of the Bazhang Xuan paper and sighed, "A piece of paper is worth a thousand gold coins, that's what it means."
"This paper has always been a tribute. If you give it to me as a gift, I can only treasure it and not use it."
Qiao Fangzhi seemed to remember something and raised his eyes to ask, "Besides our Xuan paper, where else is the paper selected for this tribute?"
"Jade button paper from Fujian." Xianjin pursed his lips.
As expected, Qiao Fangzhi raised his beard and leaned against the back of the imperial chair. "Then you should be prepared. Your Bazhangxuan may fail in the selection."
Xianjin was not at all surprised by what Qiao Fangzhi said.
In other words, she came today, firstly because she cared about her master, and secondly, for this matter.
Fujian Jade Button Paper, with emphasis on Fujian.
The imperial court had just finished fighting the Japanese.
Where did you get it from?
Fujian.
Fujian jade button paper was rarely selected as tribute. Historically, tribute paper was basically monopolized by the paper industries in Anhui, Huaihe and Sichuan.
So, why did we choose Xuan paper and Fujian Yukou paper this time?
When she heard the name "Fujian Jade Button Paper", Xianjin had a vague guess in her mind, but she couldn't accurately pick out this guess from her thousands of thoughts, let alone express it clearly.
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