Poor family mother and son

"Invite investment" is a word Qiu Sheng has never heard before, but he understands it as soon as he hears it, so he also understands that Chu Qing has paved the way for his future.

He came to help Chu Qing sincerely, but Chu Qing also sincerely wanted to "drive" him away. Qiu Sheng's eyes were red: "Auntie..."

"Okay," Chu Qing smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Every generation has its own long march, and each generation has its own responsibilities;
You have been living in poverty for more than ten years, not just to repay your kindness, but also to realize your ideals and aspirations. There is no limit to the distance between mountains and seas. "

Although Qiu Sheng came to the southernmost part of Daxuan to help Chu Qing build a fiefdom, Chu Qing would never let such a place hinder his future.

Qiu Sheng is not a particularly smart child, but he is honest, diligent, and able to maintain a pure conscience. This is more valuable than anything else.

Chu Qing wanted this place to become his stepping stone and climbing ladder, helping him take the first step in his official career and giving him as much support as possible.

With "Happiness Lamp Oil" and "Happiness Ink" as the pillar industries of Xingfu County, they can drive other industries. Qiu Sheng's political performance as an official here will not be bad, and his promotion will not be too late.

In particular, Chu Qing believed that the emperor would not keep people who had outstanding political achievements and were valued by Duke Yongan in the Yongan Mansion for too long.

In this way, it will be beneficial to Qiu Sheng's official career.

How do you say that?

True love does not bind, but fulfills.

This is not just about love, but also family affection.

Chu Qing cared for Qiu Sheng in every possible way, and also "cared" for the Secret Investigation Department's directorate in Yong'an Mansion.

After Chu Qing's suggestion, Hu Hengqiu indeed sent more manpower to the Yong'an Mansion Directorate, and the personnel were in place. However, it was obvious that the Secret Investigation Department did not have enough money.

There are more people but no increase in funds, so that the Yong'an Mansion Council's food level has dropped sharply, and it can hardly afford the fodder for the only horse.

Alas, the Board of Directors is simply a picked child - no one cares about it.

Therefore, Lord Yong'an showed concern and said, "Xiangzi, find someone to go to the board of directors and tell them that I have got some good horses here. Ask them if they want them. If you want them, come and pick them out."

Chu Qing adjusted the wick of the kerosene lamp as he spoke: "By the way, go fill up ten more bottles of lamp oil and let people take them away when they arrive."

Xiangzi smiled playfully: "Hey, our father-in-law doesn't need your three-branched candlestick now that he has lamp oil?"

Only then did Chu Qing remember that she hadn't used the candlestick she picked up for a long time.

I don’t know if Baijiaxing and the others brought them with them when they moved from Linyang County.

Xiangzi teased Chu Qing and asked another question: "Boss, are you sending lamp oil to the board of directors, aren't you afraid that they will report it again, and then someone will ask us for it?"

When Chu Qing reported to Hu Hengqiu that the Yong'an Mansion Council had too few staff, he just made it clear that he was not afraid of being monitored.

It not only reassures the emperor, but also makes the emperor feel uneasy - Your Majesty, if you want to feel at ease, then be nice to me. Otherwise, you see, I am not afraid of your surveillance, which means that if I really want to do something, No matter what the action, you can't stop it.

Chu Qing said: "Without their talk, how could our lamp oil be promoted so quickly? But don't worry, we only sell or rent our products, we don't give them away for free."

Xiangzi: "Boss, are you using lamp oil to entice people to buy it?"

Chu Qing: "Isn't that necessary! Think about it, the emperor used the lamp oil that the emperor said was good, and the emperor used ink that he said was great... tsk tsk!"

Chu Qing began to imagine the scene of counting banknotes and getting cramps in his hands.

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The emperor has been very sad recently. He found that since Chu Qing stopped giving him money, he couldn't save any money even if he wanted to.

Right now, there is a transparent glass kerosene lamp placed on the imperial desk. This lamp alone outshines the other lamps and candles in the imperial study room.Although the smell is not as good as beeswax and white wax, it is bright and forbidden to burn. It has been so long, and there seems to be no shortage of lamp oil.

What should I do if I know that this lamp oil is here to seduce my money, but I just can’t refuse?
"There was once a rare opportunity placed in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I regretted it only when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this." The emperor murmured his true feelings. .

Eunuch Li looked outside the imperial study room door and saw that Hu Hengqiu had gone away.

Well, no one heard the emperor muttering to himself, not even the old slave.

"Ling Hai." The emperor called.

"Your Majesty, this old slave is here." Eunuch Li swallowed. Is he just doomed?

"Grind ink," the emperor ordered.

Emma, ​​fortunately, you don't have to answer the emperor's "self-talk".

Eunuch Li stepped forward. There was an ebony box placed on the imperial desk. It was completely black, square and simple, with no patterns or decorations, and only three words written in gold lacquer: Happy Ink.

When opened, there are palm-sized round hammer-pattern plain ink blocks, half-length Ruyi-shaped carved ink blocks, and lotus leaf-shaped ink blocks with double-sided embossed auspicious cloud patterns.

There are six pieces in a box, each piece is different, but the same color is extremely black, smooth and delicate, with a slight blue-green sheen.

"Oh, this ink is very thick," Eunuch Li pressed and pushed the ink in his hand and said, "Although it is not easy to dissolve, once it is melted, your Majesty, you see, the old slave just rubbed it twice and it became so thick. .”

There are two methods of grinding ink: grinding and grinding. Grinding ink is a straight push back and forth, while grinding ink is a circular motion. Grinding ink is faster, but grinding ink is more delicate.

Eunuch Li held the inkstone in his hand and poured two more drops of water into it. He stopped, waited for the ink to melt naturally, and said, "The taste is okay. Although there is no spice, it is not choking."

The emperor played with the Ruyi-shaped ink ingot. It felt heavy and hard.

Pick up the pen, dip the tip of the pen with a little water, then wet it with ink, and then make a few strokes. The word "Ju" appears on the paper. The emperor praised: "The ink is like oil, and a little bit is like paint."

I dipped some more ink in it and continued to write two words on the paper: treasure and basin.

The cornucopia.

They were all thrown into Yong'an Mansion, which had nothing, and there was still room for new things.

"This ink..." The emperor hesitated, swallowed the comment he wanted to make, and changed the word: "It smells a bit stinky!"

Eunuch Li didn't even raise his eyelids.

got used to.

Ever since Duke Yong'an spat on both the Emperor and Mr. Hu, the Emperor has never said anything good about Duke Yong'an.

The ink is obviously very good, but it smells bad!
Just ask which ink doesn’t stink?
Wood, coal, and even lard are all used to burn smoke to make ink. Which one doesn't stink?
Moreover, it is ink, and it contains perishable animal glue. Which one is not smelly?
In order to cover up the stink, many inks have spices added to them. Can't the stink still be detected?
It's just that the literati smelled it a lot and thought it was elegant, so they insisted on talking about the fragrance of ink.

"It smells so bad, it's worthless!" the emperor said again.

The words were squeezed out from between the teeth, with a hint of gritting teeth.

Eunuch Li stepped back and stayed away from the emperor.

The setting sun slanted down, and the sunlight hit the hem of the emperor's robe. There was dust flying in the beam, which seemed to be very cheerful. It made the emperor feel a little lonely.
Eunuch Li couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The sun sets in the west, and people who have no money are baring their teeth.