Chapter 0040 Hobbies
After noon, Huang Yanjiong went to say goodbye to Qu Yunmie.
Before Xiao Rong got the handwritten letter, he couldn't stay in Chenliu forever. Whether he wanted to send troops or prepare the gold, silver and jewelry that Xiao Rong specifically requested, he had to go back to Jianning.
Originally, he planned to stay for two or three more days to test Qu Yunmie's strength before leaving. However, Zhou Liang defected, which caught him off guard. Now he is very angry and just wants to return to his territory as soon as possible.
As for the three conditions proposed by Xiao Rong at the beginning, Huang Yanjiong negotiated with him non-stop at that time, and his words and deeds showed that he did not want to agree. However, today when he came in front of Qu Yunmie, he suddenly changed his mind and said that as long as he got the handwritten letter, he would agree to all three conditions.
When Huang Yanjiong left, Xiao Rong was not present. Qu Yunmie and Gao Xunzhi received him. After hearing Gao Xunzhi's retelling, Xiao Rong understood that he had made up his mind to kill Huang Keji. ...
Qu Yunmie was suppressed to this extent just because he owed Huang Yanqin a favor. Huang Yanjiong was not stupid. How could he leave a promise that could be used as evidence and hand over all his large family property to others? Xiao Rong made such a request at the beginning, but he also wanted to force him and make him think that he was forcing him. On the one hand, it would reduce his vigilance; on the other hand, in his expected result, Huang Yanjiong should bargain with him and finally agree to give Huang Keji some tangible benefits. With these benefits, Huang Keji would no longer be so isolated and helpless. After really following Huang Yanjiong back to Jianning, he would not have to return to the situation of relying on others again.
But what no one expected was that Huang Yanjiong agreed.
The reason why he even agreed to such an outrageous request was simply because Huang Yanjiong knew that it would never come true. Chenliu was so far from Jianning, and Huang Keji died unexpectedly. Even if Qu Yunmie knew that it was not that simple, he could not blame him openly.
After being in the Zhenbei Army for a long time, Xiao Rong couldn't help but feel a little resistant to such real intrigues and deceptions. He didn't show up in the subsequent banquets. He didn't prepare a banquet for Huang Yanjiong when he came, but he couldn't be so rude when he left. He came from afar and was a guest. Even if everyone didn't get along well and couldn't enjoy the food at all, he had to do this courtesy.
They sang and danced in the front yard. These new singers and dancers were all kept by the former governor of Chenliu. He wanted to take them away, but Xiao Rong refused. The Zhenbei Army was in need of them. If they couldn't even invite a few dancers to a banquet, what would it look like? He couldn't ask him to dance himself. ... Although he was a little itchy, Xiao Rong lost interest when he thought about how people of this era viewed these dancers.
He doesn't want to be looked down upon.
The governor of Chenliu didn't know that Xiao Rong was thinking this way. When he learned that the Zhenbei Army didn't confiscate anything but detained the beautiful singers and dancers in his mansion, his expression was a little strange. ...
At the same time, the front yard was bustling with activity, but Xiao Rong's side was very quiet.
They had just finished dinner. Xiao Rong was looking over Xiao Yi's homework of the past two days, while the old lady was walking briskly, looking around in Xiao Rong's room.
Sometimes she said there was a missing cushion, sometimes she said the color of his clothes was not nice. She kept talking to herself and it didn't matter if no one communicated with her. Ashu just stood there bored, as long as the old lady didn't make trouble, it was fine.
Xiao Yi looked at Xiao Rong nervously. Xiao Rong had not yet told him the title. He wrote this article on the way to Chenliu. When he learned that Xiao Rong wanted to read it, he revised it overnight and copied it onto high-quality paper.
Nowadays, paper is divided into several grades, and each has its own name. Xiao Rong could not remember so many complicated things. He only knew that some papers could be sold at the price of gold, some at the price of silver, and some were sought after by all scholars, but the price was staggering.
The last type is usually associated with the reputation of the supernatural or literary masters, but no matter which one it is, it is sold by aristocratic families.
Papermaking was not rare, but the paper made by common people was very brittle and not smooth enough. Common people were illiterate and did not use paper for daily chores, so no one specialized in this. The noble families had been improving papermaking, and now the best paper has reached the level of cooked rice paper, which absorbs water slowly but is easy to shape, making it the best choice for daily use.
It was probably one or two hundred years later that genuine rice paper officially entered every household. Now it is a luxury item. According to the shopkeeper who sells it, mica, cinnabar, gold powder and rosin are added to it. No one can tell whether they are added or not. After all, the finished product is this kind of white and slightly yellow paper, and only the protruding fibers can be captured by the naked eye.
Anyway, that's what people say, and none of the things he listed are cheap, so naturally the price of this paper is more expensive.
When Xiao Rong left, Xiao Yi gave all the remaining high-quality papers to Xiao Rong. He kept 20 sheets for himself as a souvenir, and he would never dare to use them normally. But now, because it was the first time Xiao Rong checked his homework, he was nervous and copied it on the high-quality papers.
Xiao Yi was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. However, he never expected that Xiao Rong was actually looking at mosquito coils. ... So obscure.
The highest level of his literary ability is that he can understand traditional Chinese characters. Even punctuation is something he learned slowly after he reached this age. Although Xiao Yi is young, he could hold a pen when he was old enough to walk. The Xiao family is counting on the two brothers to bring glory to the family again. As Xiao Yi grows up, reading is the only thing he has to do.
Xiao Rong would not show it even though he found it very difficult to read. After all, he knew how much his adopted brother adored him, and he did not want to step down from the altar.
Xiao Rong pretended to read the last line, put the paper down, then raised his head and smiled at Xiao Yi: "Very good, but there is still room for improvement."
Xiao Yi dared to breathe again. He lowered his head, looking a little lost, but soon he raised his head again and clenched his fist towards Xiao Rong firmly: "Next time I won't let big brother down again!"
Xiao Rong: “…………”
Next time you should show it to others.
After a pause, Xiao Rong picked up the paper again, twisted the paper to feel its thickness, and felt the fineness of the paper. Xiao Rong frowned and said, "Yier, where did you buy this paper?"
Xiao Yi was stunned. He pursed his lips and subconsciously looked at the old lady and Ashu. The former was muttering about what kind of needle and thread to buy to make clothes for Xiao Rong, while the latter was daydreaming.
Xiao Yi heaved a sigh of relief, then moved closer to Xiao Rong and whispered, "Brother, I didn't buy it. It's the share from the main branch."
Xiao Rong blinked, and after a while he asked in surprise, "Even paper?"
As expected of an old family, so arrogant! The Xiao family used up this high-quality paper for a long time before only a little more than a knife was left. Their family was driven out forty years ago. After forty years, they still have so much left. How much did they have to give out at the beginning!
Xiao Yi glanced at the two people over there again, and then whispered to Xiao Rong: "Brother, this paper is called Xiaogong Paper. It was invented by Xiao Situ, the ancestor of the Xiao family. It is still one of the main sources of profit for the main branch of the Xiao family."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He spent a long time wondering who was so wicked as to sell paper at the same price as gold. It turned out to be the family he was registered under.
His mood was a bit complicated, and looking down at the paper, Xiao Rong's mood became even more complicated.
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