Meeting the curious gaze of Zhangjiacun's village chief, Ling Jiheng smiled and said, "Zhang, how are you?"
Zhang Lizheng waved his hands hurriedly, his whole body a little stiff: "No, no, no, I'm not Lizheng anymore!"
Ling Jiheng didn't care and chatted with Zhang Maoqing about their respective situations.
Zhang Maoqing looked at the man in front of him with extraordinary bearing and gentle speech, and suddenly felt that his decision to stay away from him was a bit rash.
Obviously, the other person's knowledge and financial resources far exceed those of ordinary people like them. Shouldn't they just cling to him and wait for him to perish?
A trace of regret appeared on his face, but Ling Jiheng pretended not to see it. After saying a few polite words, he took his men away.
"Who is that? He looks so imposing. Could he be a wealthy family in the county?"
"How is that possible? Who among the wealthy families would come to this remote corner of ours?"
"But he brought servants with him. Haven't you noticed that his servants are better dressed than any of us, and they have rosy complexions and are tall!"
This is truly irrefutable.
All of Ling Jiheng's subordinates are pretty and well-proportioned.
Otherwise, Jinbao wouldn't have been coveted by the aunties and sisters in Qingshan Village and almost captured to be their son-in-law!
Of course, Ling Jiheng didn't know all this because he had already walked far away.
However, the people of Zhangjia Village were treated with courtesy by the people of Xiahe Village because they were acquainted with Ling Jiheng.
The days that were once filled with fear suddenly became easier, which I found quite unusual.
I just regretted it, I regretted it so much. After asking Song Zhaochun about the deeds of Qingshan Village, this emotion reached its peak.
Why were you so blinded at the time that you only saw people being confiscated and exiled by the emperor?
I never thought that a person who was clearly "convicted" would still have servants supporting him. Could he be an ordinary person?
At least they must be from a prominent family with some background!
That’s right, to this day, no one in Zhangjia Village knows that the Ling family was once the richest family in Jiangnan.
Otherwise, there will be trouble!
***
In Qingshan Village, Chi Xingyue got up and found that Ling Jiheng was not there, but he didn't care. He stayed on the kang for a long time before getting up yawning.
The two of them had discussed it before going to bed yesterday.
Going to Xiahe Village is to work, and it would be tiring for Chi Xingyue to go there, so it would be better for her to stay at home.
So I slept until noon and didn’t even want to eat. I just wanted to do experiments.
But Ling Jiheng had told me before leaving that I must eat breakfast.
So just as Chi Xingyue was about to go out with her hair tied up, Baozhu stopped her and said, "Second Young Master's Madam, would you like soy milk or tofu pudding?"
Chi Xingyue: "..."
"Soy milk, and two pan-fried dumplings." He called Erzhu to prepare some cheap wine and varnish.
Erzhu scratched his head, not understanding what Chi Xingyue was going to do.
However, these two things are in the backyard, and I can get a lot of them by just going there.
After Chi Xingyue finished his meal, he washed his hands and took the copper powder from the side room.
Take out a small portion, stir it with wine to make it a little thicker, then pour in the glue found in the space office.
Stir until the mixture is evenly mixed and the concentration is moderate.
Pour varnish into another portion of copper powder, stir with the same force, then pour into a sunflower-mouthed cup, and write the ingredients and ratio on the paper pressed at the bottom of the cup.
Afterwards, he used gold powder and pearl powder to make two identical "inks", lined them up and placed them on the desk.
Chi Xingyue took out a piece of red paper, spread it on the table, dipped a new brush in the special ink, and wrote the word "Fu" on the paper one by one.
To be honest, her calligraphy is average. In the words of her calligraphy teacher, it is superficial but lacks style.
Chi Xingyue was not a professional artist, so it was already good enough for him to learn simple traditional Chinese characters. He had never worked hard to achieve great accomplishments.
Now that Baozhu saw it, she exclaimed in admiration: "Wow, Madam Second Young Master, your handwriting is so beautiful!"
Chi Xingyue chuckled: "You're talking about the 'ink' I used, right? It's shiny and golden, it's really nice!"
Baozhu chuckled and scratched her head: "This servant is illiterate, but I really admire the Second Young Master's wife!"
Although this group of servants had just entered the mansion before the house was searched, they had also heard of Chi Xingyue's identity.
When she knew that the fire-making girl was valued by the second young master, she was a little envious of her good luck at first.
But after actually getting to know her, I discovered that the Second Young Master had a keen eye for talent.
Indeed, even a few young ladies from wealthy families couldn't match the Second Young Master's talent. In Baozhu's heart, she was worth it.
Chi Xingyue gently blew the gold powder dry, put the red paper with the word "Fu" written on it aside, took another piece of paper, and painted on it.
There is nothing else drawn, just lotus and other auspicious patterns.
Ordinary ink is also used. After the pattern is dry, it is slightly embellished with gold powder, and the whole painting will become particularly spiritual.
Chi Xingyue drew several pictures in a row. When she felt tired, she put the red paper aside and went to the kitchen with Baozhu to make soup.
What should I drink today? I can’t think of anything at the moment.
Chi Xingyue stretched his stiff neck, glanced at the vegetables placed in the corner, and smiled.
Hey, I’m making cabbage and tofu soup today.
This soup had simple ingredients and didn't take much time to make. It didn't take Chi Xingyue long to carry the earthenware pot to the east room.
Ling Weicheng was both happy and sad to be fed.
What makes me happy is that I can eat something different from time to time, but what makes me sad is that I can never regain my former glory.
Everything seems like a dream, and when I wake up, I return to reality.
If it had never happened, he might not have been obsessed with it.
But that feeling was so strong that it went into my bones, and it disappeared in an instant, making me feel so uncomfortable.
But too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Shu Muyun wasn't having an easy time either, but she was more respectable than Ling Weicheng and didn't show it at all.
She just refused to be intimate with Ling Weicheng at night. She always felt like she was stuck in between and it was even more uncomfortable.
Chi Xingyue's purpose of prank was completely achieved. He returned to the house, closed the door, put several sunflower cups into the space, and placed them in the building so that the gold powder inside would not dry out.
As for the red paper she used, well, just leave it there.
It is originally used to test the effect. Of course, it needs to be exposed to wind, sun and rain to see the luster of the gold powder and whether the paint will fall off.
In the afternoon, Chi Xingyue was lying on the bed resting with her round belly, when she suddenly heard someone pushing the door.
She shuddered, got out of bed, and saw Ling Jiheng coming back covered in snow.
Only then did I realize that the light in the room was extremely dim.
"It's snowing again?" Chi Xingyue hurried forward and wanted to take off his snowflake-covered cloak.
But as soon as he got close, he was stimulated by the cold air in his face and sneezed loudly.
Ling Jiheng took a few steps back and threw his cloak onto the chair.
He caught a glimpse of the red paper on the desk and walked forward. He was shocked by the word "Fu" hidden in the dark, yet sparkling with star-like light.
"Is this made of gold dust? It's so beautiful!"
Chi Xingyue saw him recognize the most expensive one at a glance and nodded with a smile: "Yes, does my husband like it?"
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