Chapter 477 We also have a mine
The top floor of Jinxiao Pavilion has endless views.
Wenren Yuebai was wearing a snow-white velvet blanket and sitting by the south-facing window, looking out in a daze.
Jinxiao Pavilion is the tallest building in the entire capital city, overlooking the scenery of the entire city... but in the end, it can only overlook the scenery of the capital city.
His gaze retracted a few inches and fell on the thick stack of letter papers in his hand.
Those were all sent from Lingnan. The edge of the letter at the bottom was a little worn, and it was obvious that it had been opened and read countless times.
There was a simple drawing on the envelope of each letter. Some were flowers, birds, fish and insects, and some were symbols of unknown meaning. Even she herself often could not guess her little ideas.
And the letter at the top... was all about money houses and business, as well as how to solve the problem with Xianglai's shop, and it didn't say anything else.
There aren't even any stick figures anymore.
Was it because I was too busy that I forgot...
The light in Wenren Yuebai's eyes dimmed a little.
Wenren Yuebai gently folded the letter, revealing a few lines of words written in pencil on the back of the letter.
“I met Lanlan in Nanzhou and was very happy.
I think I will be able to return to Beijing next month.
You must remember to pick me up.
I won’t say any more, I’ve been very busy lately, please don’t worry.”
Very busy again.
Wenren Yuebai sighed imperceptibly, smiled helplessly, and was about to put the letter away when his eyes suddenly froze and stayed on those lines of text again.
Doesn't she hate pedantic writers the most? She didn't expect that they would play such word games.
Wenren Yuebai repeated those four words several times in his mind, and the two faint red clouds on his cheeks floated to his ears in an instant. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't suppress it no matter what.
At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
After getting permission, the bank manager gently pushed the door open and walked in. He was slightly stunned when he saw Wenren Yuebai's appearance.
Wenren Gongzi usually doesn't talk much. He stays alone most of the time, as quiet as the falling snow outside the window. When others talk to him, they can't help but lower their voices for fear of disturbing him.
But now he was giving her such a gentle and ambiguous smile... Could it be that I had made some mistake and was going to be fired! ?
The manager couldn't help but shiver, feeling extremely nervous and unable to speak clearly.
"Master Wenren... Madam Hui from the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion just came here and has already mortgaged... Xianglaier's shop for a loan."
The steward looked up at him nervously, then reminded him:
"But the shop is only used as collateral. If the Xue family's winery makes a profit within a year, it can still be redeemed..."
Wenren Yuebai's voice was like the spring breeze in March, gently caressing the face, yet mixed with a hint of the coldness of the remaining winter snow.
“They can’t make back their money.”
Wenren Yuebai smiled faintly at the steward, "You go and get busy."
The steward felt as if he had been pardoned, and he bowed and left quickly.
Great, my job is saved!
Wenren Yuebai, who was behind the screen, picked up a tall and thin glass wine glass on the table, grasped the cup with his slender fingers, and shook it gently.
The liquid in the glass wine glass is dark red, exuding a faint floral and fruity aroma, with a long-lasting wine flavor.
…
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
As spring arrives, colorful wild flowers are blooming in the mountains and fields of Lingnan, bringing vitality to the area.
Zhu Lan slowly opened his eyes on the huge and soft bed. The sun was shining outside the window and the sound of orioles was melodiously singing.
She stretched, took a few breaths of fresh air, washed up and went downstairs.
There were many craftsmen busy on the island. When they saw her, they greeted her with a smile, and Zhu Lan responded one by one.
She came to the small garden that had been cleared. The exotic flowers and trees waiting to be transplanted had not yet arrived, and many large holes had been dug in the garden, making it look a little messy.
In the corner, there was a small vegetable garden that Zhu Lan had opened up, where he planted some vegetables, melons and fruits.
Zhu Lan filled some soil with his own hands, watered and fertilized the plants very skillfully, and when he saw a new bud sprouted on a tomato branch, he couldn't help but smile.
"Lanlan!"
Qiao Youyou was still far away when the voice came over.
Zhu Lan turned around and smiled: "Are you done?"
Qiao Youyou had just returned to the island from Nanzhou City by boat, and said happily:
"The Biquan Village Poetry Festival is almost ready, and the invitations have been sent out.
I have also invited many big businessmen to come in the name of Jinxiao Pavilion. It won’t be long before this Nanzhou City will be bustling with activity!
Oh, there are a few more things—"
Qiao Youyou took out a few letters from her arms and suddenly put on a mysterious smile.
"These are the letters that have just been sent from the capital. Take a look."
Zhu Lan opened the first letter, which was from Zhou Da.
Zhou Da said in the letter that he had carefully studied the green ore that Zhu Lan had asked someone to send back to the capital, and found that the structure of this ore was extremely stable. If it could be used to make pigments for painting, it could last for thousands of years without fading.
In addition, he also proposed further improvement plans for the simple filter made by Zhu Lan, which can filter out most of the harmful substances in the water.
"Business opportunity, this is a business opportunity!" Qiao Youyou said excitedly.
“The land in Nanzhou is barren and not suitable for farming. Farming in the Biquan Village area is even more difficult due to geological problems.
I have already discussed this with the village chief and the prefect, and will start mining the ore as soon as the approval arrives.
Daliang's literary style flourished, and many scholars practiced calligraphy and painting. In the capital, one coin of high-quality pigment could be sold for three hundred coins, not to mention such a rare mineral pigment. Wouldn't the dignitaries be crazy about it?
The villagers of Biquan Village have already learned the process of pigment production in advance. When the time comes, they will use local materials and sell the mineral pigments they have made..."
Qiao Youyou crossed her fingers, her eyes shining, as if she saw mountains of gold and silver.
“From now on, we will also own mines.
Within three years, Biquan Village will definitely become the richest village in the entire Nanzhou!
As an investor, I can certainly make a lot of money, hehe!"
After hearing this, Zhu Lan couldn't help but give a thumbs up and expressed his sincere admiration.
Then Qiao Youyou opened the second letter and handed it to Zhu Lan.
It was sent by Wenren Yuebai.
Zhu Lan read the first page first. The letter roughly described Xiang Lai'er's situation.
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