Chapter 12 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 12 Blessings are more than enough, the best...
Fang Shu couldn't understand why everything Yu Qinglong made was so interesting.
He had been to the town many times, and had also been to the county, the prefecture, and even the provincial capital, but he had never seen these little things for sale.
Poor people couldn't afford these little things, and rich people thought they were a waste of time. But in his opinion, doing these things was a process of self-cultivation, so how could it be bad?
He loved it so much! He really wanted to pull Yu Qinglong over and ask him to teach him how to do it.
But Yu Qinglong happened to be a boy.
Fang Shu held the small waterwheel and said to Mo Xiaoning, "Sister Mo, could you please ask this young man if he wants to sell this? It looks very interesting to me."
Mo Xiaoning said, "Of course it's possible, but how much does Mr. Fang want to pay for it?"
Fang Shu said, "Fifty cents, please."
Mo Xiaoning wondered how expensive such a small thing could be! But upon closer inspection, she saw that it was indeed interestingly made. The small water buckets were lifelike and seemed to actually rotate when filled with water. She had seen these water wheels when she visited relatives in the county town.
But fifty wen was still too much. Fifty wen could buy two dou of rice. Mo Xiaoning thought to himself as he went to ask Yu Qinglong if he wanted to sell the small waterwheel. Yu Qinglong said yes without hesitation and asked Mo Xiaoning to help tell Fang Shu.
Later, the small waterwheel also belonged to Fang Shu, and Yu Qinglong received another fifty coins.
Now he had a huge sum of one hundred coins!
However, when Mo Xiaoning asked if the waterwheel was for sale, she forgot about what words Yu Qinglong had asked her to engrave on it. She went to Fang Shu to ask again.
Fang Shu said, "I wonder what this young man from the Yu family wants."
How could Mo Xiaoning know what the request was? He thought about asking Yu Qinglong again. Then he thought it was too troublesome, so he said, "I'm here, my father and children are here too, and I didn't ask you two to get along privately, so just ask directly."
So Fang Shu went into the house for acupuncture, and Yu Qinglong took a bench and sat outside.
Yu Qinglong said he wanted to carve some auspicious words on it to see if he could sell it in town. Fang Shu thought for a moment and said, "Then maybe you could suggest your brother carve the eight characters 'Slow and steady flow, the more you turn, the more you gain.'"
...Isn't it a bit too rustic?
Yu Qinglong felt that this was not something a scholar should have thought of. After all, in this era, this statement was a bit too vulgar.
"But if it's written like this, will the nobles buy it?" he asked.
"I'm not selling it to a noble," Fang Shu said. "The Book of Changes says that water brings prosperity. Water represents wealth. Water is a symbol of wealth. Business people love it the most. That's why these words are engraved on the waterwheel to attract wealth, so it can be sold easily. You're selling it to someone who's seeking wealth."
Yes! Why didn’t he think of it?
Yu Qinglong immediately understood and felt that the scholar was indeed quite intelligent!
He suddenly discovered that Fang Shu's mind was quite flexible, and he was not the pedantic type who only cared about trivial matters and forgot about real life.
Yu Qinglong said, "Thank you, Master Fang. Master Fang, since you're not a businessman, what would you write on this little waterwheel if you bought it?"
Fang Shu lay sprawled on his cot, pricked like a hedgehog. Today, he even had a needle stuck in his head. He'd been worried about the little windlass for days, and hadn't slept well. He had a headache, so Doctor Mo gave him acupuncture on his head as well.
With a "thorn" on his head, he thought for a moment and said, "If it were me, I would carve 'When water and wood meet, there will be more blessings'."
Doctor Mo was preparing medicine after giving the injection. Upon hearing this, he turned around and glanced at Fang Shu. His eyes were a bit strange, as if he doubted whether he had heard it wrongly.
Yu Qinglong didn't think too much about it. Having more than enough blessings was naturally good. Perhaps Fang Xiucai's ideals were just that simple.
He asked his master to help write down these words, otherwise his second brother would not know how to carve them. But Doctor Mo said, "Let's wait for Master Fang to take out the needle and let him write. His handwriting is much better than mine."
When carpenters carve characters, they also have to look at the original characters and carve them exactly as they are. Not all characters can be made beautiful after looking at them.
Yu Qinglong felt that his master's words made sense, so he continued, "Mr. Fang, if you like these small wooden ornaments, my second brother might be able to meet you later. It would be cheaper for him to meet you. If it's not convenient for you to come, you can ask him to find you."
It was only a few miles away, and if he could make money, his second brother would definitely not be reluctant to travel that distance.
Fang Shu said, "Oh, I dare not. If my mother knew I bought these, she would chop me up and burn me for firewood. No, no, no. Doctor Mo, please don't let my mother know about this, otherwise I will be in great trouble."
Doctor Mo smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tell anyone."
Yu Qinglong stopped chatting with Fang Shu. Even though his master and Sister Mo were there, it was not good to talk too much.
He continued to recite the Three Character Classic and learn Chinese characters with Liang Mo.
Paper and pens were too expensive, so they wrote on the ground in the yard, erasing it once and writing again. This was a natural calligraphy and painting field. If Sister Mo needed any help, he would still lend a hand to her.
After about an hour, Fang Shu finished the treatment.
He got on the ox cart carrying the cloth bag that Yu Qinglong brought over. He wanted to say a few more words to Yu Qinglong, but he felt it was inconvenient, so he gave up.
But the more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. How could he be just a boy? If he was a man, wouldn't he be able to become his best friend?
Alas! It is true that eight out of ten things in life are not as we wish.
Fang Shu's mood was a mixture of sadness and joy. He was overjoyed when he saw the contents of the cloth bag. But then he thought about the fact that Yu Qinglong was a boy, and he felt that this was such an unfortunate coincidence, which was really heartbreaking.
As he slowly drove the oxcart out of the village, Hu Bo noticed that the object in the man's arms looked very familiar. That cloth bag, that patch, looked like something Yu Qinglong had taken that morning. How did it end up in this man's hands?
Good Yu Qinglong, who can't tell his family, secretly meets a man at Doctor Mo's house! How dare this bitch?
Hu Bo was trembling with anger. Although he had never spoken to Fang Shu, he recognized him. His second aunt lived in Xiaxi Village, and he had seen this man from afar when he went to her house. He was standing with several other men, chatting about something. When he looked over, he only had eyes for this man.
The other person is handsome, well-educated, and comes from a well-off family. Which guy wouldn't want to marry her?
But the other party never proposed marriage. Some people said that he was waiting to find a suitable match after he passed the imperial examination, while others said that the scholar was interested in girls, not boys.
He was secretly depressed, knowing that it was almost impossible for him to marry Fang Shu. But Fang Shu was not engaged, so he couldn't help but imagine whether he could really marry a scholar.
But who would have thought of seeing this scene!
How dare Yu Qinglong come into contact with this person!
Hu Bo's teeth were itching with hatred. He knew about the fight between Yu Qinglong and Yu Qingfa that day, but he didn't leave the courtyard that day. He was afraid that Yu Qingfa, the naive man, would accidentally reveal their meeting and damage his reputation. So he only heard later that Mr. Fang and his father seemed to have visited their village that day.
If he had known earlier, he would have gone to Dr. Mo's house!
Hu Bo watched the ox cart going farther and farther away, and the gray cloth bag became more and more annoying. He suddenly felt brave and ran desperately in the direction of the ox cart.
He seemed to be in a hurry to do something and did not dare to stop for a moment. He ran past the ox cart without looking back, passing through the fort like a gust of wind.
Fang Shu glanced at him in confusion.
Hu Bo kept running forward until he was almost ten meters farther than Fang Shu's ox cart. Suddenly, he cried out "Ouch!" and fell heavily to the ground.
Hu Bo covered his foot: "Ah! It hurts!"
Fang Shu: "..." He looked like a bro! He couldn't have anything to do with him!
But what if he is really injured?
Fang Shu suddenly remembered Yu Qinglong's wailing a few days ago, so he said in shock, "Hey, little brother, get up quickly! There's a poisonous scorpion under your leg!"
Hu Bo had never expected such a situation. He jumped up in shock and asked, "Where is it?"
Fang Shu: "..." Sure enough, everything in the storybook is true. Those who suddenly collapse in front of a handsome scholar and cry out in pain and grievance are all "goblins"!
Someone who actually fell in front of a stranger would only feel embarrassed and embarrassed, so why would they immediately think of letting the stranger know how hurt they were? It wasn't a serious injury, just a twisted ankle, so they could just be strong and walk back slowly. If they were in real pain, they would feel embarrassed and ask for help. How could this person be like that?
Not to mention the distant past, let’s just talk about Yu Qinglong. He got beaten quite a bit in the fight that day, but didn’t he ever cry out in pain?
The guy in front of me is definitely not a good boy!
Mr. Fang quickly patted his own yellow cattle and said as if he was avoiding the plague: "Salted egg yolk, hurry up and go!"
The ox mooed and picked up its pace a little, but it was still very slow. The scholar on the cart seemed the only one in a hurry. He kept a close eye on his little wooden toy while urging the ox to go faster.
Hu Bo: “…”
Hu Bo was furious and embarrassed. He knew he had been discovered and couldn't hold back, so he looked around. Seeing no one around, he asked loudly, "What is your relationship with Yu Qinglong?"
When Mr. Fang heard the three words "Yu Qinglong", he instinctively became more cautious. He simply didn't answer the question and drove the ox cart away.
As he drove the cattle, he said, "Although the salted egg yolks and the egg whites from Grandma Wang's house next door are good, you can't go to see them secretly, okay? We can't be shameless cattle!"
Even if Hu Bo was dumb, he knew this was a veiled attack. He was so angry that his face turned blue and red.
But Fang Xiucai drove his car but did not go home. He went to his good friend's house to ask him a question and wanted to hear his opinion.
This friend was from the same village as him. His name was Wusheng, and his courtesy name was Changjie. He was a blacksmith. His family had been blacksmiths for three generations, and they even owned a shop in town, so they made a good living.
The two are good friends who grew up together. One likes wood and stone, and the other likes iron and copper ingots.
Wu Sheng often worked as a blacksmith. Although he was not as tall as Fang Shu, his muscles were well-developed and prominent. He was working with his bare chest when he heard a familiar sound of a cow mooing.
So he put down his work, went to get a hot bowl of tea and put it on the square table at the side: "As soon as your family called Egg Yolk, I knew you were coming."
Fang Shu didn't hesitate when he arrived at his friend's house. Knowing that Wu Sheng was probably the only one home during the day, he gulped down half a bowl of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Changjie, I'm really worried about something right now. Can you give me some advice?"
"What's the matter?" Wu Sheng also made himself a cup of tea, but it was herbal tea. He sat next to Fang Shu and said, "Tell me about it."
"Is there anyone else in your family?"
"No. My father and my eldest brother are in the shop. My mother is out thinning out the crops in the fields."
"That's good." Fang Shu nodded, but still spoke softly, "I met an interesting person who is particularly good at making wooden toys. I have never seen anything he made."
"Then you should get to know him and let him teach you."
"But the problem is, the other party is a brother!"
"Married?"
"No."
"What does it look like?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"Just answer the question."
"Hmm...it looks good. At least I think it looks good."
Yu Qinglong wasn't what most people would consider a handsome guy, but he felt very handsome. This kind of beauty had nothing to do with gender; it was a kind of beauty that couldn't be seen but could be felt, a solid beauty that dared to fight for life with all things.
He felt that Yu Qinglong was quite different from the people here, but he couldn't explain exactly how.
"That's easy, isn't it?" Wu Sheng said with a smile, "Why don't you just marry him? You can even have him make wooden toys for you every day."
“?!!”
H-How can this be possible?!
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