Poor Lady

Chapter 24: "Jay"

The next afternoon, Qi Surong received news from Gu Jinyun that there was indeed an ancient wine cellar buried under Yao Village. Although only a corner was dug out, after repeated investigations, it was possible to roughly estimate its scale. As long as the damage does not exceed 50%, it is worth buying.

Qi Surong smiled when she received the news, the wine cellar was definitely preserved better than Gu Jinyun expected. With it, the Gu family can have an independent winemaking workshop, and at the same time open the wine market earlier than others.

In the last life, the Gu family also traded wine, but they were not the first to profit. At that time wine was already popular in the market, the competition was fierce and the profit was meager. Everyone knows that in the shopping mall, whoever seizes the first opportunity will get the most benefit.

However, Gu Jinyun probably did not really realize the huge profits and development prospects brought by wine at this time.

"give you."

A few days later, Gu Jinyun appeared in Qi Surong's boudoir again and handed her a box.

"What is this?" Qi Surong asked while curiously opening the box lid, only to see a set of simple and exquisite wine vessels inside.

"The wine vessels unearthed during the excavation of the wine cellar are about 350 years old," Gu Jinyun explained.

Qi Surong's eyes brightened slightly, and she picked up a wine glass and watched it carefully. Made of jade, the whole body is jasper, the shape of the cup is like a column, the edge is smooth and smooth, and it is very valuable at a glance.

Qi Surong asked, "How many wine vessels have you dug up?"

"Just this one."

"Do you really want to send me?"

"Um."

"I don't know how to drink alcohol. Wouldn't it be a waste to give me something?"

"Uncle Qi can drink."

Is this to please the future husband-in-law?

"Then you should give it to him directly."

"You help me deliver."

Then how would she explain why this wine vessel passed her father and fell into her hands? After thinking about it, Qi Surong realized that Gu Jinyun wanted her to reveal to her father the fact that they had a private relationship. His mind is not "sinister"!

Qi Surong glared at him, but his face was as usual, with a magnanimous expression.

"I won't help you deliver it." Qi Surong put the wine glass back in the distance, closed the box, and pushed it to him.

"Then don't give it away, you keep it for fun." There is no reason to take back what he sent.

"Well, let's accept it for now. If you are short of money in the future, you can still use it as some money." Qi Surong replied lightly.

"Don't be, it won't make you short of money, I will support you." Gu Jinyun said seriously.

"I can't take care of me." Qi Surong pointed with his fingers, "Rouge gouache, gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, gourmet fruits, home furnishings..."

Gu Jinyun took her hand and said, "No need to count, I can afford it. But when are you willing to let me raise?"

She gave him the news of the wine cellar and gave him the recipes for two new wines. How could he not know that she actually didn't want to receive his favor in vain.

Qi Surong withdrew his hand and changed the subject: "It's getting late, you should go back to the manor."

"I'm staying for the night tonight."

Qi Surong widened her eyes in surprise.

Seeing the frightened expression on her face, Gu Jinyun twitched the corners of her mouth and said calmly, "Just joking, I'm leaving."

joking? Doesn't sound like a joke at all, okay?

Gu Jinyun left with a faint regret.

Qi Surong stared at his back disappearing into the window, speechless for a while.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Su easily pretended to be a young Zhuo Fan. After explaining Xiuzhuang's recent tasks to the embroidered girls, he took a nurse to the market.

She intends to personally see the current situation of the people mentioned in the intelligence.

The Song family was the closest to them. The Song family was not a big family, with a population of about ten people. Song Jie, the head of the Song family, was originally a clerk of history, assisting the minister of household registration and financial affairs. Although he had little power, he knew the population distribution and financial income of the whole Weiguo well.

He was affected by the investigation and was banished from the court. Although Qi Surong didn't know whether he was really misbehaving, he was one of the officials who could be rehabilitated in the future.

The property of the Song family, like the Qi family, was confiscated by the court. Those who have lost their financial resources, relying only on the support of their relatives and friends, must not live well. It may be able to support in a short time, but in a long time, I am afraid it will not be optimistic.

Song Jie is a typical literati. Qi Surong estimates that he is not good at doing business, nor can he afford to be sent to him.

When passing a temple, Qi Surong suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man outside the temple. He squatted under a stone statue, with a low table in front of him and a curtain hanging next to it, with the words "write letters, draft paper, and inscribe poems on fans".

Qi Surong walked over and sat down at the low table.

The man asked without raising his head, "What's the guest's order?"

"I want to ask you to write a word for me."

"What character?" the man asked while setting up the pen and paper.

"Jay (Jay)."

The man's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Qi Surong. The person before the meeting was only a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy, and he was calm.

"Just write the word 'Jay'?" he asked.

"Yes." Qi Surong nodded.

The man raised his pen suspiciously, and the character "Jie" was quickly written.

Qi Surong took the white paper and looked at it, and said, "It was originally round, thick and stable, but it was a little less eloquent. Even violent and brutal, and people standing on the side, are not conducive to the front."

She pointed to the position of the word "Xi".

The man took a closer look and found that he was absent-minded just now, and he wrote a little less.

"Please help me make up." Qi Surong handed him the paper again.

"I'm sorry." The man quickly filled in a little.

Qi Surong said: "Autumn frost is solemn, summer is hot, new flowers are fresh and old flowers are flooded, the world is warm and cold, and there is no need to say anything."

She folded the paper, put it in her sleeve, left a tael of silver, and got up to leave.

"Please stay, I don't know what to call a young man? What's the meaning of this?"

Qi Surong said again: "The Book of Recognizing Names by the Saint of Baihutong has it said: Hundreds of people are called Jun, thousands of people are called Ying, and thousands of people are called Jie. The honorable and powerful, the Junjie is in the throne, and I inscribe a word today, I hope you will stand in the future towards."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, no matter what was called from behind, she never looked back.

The man stared blankly at "him"'s back, and whispered what "he" just said: "Autumn is frosty, summer is hot, new flowers are fresh and old flowers are flooded, the world is warm and cold, and there is no need to say anything..."

This statement implies a mystery and a foreshadowing. Where is the inscription? Clearly calling on him.

Who is this son, and why are you telling him this?

Qi Surong came here today just to meet Song Jie, and to get acquainted with him by the way of the inscription, so that we can meet in the future. But after seeing the character "Jie" written by him, she suddenly had an idea, pretending to be mysterious to help him measure the characters, and encouraging each other with prophecy.

With his talent and learning, he should be enlightened, and it is more effective than making excuses for friendship.

Qi Surong took out the rice paper on which the word "Jie" was written, and felt that he really had the talent to be a magic stick. Put this piece of paper away first, and keep it as a souvenir.

She didn't know at the moment that this word would be worth a thousand dollars in the future. Anyone who bears the word will get a promise from the Song family.

After that, Qi Surong went to Lu's house again, but unfortunately she didn't see the person she wanted to see, so she had to come back disappointed.

While walking through the market, she accidentally saw an acquaintance, it was Su Bao's teacher, Mr. Xu Chen Xu.

At the moment, he is holding a flute, disregarding his image to ask a hawker for advice and bargaining. He looked calm, but the hawker was full of resentment. Seeing that he was about to turn his face, he didn't know what Xu Chen said again. The hawker was unwilling to trade the flute to him at a low price.

"Haha, little brother, thank you very much, I will definitely come back next time." Xu Chen said with a smile.

"Please don't come here. In order to save three pennies, you have been entangled with me for half an hour, and the servant has taken it!"

Qi Surong couldn't help but laugh. Although he knew that Xu Chen acted without any circumstance, he didn't know that he was here casually.

Playing the flute, Xu Chen walked in the direction of Qi Surong and passed her.

When Qi Surong was about to pretend to be a stranger and move on, Xu Chen's voice suddenly came from behind: "Stay."

He walked to Qi Surong in a few steps, looked up and down, and said, "Qi... young master?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Qi Surong's eyes, and then calmly said, "Your Excellency has mistaken the person, my surname is 'Zhuo'."

Xu Chen said with a smile: "Zhuo ... young master doesn't know something. His nose is different from ordinary people. As long as it's someone I've met, I can smell it."

"Smell it out?" Is your Excellency a dog? Qi Surong looked at him with a strange expression.

"Meeting is fate, I don't know Zhuo... Is the young master willing to sit down with you in the teahouse? Last time I said goodbye in a hurry, I have been thinking about it all the time. I hope to have a chat with you." Xu Chen clearly recognized her, but he didn't care about her. "Young Master Zhuo" called out loudly.

Qi Surong sighed and smiled, "Please."

The two came to the teahouse, each ordered a cup of tea and sipped it quietly.

"Master Zhuo, I like you very much." Xu Chen suddenly said something surprising.

"Pfft." Qi Surong almost didn't spray his face with a sip of tea.

"Or rather, I admire you very much." Xu Chen's expression was as usual, calm.

Can you hold your breath? Qi Surong gave him a sideways glance.

"Through my younger brother, I have been friends with you for a long time. Your understanding of me has also surprised me." Xu Chen asked, "Why does Young Master Zhuo know me so well?"

Qi Surong put down the teacup and replied, "I also listened to what an elder said, and I heard that you act freely and unrestrainedly, and you are a talented hermit."

"Which elder do you know?" Xu Chen asked.

"Presumably Mr. Xu doesn't know him."

"Oh." Xu Chen raised his eyebrows and took a sip from the teacup with a smile.

After a while, he suddenly chanted: "The blossoms are not like a hundred flowers, and the independent and sparse hedges are not exhausted. It is better to die with the fragrance of the branches, and why have they been blown by the north wind. This poem is really amazing, and the person who wrote the poem is very beautiful. Miss Qi must be a smart and flexible woman."

"It's just a woman and child, how much knowledge can you have?"

"Do you really think so?" Xu Chen looked at her with a half-smile.

"So what?"

Xu Chen nodded his forehead and said, "However, I really want to accept this woman as a disciple. I wonder if she is willing?"

"What? Accept...she is a disciple?" Qi Surong said in surprise, "You don't mind that she is a woman, so you're not afraid of attracting criticism?"

"I had some scruples before. I'm not afraid of criticism, but I can't damage her reputation. But now..." Xu Chen pointed out, "I think she might want a new identity that is convenient for walking."

Qi Surong's eyes lit up, she thought about it for a moment, and said, "Mr. Xu has a strong record of knowledge and extraordinary knowledge. That Miss Qi should respect you as a teacher."

"Then use tea instead of wine, and I wish you another good gold and jade."

Qi Surong picked up the teacup and touched him.

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