Off-season vegetables were snatched up by wealthy families in Mengshan.
Some people heard that glass was used to build greenhouses, so they bought a lot of glass and tried to grow their own vegetables.
The glass workshop once again made a lot of money.
Hu Yulin drove to Rong's house and smiled broadly when he saw Rong Xi. It happened that Qin Ke was away from home, so he and Rong Xi chatted in the study for half a day and were very happy.
"Brother Xuanshi, why don't you stay for dinner?" Rong Xi asked sincerely.
Hu Yulin has been running around these days and has been really hard-working. Rong Xi feels ashamed and wants to entertain his close friend as a token of gratitude.
Hu Yulin naturally wanted it very much.
At 3 p.m., Qin Ke returned home from the workshop and saw Hu Yulin and Rong Xi chatting happily, so he called Liang Siwen over.
"When will Hu Shaodong arrive at the house?"
Seeing that he looked normal, Liang Siwen answered honestly: "I came before noon."
"Always in the study?" Qin Ke had a blank expression on his face.
However, he always had a cold expression on his face, so Liang Siwen didn't care and nodded, "That's true."
Qin Ke was silent for a few breaths, then turned around and went to the study.
"Father," Liang Siwen suddenly asked, "When will you return to Beijing?"
Qin Ke looked at him inexplicably, "You want to return to Beijing?"
"No," Liang Siwen waved his hands repeatedly, looking embarrassed, "I was just asking."
It’s best not to return to Beijing!
Before Qin Ke reached the study, he saw the door open and two people walked out. Hu Yulin's eyes were gentle and fell on Rong Xi's face, as if he was admiring beautiful jewelry.
One hand lightly rested on Rong Xi's shoulder, which looked quite intimate.
"Da Lang, I heard that you created your own arithmetic, and the algorithm is very different from the ordinary ones, and it is very convenient. I wonder if you can show it to me?"
Hu Yulin was a businessman who was good at keeping accounts and had a deep knowledge of arithmetic. He was very interested in Rong Xi's "self-compiled" arithmetic book.
Rong Xi smiled and replied, "I'll get it for you after dinner."
The two walked side by side, and when they reached the corner, they suddenly met Qin Ke.
"Brother Sizhi?" Rong Xi's eyes were filled with surprise. "You're back."
Hu Yulin bowed and said, "Greetings, Prince."
Qin Ke nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Please trouble Hu Shaodong to wait in the main hall. Dalang and I want to discuss the workshop."
After saying that, he grabbed Rong Xi's wrist, rushed into the study, and closed the door neatly.
Hu Yulin stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly. He has always had a keen intuition and could sense that Prince Qin was somewhat dissatisfied with him.
Moreover, the Prince of Qin seemed to treat Dalang very differently from others. Was it really because of Dalang's ability?
study.
Rong Xi thought Qin Ke had something important to discuss, so he asked, "What's going on in the workshop?"
"Because the new materials need to be fired, the workshop has built several kilns." Qin Ke took his hands and played with them carefully. "You mentioned before that new fertilizer needs to be fired. You can fire it in the workshop kiln in the future."
Don't go to Hu's kiln again.
Rong Xi also felt that this method was convenient, and nodded in agreement without hesitation.
"In addition to new fertilizer, I also want to make glassware."
The boy's palms were soft, with slight calluses, and felt cool to the touch. Qin Ke rubbed it carefully until his palms became warm, but he was reluctant to let go.
"You are the leader of the workshop," Qin Ke said with a gentle look in his eyes and a domineering tone, "No matter what you are making, no one dares to stop you."
"It's great to have you." Rong Xi smiled happily, looking both bright and lovely.
Qin Ke couldn't help but lower his head, but suddenly heard the sound of Rong Xi's belly rumbling.
The rumbling sound of her stomach broke the ambiguity, Qin Ke had no choice but to stroke her hair and said, "Let's go and have dinner."
Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly took his hand, climbed onto his shoulder, stood up on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of his lips.
Before Qin Ke could come to his senses, Rong Xi had already rushed out with his heart pounding wildly.
Just now he was seduced by the beauty, and somehow he did such a thing! He had never been in love with anyone, nor did he know that the touch of lips could be like an electric shock, making people intoxicated.
Although it's just the corner of the lips, it's soft enough.
When he entered the hall, the heat on his cheeks had not yet subsided, so Rong Xi lowered his head and sipped the drink to hide the embarrassment on his face.
Hu Yulin noticed that his expression was unusual and asked hurriedly, "Da Lang, what's the matter?"
"No problem," Rong Xi said with an apologetic smile, "Brother Xuanshi, wait a moment. I will go and tell Mr. Liu to prepare the meal."
He had already prepared the meal himself and was waiting for Qin Ke to return home so that he could eat.
In a moment, the meal was ready.
The six people in the hall were all silent.
Chen Chuangu raised his head, his eyes swept across the faces of the two people, and he sighed secretly, thinking that every time Hu Yulin came to Rong's house, Qin would definitely be unhappy.
After the meal, Rong Xi went to find Cui Feng and asked him to lend the book to Hu Yulin for a few days.
Nowadays, children start school very soon and have barely learned to read, so it is not a big deal to postpone the arithmetic course.
After receiving the book, Hu Yulin returned satisfied.
Rong Xi stood in front of the house, watching the moonlight gradually rising and the hills in the distance, and there was only peace and tranquility in his heart.
"Da Lang."
Qin Ke called softly from behind him.
"Brother Sizhi, would you like to enjoy the night view with me?" Rong Xi turned around and asked with a smile.
Under the dim sky, the young man was pure and flawless, with a tall and slender figure, and a smile between his eyebrows. He suddenly entered my heart, how could I bear to refuse him?
“It’s my honor.”
The two of them walked together to the foot of a mountain in the wilderness. The moonlight was hazy, and only the swaying of the trees in the mountains could be heard.
Qin Ke took off his fur coat and spread it on the ground.
The two of them sat side by side with their knees bent, looking up at the sky and appreciating the brilliance of the stars and the moon together.
"Does Dalang have a nickname?" Qin Ke asked suddenly while holding his left hand.
Nickname?
Rong Xi shook his head. It didn’t exist in the previous life, and it doesn’t exist in this life either.
In his previous life, his name was a combination of his parents' surnames, his father's surname was Rong and his mother's surname was Xi.
In this life, according to the memory of his original body, his name was originally "Xi", which means a trickle, but it is the upper reaches of a river.
However, when it was recorded in the family tree, for some reason, the water character was omitted, and it became "Xi".
The family tree cannot be easily changed, so we can only make the best of it.
I know this because after learning calligraphy, I found out that the word "兮" has a derogatory meaning, so I asked Rong's father, and Rong's father gave me this explanation.
"I don't have a nickname." Rong Xi lay back, crossed his arms behind his head.
Although she had a faint smile on her face, she made people feel distressed for no reason.
Qin Ke was silent for a few breaths, and suddenly said: "In ancient times, there was a divine horse called Lu Xi. Dalang's talent is comparable to the divine horse among horses, which makes people marvel and admire him."
Rong Xi was so happy that he had to rack his brains to comfort himself.
Seeing that his mood had improved, Qin Ke stared at him and said, "How about I give you a nickname, Lulu?"
"I'm an adult now, why do I need a nickname?" Rong Xi was confused.
Qin Ke said in a very low voice, "Everyone else calls you Dalang, but to you, I should be different from others, right?"
The great God of War of Wei actually cares about such details.
Rong Xi laughed to himself and said jokingly, "It's hard to pronounce. Change it."
He smiled slyly, "You are of noble status, a prince of a county, it is not disrespectful for you to choose a name for me. Although I have not been crowned yet, you can still call me by my name in private."
Qin Ke's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought for a while, but felt his mind was blank. He felt that no matter what word he used, it was not enough to match Rong Xi.
He racked his brains but still couldn't get a word. Seeing Rong Xi closing his eyes leisurely with a happy expression, his heart suddenly felt as if filled with honey and his lips raised with a smile.
"Da Lang's talent and vision are higher than the sky and deeper than the ocean. Forgive my incompetence, I can only name him 'Lanzhi'."
It is not a trickling stream, but a mighty wave.
Rong Xi was very happy, and suddenly sat up, his eyes as bright as the bright moon, "Qin Sizhi, 'Lanzhi' is very good."
"Well, Lanzhi is very good." Qin Ke smiled slightly at the corners of his eyes.
He reached out and stroked Rong Xi's cheek, his eyes deep, and slowly lowered his head.
Rong Xi was about to close his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.
Qin Ke reacted very quickly. He grabbed Rong Xi's shoulders with one hand and leaned back, letting Rong Xi lie on top of him.
The moonlight was cold and the footsteps suddenly stopped.
Rong Xi rested his head on Qin Ke's chest, his ears filled with the sound of his heartbeat. He raised his head quietly, only to see the man's protruding Adam's apple and delicate chin.
The cold fragrance enters the nose faintly.
Fortunately, the two people were blocked by the withered yellow bushes, and the visitor did not see them.
The rustling of clothes continued to be heard, mixed with the low moans of men and women, and Rong Xi was suddenly shocked.
Someone is having sex in secret!
Qin Ke had sharp ears and eyes, so he heard more clearly. The sounds of kissing and low moans continued to invade his ears. He held the boy in his arms and gradually felt his mouth dry.
The pair of wild mandarin ducks kept entangled with each other, and Rong Xi dared not breathe or move at all.
After a long time, the clouds and rain finally stopped, and the visitors left together.
Rong Xi felt his limbs go numb. He took a deep breath and tried to stand up.
"Lanzhi."
In the silent wilderness, the voice still sounds dark.
Rong Xi's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head and crashed into a deep pool.
Like a dark fire growing.
In panic, he quickly got up, took two steps forward, and turned his back to Qin Ke, feeling quite uncomfortable.
"Brother Sizhi, please go back home."
Qin Ke was secretly annoyed with himself for being so reckless. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, and with a little help, he quickly stood up.
"Okay, let's go back home."
The moon was as cool as water. Rong Xi lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
It was not until the hour of Chou that he fell asleep suddenly.
In the hazy state, there seemed to be a hot body entwined with his, as if reaching the clouds.
At the hour of Mao the next day, Rong Xi woke up with a start and felt suddenly wet and cold somewhere. In shame and anger, he changed into new clothes and quietly went to the well to fetch water to wash his clothes.
"Lanzhi?"
Suddenly hearing a familiar voice behind him, Rong Xi turned around with the basin in his arms, his eyes filled with surprise.
God of War Qin was in the habit of getting up early every day to exercise. Rong Xi had always known this, but he did not expect to run into it so easily.
"Brother Sizhi, I..."
Qin Ke's eyes fell on the wooden basin, and he smiled as if he understood, and said, "The water is cold in winter and it hurts your hands. I'll wash them for you."
“No need!” Rong Xi stepped back, his eyes showing refusal, “Brother Sizhi, go and strengthen your body, I will do it myself.”
After saying that, he slipped away swiftly like a frightened little white rabbit.
Speaking of which, Rong Dalang's zodiac sign is indeed rabbit.
After breakfast, Rong Xi sat alone in the study and wrote down the method of making fertilizer in detail on paper. Qin Ke went to the workshop to supervise the work himself.
After a while, faint crying sounds were heard outside the yard.
Rong Xi called Liu Zishi and asked, "Who is crying?"
Liu Zishi was practicing martial arts and didn't know what happened, so he replied, "Sir, I'll go and find out."
Soon, Liu Xiaonian came back, looking worried, and said, "My dear, it's Shi Erlang who is crying."
Rong's house adopted fifteen children, thirteen of whom were boys, ranked according to age.
Shierlang is an orphan, both his parents have passed away, and he is only nine years old now.
Rong Xi's heart softened when he heard this, so he got up and went outside the house, where he saw Shi Er Lang squatting in the corner of the school, hugging his knees and crying.
This place was only separated from Rong Xi's study by a wall, and Rong Xi heard the crying sound.
The other boys all stood by the wall to comfort Twelve Lang.
When he saw Rong Xi coming, he bowed immediately. Shi Erlang stopped crying suddenly and did not dare to raise his head to see Rong Xi.
"What happened?" Rong Xi asked gently.
The boys all respected and loved Rong Xi, and would answer every question they asked.
"My dear, New Year's Eve is approaching. Twelve-year-old is crying because he misses his parents, but he accidentally disturbed you."
Shi Erlang felt guilty.
If he had known that it would disturb the man, he would have stayed away from him!
"My dear, it's my fault." The nine-year-old child said in a hoarse voice, holding back tears.
Rong Xi chuckled, "What's wrong with crying because you miss your parents?"
He reached out his hand to wipe Twelve Lang's tears, and said in a soothing tone, "Although your father and mother have turned into stars in the sky and are far away from you, you still have a home, and this is it."
Perhaps he was too gentle, Shi Erlang was moved and shed tears silently.
"My dear, you are so kind."
Liu Zishi was standing by and was proud of it, "My dear, you are the best man in the world!"
Rong Xi was both amused and sad.
After comforting Shi Er Lang, he remembered that New Year's Eve was indeed approaching.
Will Qin Ke return to Beijing?
There are still more than twenty days left, but Rong Xi feels that the time is too short.
A few days later, Rong Xi brought the drawings to the workshop and handed them to Cheng Hao.
"Uncle Cheng, everything on the paper is raw material. Could you help me find it?"
If he wanted to make phosphate fertilizer, he needed phosphate rock, dolomite or serpentine, etc. He used coke, melted it at high temperature, then cooled the molten material in water, dried it, and ground it into powder.
Cheng Hao readily agreed, "I'll send someone to look for it right away."
He called a strong servant and gave him instructions.
"Da Lang, I wonder what you want to make?" Cheng Hao was very curious.
Rong Xi told him frankly, "I want to make new fertilizer to help the crops grow."
"It's actually used for farming?" Cheng Hao laughed heartily, "This is a great good!"
All the people want is to have enough food and clothing.
Rong Xi nodded, "I only hope that the people can have enough food and clothing, and not be cold or hungry."
He smiled and changed the subject, "Uncle Cheng, is the kiln in the workshop available?"
"Haha," Cheng Hao teased him, "It was built for Dalang. If you can't use it, who would dare to use it?"
"Uncle Cheng, please don't laugh at me," Rong Xi said with a helpless smile, "I wonder where the prince is?"
After breakfast, Qin Ke left home and went to the workshop alone. Why was there no one in the workshop?
Cheng Hao pointed in the direction of the kiln, "The prince is having fun with the kiln workers."
His expression was quite puzzling.
Rong Xi smiled lightly, "I'm going to look for the prince."
Having said this, he walked towards the kiln.
Inside the kiln, the workers were firing blue bricks and cement, and Qin Ke was indeed among the workers.
"Brother Sizhi."
Qin Ke was sweating from the hot stove when he heard Rong Xi's voice and turned around abruptly.
"Lan...Da Lang, do you want to make new utensils?" After being surprised, he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, moved away from the hot stove, and then asked.
Seeing his cheeks flushed from the heat, Rong Xi felt a little distressed and asked, "Why did you cook it yourself?"
"I had nothing to do, so I asked the kiln worker for advice on how to fire the pottery." Qin Ke answered casually, then asked, "You left the house alone? Didn't you ask Zishi to accompany you?"
He looked serious, as if he was worried and frightened.
"The guards are hiding in the dark, don't worry."
After Rong Xi finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to him, and said jokingly: "Since the prince has learned the firing method, why don't you take a look for me to see if these utensils can be fired?"
Qin Ke unfolded the paper and took a closer look. He saw that the glassware on the paper were all exquisite and elegant, and his eyes lit up.
"Lan Zhi must be really clever," he smiled helplessly, "Forgive me for my lack of talent and inability to make it."
Rong Xi took the paper back, pretending to be proud, and said with a smile: "Qin Gong is incapable, I will go find other skilled craftsmen."
"Rong Dalang."
Qin Ke held his wrist, and seeing Rong Xi looking back in surprise, he chuckled and said, "We'll go back together later."
"Um."
On the way back, snow and mud and red flames walked side by side.
Rong Xi was sitting on his horse, looking at the desolate scene, and suddenly asked Qin Ke: "Are you going back to Beijing on New Year's Eve?"
The question was so abrupt that Qin Ke was stunned.
He had been so busy with the work in the workshop that he hadn't noticed that the end of the year was approaching.
The two were silent for a moment, and Rong Xi smiled gently and said, "On New Year's Eve, you should reunite with your family. I have my second brother and Zishi to accompany me, which is enough."
Having said that, Qin Ke was extremely reluctant.
Less than a month after our reunion, we were faced with separation again.
"Lanzhi," Qin Ke said solemnly, "I will return to Linxi before the Lantern Festival."
A few days later, Qin Ke, Liang Siwen and Chen Chuangu were ready to set off.
Liang Siwen looked depressed and said goodbye to the master and servants of Rong's house reluctantly.
After the three of them returned to Beijing, Rong Xi felt depressed and counted the days every day to calculate the time for their reunion.
Years ago, the caravan finally returned to Mengshan and handed over a sufficient number of Baidiezi to Rong Xi as agreed.
Thanks to the white folded paper, Rong Xi finally felt happy.
The author has something to say:
Rong Xi: “Lanzhi” is very good. (You picked a great word!)
Qin Ke: Well, Lanzhi is very good. (You are so nice!)
Author: (rolling eyes) Is it okay to flatter each other in business?
ps: TuóXi: a divine horse in ancient times.
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