Ye Chunqiu was silent, but he opened the door and came out, Ye Jing had already placed dishes and chopsticks under the locust tree in front of the court, and beckoned Ye Chunqiu and said: "Chunqiu, go clean your hands, have you woken up and have a little dinner, and fill your stomach." ” Ye Chunqiu sighed, washed his hands very obediently, and returned to the locust tree, dinner was ready, Ye Chunqiu said unhurriedly: "Dad, what about the second uncle?"
Ye Jing served Ye Chunqiu a meal, and said: "Oh, he has socialized with his friends, but I'm afraid that he won't come back tonight, he has a hard time at home."
Ye Chunqiu nodded: "Dad, even if you are a relative, if you can help, you can only help once, you can't end up endlessly, so I borrowed twenty taels of silver from him, don't borrow it again in the future." ” Ye Jing knew that Ye Chunqiu knew about this, he knew that Ye Chunqiu was a little unhappy, and he was busy laughing and groaning: "Okay, only this once, not as an example, eat, eat, after eating, Dad still has to write articles, Taibaiji always urges me to write articles, Dad made it clear to them, poetry and songs are not written, Dad does not have this talent, of course, he does not want to put his mind on this, Bagu can try, don't blame if the writing is not good." ” Ye Chunqiu couldn't help laughing, at this time it was close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, after eating, the full moon was hung high like a jade plate, although there was no candle in front of the courtyard, but it was also a hazy light, the father and son sat in front of the court to admire the moon, Ye Jing raised his eyes and looked at the moon, and said: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, but I don't know if your mother is good, hey she is in the sky, it must be very cold." ” Ye Chunqiu, the unmasked mother, did not have any impression in her memory, but seeing Ye Jing's gloomy face, Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but be silent, and tried to construct an image of a loving mother in her heart, and then smiled: "Dad, if my mother knew that we are like now, I don't know how happy she would be." ” "Hmm."
Ye Jing nodded and said very depressedly: "I'll go to compose, let's rest early in the spring and autumn." ” Ye Jing returned to the room, his eyes were already moist, he endured his sadness, spread out the paper to compose, and he couldn't write for a while, so he wrote on the paper in a daze: "Ten years of life and death are not thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation, even if you don't know each other, dusty, sideburns like frost" The handwriting on the back has become more and more sloppy, and it is difficult to distinguish.
Ye Chunqiu looked at Ye Jing's room, the lonely figure under the shadow of the lamp, he sighed softly, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, is it a reunion But in this small family, it seems that there is always a lack of someone, okay, people should be happy when they live, and they shouldn't think about what they have.
There was nothing to say all night, until the next day, Ye Chunqiu took the knife, and then started a day of morning exercises, although this knife is as thin as a cicada's wings, the weight is not light, compared to the previous short sword, but more test physical strength, Ye Chunqiu only practiced two incense, then a little out of breath, gritted his teeth and persevered for half an hour, the whole person began to lose his strength a little, he put the knife, but his heart was a little satisfied, everything is difficult at the beginning, at first when he used the short sword, it was also difficult, after getting used to it, it was good.
Just about to take a bath, he took the clothes to dry under the eaves, and saw the firewood door pushed open, Ye Song came in with a sleepy face, he obviously didn't sleep all night, the whole person was extremely tired, and even walked a little shaky, seeing Ye Chunqiu, he was not as attentive as yesterday, just yawned and greeted: "Oh, Chunqiu, I got up so early, good, very good, work hard."
He staggered into the room that Ye Jing had cleaned up for him.
Ye Chunqiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, just treated him as air, bathed, had breakfast, and went back to the room to worry about Pingwei's article, what style should be used, how to write it I didn't have a clue for a while, so I simply started to practice calligraphy.
At noon, the second uncle was still sleeping, Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing had lunch, Ye Jing had recovered his mood, and said with a smile that a few Ningbo fellow villagers invited him to drink tea, and brought some food when he came back, so that Ye Chunqiu didn't have to rush to dinner, Ye Chunqiu responded one by one, but he thought of dealing with this second uncle and being alone with the second uncle, so he felt that it was not interesting.
As soon as Ye Jing left, Ye Chunqiu locked his door and went out.
He arrived outside the women's medical hall, but because it was still early, he sat idly in the tea shop opposite the door and drank tea, facing the window, counting the cars and horses entering the medical hall, in fact, early morning should be the peak period for women to enter the medical hall, but even if it was only noon, there were still dozens of cars and sedans entering.
Ye Chunqiu calculated in his heart, in this way, there are only as many as two hundred female customers in a day, and the number is growing rapidly, and this female medical hall will have a lot to do in the future.
When it got dark, Ye Chunqiu sneaked into the medical hall, still at this time the account room was still lit, Ye Chunqiu knocked on the door, a girl inside opened the door, saw Ye Chunqiu, looked a little surprised, Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes, and saw Wang Xizhi leaning on the case, writing something, very serious, engrossed.
Ye Chunqiu shushed at this girl, stepped in, and saw Miss Wang under the shadow of the lamp writing Juanxiu's small characters on the paper, her writing was actually good, Ye Chunqiu was observing, holding her beautiful words and her own small block comparison, Wang Xizhi wrote, there was already fine sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but say: "Chunmei, bring a sweat towel for me." ” The sweat towel was handed to her, her face was slightly flushed, and she spit out the breath of orchid faintly, took the sweat towel and was about to wipe the sweat on her forehead.
"Ya Gongzi is here," Wang Xi was cramped.
In order not to embarrass her, Ye Chunqiu looked down at what was written on her paper, and couldn't help but say, "Miss Wang, what is this?"
Wang Xizhi shook his head, but seemed to be in a calmer mood, and said: "There are many shops in Hangzhou, I asked my father to help me inquire, there are silk shops, jewelry shops, rouge gouache, and some tailor shops, well, there are some gadgets, let's just say this silk shop, Hangzhou is a little famous, there are more than 20 of them, son, you see, Zhangjiabu shop is also in it." ” Ye Chunqiu nodded and said with interest: "Miss Wang, do you have any novel ideas?"
As if encouraged, Wang Xizhi continued: "The current medical hall is different from the past, let's just say that this silk, and now in the medical hall, seven or eight horses can be sold every day, and the son doesn't know that this amount is already very remarkable; Ordinary shops, even in a bustling downtown and employing more than a dozen guys, may not have such sales.
Speaking of this, Wang Xizhi paused for a moment, and continued with some nervousness: "I have an idea." aa2705221: