Before the two of them left, Xu Jiang handed the set of "Tracing the Origins of Cultural Traces" to Du Hui and said, "I will entrust this matter to you, sir."
Yuan Zuzhi felt a pang of anger in his stomach. "Some people brought back a set of 'Tracing the Origin of Cultural Traces', while I brought back a set of 'Qingxin Jing'."
The "Pure Heart Sutra" was brought back to poach his people.
"Don't you have a few jars of rouge wine?"
"Shall I exchange wine for this book?"
"Oh."
The two of them went out arguing, then called Lou Jing and went to Lou's house together, probably to discuss the matter of Zhao Xiu.
After seeing everyone off, Xu Jiang stood at the door and stared at the alley in a daze. He always felt empty, as if he had missed something.
"Oh!" Liang Mo exclaimed in the yard, then he ran out and said to her, "Boss, Mr. Du has left Zeng Zhui behind!"
She slapped her forehead and said, "I said I seemed to have forgotten something!" Then she stretched her neck to look, but there was no sign of Du Hui's carriage.
Zeng Zhui drank a jar of peach blossom wine, a jar of pear wine, and a jar of rice wine. He was so drunk that he passed out and was now sleeping soundly on the Liangyi couch.
Xu Jiang looked at Liang Mo eagerly.
Liang Mo sighed deeply, resigned himself to his fate, led the donkey out, helped Zeng Zhui onto it, and carried it back to the Du Mansion.
"Be careful on the road." Xu Jiang waved to the two men and the donkey.
The people left.
She breathed a long sigh of relief. She could rest for a while, then sort out the plates, old books, calligraphy, and paintings, selecting a batch first. Once Lou Yunchun's affairs were settled, she would take them to the government office for registration, get the official seal of approval, publish new books, and expand the book collection.
She believed that even if she did not publish "Tracing the Origins of Cultural Heritage", she could still move forward steadily.
Thinking of Lou Yunchun, Xu Jiang first smiled, then sighed. She turned her head to look at her bookstore, as if looking at her own heart, and then she saw the wooden couch at the innermost part.
There is already a place for him here, exactly as it is, tailor-made for him. I'm afraid it can't be removed or vacated.
She stared at the bookstore sign for a long time, then rubbed her eyes.
Oh, don't think about it anymore. There will always be a way when you reach the mountain. As long as she and he are of the same mind, there will always be a way.
After the book-appreciating banquet, Xu Jiang rested for a few days. Although she said she was resting, she was actually not idle.
In the past few days, she took apart the leftover bamboo from the banquet and made two kinds of incense, one with bamboo juice and the other with bamboo branches. After the incense was made, she named them Qingyu and Poyan respectively.
She cuts young bamboo into sections and places them diagonally over a charcoal fire. She then warms the bamboo and drains the water. The filtered water is called bamboo water. This water is not only used to make incense, but also has the effects of clearing away heat, calming nerves, moistening dryness, and removing phlegm. It can be drunk directly.
After refining the bamboo juice, use it to boil bamboo needles. When it turns into bamboo color, drain the water, mix it with white rattan gum powder, blend and knead it into a fragrant tower, and place it in a cool place.
After drying in the shade, the fragrance is ready.
This fragrance is light and quiet, and it smells like the breeze blowing through bamboo, ethereal and distant, making it most suitable for meditation and enlightenment.
Because it turns light green after becoming incense, it is named Qingyu, which also means that a gentleman is like jade.
It is best matched with Zhuchun.
Another recipe for breaking rocks is to take bamboo branches, chop them into small pieces, boil them in soy milk for a quarter of an hour, boil them in water for a quarter of an hour, and then boil them in tea for half an hour.
During this time, wash and dry the fresh orange leaves, pound them into powder, and stack them layer by layer with the cooked bamboo slices in a jar. After sealing, steam them in a steamer for one hour.
After steaming, remove the bamboo strips and leave them in a cool, dry place for five days without opening. After five days, remove the bamboo strips and pound them into bamboo powder, then store them in an incense jar.
This incense cannot be exposed to open flames. It is smoked over a piece of porcelain to create a scent of grass and wood, which brings people into the scene of "entering an ancient temple in the early morning, with the first rays of sunlight shining on the tall forest."
Xu Jiang named it Poyan because it has to be repeatedly refined to become incense, like a bamboo breaking through the rocks and finally seeing the light of day.
While making incense, Xu Jiang's gluttony started to rise again, so she went to Yuan's house to ask for some young bamboo and roasted some bamboo rice.
The aroma of the bamboo tube rice rushed out, attracting the shopkeeper Wang from next door, and also tempted Liang Mo so much that he couldn't hold the carving knife steadily and had to use up a lot of knives.
In the end, the three of them gathered in the backyard and ate a lot of black food.
To make bamboo tube rice, first mix glutinous rice, glutinous rice, and red beans and soak them for an hour. Once softened and drained, add a little sugar water to mix. Then, place the mixture into a bamboo tube, seal it, and slowly bake it. Stir frequently during baking, otherwise the rice will be unevenly cooked and taste bad.
After being roasted, the bamboo tube rice is split open with a knife. The aroma of beans and rice and the fresh fragrance of young bamboo are released from the charcoal fire, stirring people's stomachs. The red bean rice wrapped in grayish-white bamboo skin is so tempting that it makes people drool.
One bite and your mouth will be filled with soft, sweet taste, and you won’t be able to stop.
After the rock was broken, news finally came from the Holy Book Bureau.
Zhou Huai was dismissed from his post, and Zhou Shancai was flogged fifty times and ordered to return the money owed to the buyer and pay double the amount. As soon as the news got out, the Jisheng Bookstore was swarmed with debt collectors.
Three thousand taels suddenly became nine thousand taels. I guess it’s time for the young master of the silk shop to take revenge.
Xu Jiang quickly sorted out the list of books and samples, handed the bookstore to Liang Mo, and rode his donkey to the government office.
The yamen was quite crowded, but fortunately, the yamen runners maintained order, so she didn't have to wait too long. After registering and reporting, she ran into the chief clerk, who recognized her and a gentle smile crossed his previously solemn face.
"Greetings, Master Zhubu."
"Are you here to register too?"
"Exactly."
The chief clerk looked at the increasingly long queue and sighed, "The imperial tomb rites have been a long and arduous process for the emperor, but now we can finally have some relief."
Xu Jiang bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your justice that day at the Taikang Restaurant."
The chief clerk hurriedly helped her up and said shamefacedly, "I dare not accept the gift and take the credit. The credit goes to the Dali Temple. If the Dali Temple had not uncovered Zhou Huai's crimes, there would not be such a grand occasion today."
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