"Yiyin" is slightly smaller than Xianjin's ship, but Xianjin doesn't know if it's an illusion or something, she always feels that "Yiyin" is much "thicker" than her ship.
It feels like a solid, plump kid with a very stable lower body.
Um.
She matches well with the tall and big Qiao Hui.
The ship had only one floor of cabins, and Qiao Hui took Xianjin downstairs.
There were more than twenty large boxes in the chubby hull on the bottom floor, among which there were three particularly long boxes, which should be filled with Bazhang Xuan paper. After a rough estimate, there should be three pieces of Bazhang Xuan paper and twenty pieces of smaller sized Xuan paper.
The cardboard box was locked, and Qiao Hui personally held the key against his chest, oh no, kept it close to his body.
One copper key controls twenty locks, and the remaining three locks have separate keys.
Xianjin took it. The four keys were warm and still carried Qiao Hui's body temperature.
A little hot.
Xianjin lowered his eyes.
First check the three boxes of Bazhang Xuan, then look at the remaining colored Xuan paper, touch it with your fingertips, and then twist the texture of your fingertips.
Xianjin nodded: "No run."
Smelling a spicy aroma, Xianjin lowered his head and rummaged through the bag again, pulling out a simple sachet bag containing a few handfuls of Sichuan peppercorns, a few branches of pine wood, and a small bundle of asarum.
Qiao Hui explained, "I locked it in a box so rats couldn't get in. I was afraid of insects."
Xianjin's eyes fell on a book casually placed on the table not far away. It was titled "Ge Gu Yao Lun", which was a special book on ancient paintings, ancient calligraphy, ancient inscriptions, etc., and had a very vivid description of the paper produced in Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Anhui and other places - it was a relatively unpopular book related to paper.
Next to the small side table, there are several piles of books scattered around, including "Paper Catalogue", "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature", "Collection of Books"... These are the more famous books on the paper industry from ancient times to the present.
These books were placed randomly, and their slightly curled corners revealed that the owner had read them all.
There was only a narrow skylight at the bottom of the cabin, and the faint salty air from the sea rushed in through this narrow opening, circling around the bottom of the cabin.
Xianjin stood there in a daze, as if he saw a young man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, sitting sideways in a reclining chair, half-raising his eyes, holding a book in both hands, restraining his usual arrogance and sharpness, and reading these contents related to the paper industry calmly, gently, and quietly in a corner.
An indescribable emotion, like accidentally being exposed to static electricity in winter, slowly spreads from the hands to the chest, causing numbness.
Xianjin opened his mouth slightly, and after a while he let out a not-so-pleasant "haha" laugh, "Hahahaha - what are you looking at these for? Are you planning to steal my business?"
Qiao Hui stacked the books and said, "These papers have been with me for twenty days. I must learn how to take care of them."
He spoke righteously, seriously and selflessly.
Xianjin's smile, which he didn't have time to hide, seemed to have turned into a joke, and he immediately let out an awkward laugh of "Hahahaha", "You mouth, hahahaha, are you going to eat or drink these papers? You're still serving me..."
Qiao Hui crossed his arms across his chest, his tall figure just blocking the narrow skylight, "If you want me to provide food and drink, you have to pay extra."
Pooh.
Xianjin's embarrassment was fleeting.
What the hell.
Xianjin rolled his eyes at Qiao Hui for free and prepared to walk onto the deck to return to his own boat.
Who would have thought that the sky over the sea, with a baby's face, looked like a golden man walking out from under the cabin, and large drops of rain mixed with rapidly spreading dark clouds appeared out of thin air again - the rain over the sea was like an irritable person, whose pulse could not be felt and whose omen could not be grasped. Perhaps it was a heavy rain that started high and then went down gently, or perhaps it was a storm that intensified and turned into the next.
Only the most experienced sailors can use subtle evidence to quickly infer the most correct possibility.
Qiao Hui quickly took Xianjin into the cabin to avoid the rain, pushed open the window frame, looked up at the sky with squinting eyes, "The storm is coming." His face suddenly became solemn, and he turned to look at Xianjin, "...You just hide in the cabin, don't go out."
After saying this, Qiao Hui reached out and pulled off the oilcloth raincoat behind the door, put on his cloak to protect himself from the rain, walked out of the cabin in two steps, and went onto the deck.
Xianjin held his breath, leaned against the window frame, and stared at Qiao Hui's back motionlessly.
In just a few breaths, the tranquility of the sea was instantly broken, dark clouds covered the sky, the sun was blocked, and the sky became gloomy and dull. The sea was turbulent, the wind was howling, and the waves gradually rose from small waves, surging and crashing against the rocks and ships, making a deafening noise.
Qiao Hui whistled, and the mute guard he had seen when he boarded the boat flipped over and got off.
"——Order, the mute guards of each ship to step out!"
The mute guard raised his horn and blew two long and one short notes in the bad weather.
The rain is pouring down!
The wind howled like a monster!
Qiao Hui was seen holding the thick mast with one hand, and he told the sailors on the ship that in the pouring rain and the steaming salty mist, the "Yiyin" faced the extremely resisting wind, flexibly folded the sails, changed the height and angle of the mast canvas, and used the direction of the wind and waves to quickly find a calm gap in the impact.
Qiao Hui's back was tall and broad. He turned his eyes slightly and said to Ya Wei, "Southeast, half sail, retract 30% of the sail, and set the small sail."
Suddenly, the sound of a horn, three long and two short, three short, and one long and one short, was heard in the air.
In an instant, all ships responded quickly.
Although the wind at sea is strong, it has one advantage: it does not change direction frequently.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Qiao Hui immediately adjusted the angle according to the change in wind direction, "Southeast, one degree!"
The horn sounded again.
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