Dew on the leek, how easy it is to get bright.
The dew will set again tomorrow morning, when will the dead return?
It was a sunny day when Mrs. Lin's funeral was held. The tomb was located on Qingsonggang, a place on the outskirts of the city, very close to Taoyuan.
The Lin family's father and daughter carried the coffin out one after the other, their faces sad but calm. Together with relatives and friends within the five generations of mourning from the Lin and Fang families, they formed a funeral procession and escorted the coffin out of the city.
Xu Jiang, Zeng Zhui, Lou Yunchun, and the students escorted the group outside the city, then returned to the academy to help with the tidying up of the mess. The students were no longer as noisy as usual, only silence reigned.
Although the funeral was simple, it still lasted for more than half a month. Lin Hongchu's heart-wrenching cries, like the wails of a lost goose, echoed in Xu Jiang's ears from time to time.
Afterwards, the lengthy and complicated ceremony made people dizzy, but it also made them busy arranging the ritual rules for each link and temporarily forgetting the grief.
At this moment, the school suddenly became quiet, and people could hear the man's voice, instructions, and smile, and realized that he had really left.
Some students couldn't help crying, causing a sobbing. Lu Zhen stood beside Xu Jiang and kept wiping his tears.
The long wind whistles past, bringing thoughts into the blue sky and bringing them to the people who are far away.
Suddenly, a petal of peach blossom blew down on the wall. Xu Jiang stared at it for a long time and sighed softly, "The peach blossom has bloomed."
By the time the funeral procession returned, it was nearly dusk. Students, relatives, and friends had dispersed, leaving only Xu Jiang, Zeng Zhui, and Lou Yunchun.
After dinner, Lin Hongchu went to guard the mourning hall, and several people also went to burn incense and kowtow to Mrs. Lin.
Lin Hongchu returned the greetings to the three of them, looking even more lonely and thin as she rose and fell. Xu Jiang stepped forward and patted her hand, but she comforted her in return, saying, "Don't worry, sister, I'm fine."
Xu Jiang's eyes welled up as she heard her say softly, "The peach blossoms in Taoyuan are in full bloom, even more beautiful than our paintings." Then she smiled and said, "From now on, mother can see them every year."
"Yeah." Xu Jiang stroked her face, "We'll go see it every year from now on."
Lin Hongchu's eyes were dark and bright, and he nodded in response: "Okay."
After coming out of the mourning hall, several people said goodbye to Master Lin again.
Master Lin sent them out the door and said nothing else except, "Be careful on the road."
Xu Jiang walked halfway across the street and suddenly looked back, only to see Master Lin still standing in front of the door, staring at the white lantern in a daze.
The happy moments of the family of three hanging lanterns are still vivid in my mind, but when I woke up suddenly, I found that everyone and everything had gone, leaving only a thin man and a lonely lantern.
Zeng Zhui turned around to go back, but was stopped by Xu Jiang.
"It's been noisy enough these days, let them be quiet for a while." The father and daughter must have a lot to say to Mrs. Lin.
Zeng Zhui retracted his steps, and the three of them left silently.
Over the next few days, the spring rain continued to fall, with no sign of stopping. Contrasting the damp, gloomy weather was the eager anticipation of the results, which gathered in the various markets outside the imperial city.
Two more days.
Xu Jiang's collection has been bound and part of it has been sent to Wu Qingchuang and Dan Si, and the rest has been placed on two separate shelves.
More and more people were buying books these days, almost all of them coming for this New Collection of Elementary School Books. Meanwhile, Jisheng Bookstore had also put its paper-throwing collection on the shelves, and had held several spring gatherings to promote new books and calligraphy and paintings, including this paper-throwing collection.
In response to the occasion, after several elegant gatherings, the paper album spread among literati and ladies, becoming the most fashionable and elegant item in the capital.
They asked famous writers to copy different poems according to different types of straw paper, and published a total of six volumes, which were then grouped into a set.
As Xu Jiang expected, Jisheng Bookstore really used the banner of exclusivity and originality to sell this set of grass and flower paper at a high price of twenty taels.
She could only sell one copy for a thousand wen, or one tael.
The reason for such a high price is not only because of its exquisite workmanship, but also because the fonts used in the copy are all from famous masters.
It has to be said that Jisheng Bookstore is worthy of being the number one bookstore in the capital. Its connections, financial resources, reputation and status allow a copy of paper to have a value far beyond its original value in their hands.
When Yuan Yanyan came to the door angrily with the letter, Xu Jiang's mood, which had been depressed for more than half a month, finally relaxed and became cheerful.
"Miss, don't get wet in the rain. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"It's such a short distance, how could you get wet?"
Xu Jiang heard the sound and went out to greet her, only to see Yuan Yanyan running in front, with a maid holding an umbrella chasing after her.
As soon as Yuan Yanyan saw her, she ran over quickly and threw herself into her arms.
"Sister Xu."
"It's raining today, why did you think of coming here?"
"It's all because of this." Yuan Yanyan, holding a stack of books, pulled Xu Jiang inside. "Let's talk inside."
As soon as she entered the bookstore, she saw that there was someone else in it. She looked again and saw that it was another young man. Yuan Yanyan immediately restrained her behavior, stood up straight, and hid half of her body behind Xu Jiang.
Xu Jiang introduced him to her: "He is Liang Mo, an assistant in my shop."
Then he introduced Liang Mo, "This is Miss Yuan."
Liang Mo stood up and bowed to Yuan Yanyan, "Hello, Miss Yuan."
Yuan Yanyan nodded in return.
Seeing that she behaved like a young lady in the boudoir and had something to discuss with her boss, Liang Mo knew that his presence would cause her a lot of inconvenience, so he found an excuse and went to the street.
After the people left, Yuan Yanyan asked, "Is this the five thousand coins that replaced Hong Chu?"
Xu Jiang pinched her nose and scolded her, laughing, "You two mischievous creatures! He has a real name, why are you giving him a bad name?"
Yuan Yanyan smiled and blinked.
Xu Jiang pulled her to sit down, and then asked the maid who followed her into the room to sit down as well. Then she asked Yuan Yanyan, "We have mulberry tea and Ziyang tea. Which one would you like?"
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