Chapter 22 Strange
Yang Qin made the black mud balls into small mud cakes and poked round holes in them with branches. Now he finally understood why his sister-in-law said it was "lotus root charcoal" , this appearance is really similar to lotus root.
Yang Qin looked at Xie Yuyan: "Can this make a fire?"
"Let it dry for three days," Xie Yuyan said, "It can be used after it is completely dry."
Zhang Shi said: "I'll take a look, and I'm sure nothing will go wrong."
Xie Yuyan nodded. There will be lawyers coming tomorrow. According to her inference, the Yang family will definitely be busy for several days. After dealing with the lawyer, the lotus root charcoal was ready, and they moved on to the next step.
Ms. Zhang went to the kitchen to cook, and Xie Yuyan stopped Yang Qin: "Brother Qin, bring the 'Prodigy Poems.'"
When the Queen Mother Xie was in Ci'an Palace, she liked Listening to people tell stories, but there are no storytellers now, so Xie Yuyan can only make do with it and listen to Yang Qin recite poems.
Ms. Zhang looked at the flames in the stove and heard the sound of Brother Qin reading in her ears. Her eyes slowly moistened, but when the tears slipped down, a smile appeared on her face.
The next day was the day of Yang Liulang's funeral.
Yong'anfang was crowded with onlookers early in the morning, many of whom were unfamiliar faces. Although the fact that the Yang family asked a lawyer to write a petition was not widely known in Daming Mansion, nearby neighbors heard the news.
They had not seen the resurrected person before, so they came to see the excitement.
“That’s Yang Liulang’s wife, right?”
“Looking at her mourning clothes and her age, she should be.”
“Let me have a look too, she’s come back from the dead. What does the person look like? ”
"Oh, she is a pretty little lady."
The crowd followed Yang Liulang's funeral procession all the way out of the city. Wang Hechun rode on his horse and looked at the thin figure beside Yang Liulang's coffin.
After a group of people walked over, He Tan's voice came from beside them: "Now 'Xie Shiniang' is also famous."
Wang Hechun nodded: "In two days, tea She's storyteller will also mention this case."
He Tan said: "So, it's really strange that I don't need to order people to spread the case. Every time we want to do something, this' Xie Shiniang will do it in advance.”
"However, with this reputation, neither the Xie family nor the Yang family dare to attack her easily."
"That little lady is indeed smart. If it were anyone else, she would either be imprisoned by the Yang family or hinder her. It's rare to avoid etiquette like this."
"If I had known it was so easy," He Tan looked at Wang Hechun, "I wouldn't have asked you to come."
"Why do you need Wang Hechun to get this 'Xie Shiniang'?"
He Tan especially likes to provoke his cousin with words. Since the battle in Xixia, Wang Hechun rarely shows his emotions in public, and lives like a painting. people.
No one knew what Wang Hechun did during this battle, not even He Tan could tell a single word.
To He Tan's disappointment, Wang Hechun's expression remained calm. He urged his horse forward and ran away from the funeral procession: "Brother, do you know what to do next?"
He Tan carefully After thinking for a while: "Promote Yang Mingjing to be the deputy envoy of Yong'an Fangfang?"
The figure of Xie Yuyan flashed in Wang Hechun's mind: "This is the job left by the 'Xie Shiniang' to my brother." Maybe it would be better to say so. It's a bit strange, but it's true.
Wang Hechun has seen many smart people since he was a child. Those who come in and out of his house every day, and those who talk loudly with his father in the study. There are many female family members in the clan who are not inferior to the men. There are too many people who judge the situation.
However, he can arrange everyone around him properly within a few days...
There are not many people who have such means and ability.
This is not about sizing up the situation, but about habitually placing yourself at the center and using everyone around you to make them most useful.
He Tan and he should be among them.
Such a method is somewhat similar to what Emperor Mu of Chui Gong Palace said. Wang Hechun also felt strange that he could actually think of these things for a woman.
“As Yang Mingjing becomes deputy envoy, the Xie family will definitely be suspicious of him,” He Tan said. “Yang Mingjing will have no way out, so we can try to get more information out of him.”
After saying this, He Tan realized that Wang Hechun's words were a bit strange.
"You said this is the job left for me by 'Xie Shiniang'?"
He Tan couldn't agree with this. He shook his head: "Don't think too much. Maybe she does use I have resorted to some means, but it is just to gain a foothold in the Yang family, it has to be like this.”
Wang Hechun looked at the crowd chasing the Yang family's team and running to join in the fun, narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing. He Tan knew that it meant disapproval.
The woman who was robbed and sold is alone and helpless, so what if she gives some thought? He Tan didn't think there was anything wrong: "It won't be a big deal for a helpless woman to use my name. You don't need to take it to heart."
Wang Hechun said: " As long as brother doesn't care..."
The two were silent all the way. When they arrived at the door of the government office, He Tan spoke again: "But since 'Xie Shiniang' is so smart, can she be ordered to do something else? "
Wang Hechun said: "What does brother want her to do?"
He Tan didn't think about it for a moment.
Wang Hechun walked straight forward and left a sentence for a while: "She has done everything that my brother can think of, and she will also do what my brother can't think of..."
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Tong Chen was sitting on a chair, listening to the students reciting the meaning of the scriptures. Somehow, he suddenly became interested and wrote a poem on rice paper.
After winter, Tong Chen had no interest in writing, except for the fact that it was too cold and he didn't want to stretch his hands out of his robe sleeves.
It's extremely warm in the house today.
Tong Chen looked down and saw that there were still only two charcoal basins there.
Maybe because of the good weather.
Mr. Tong was so happy that he kept the students for an extra hour. What he didn't know was that after school, three or four students gathered outside the courtyard and did not leave immediately. Yang Qin, who was surrounded in the middle, was taking things out of his backpack and giving them to his senior brothers.
Several children had expressions of gratitude on their faces.
"Seven pieces of lotus root charcoal per person," Yang Qin said with a smile on his face, "My sister-in-law said that as long as someone in the village can come to buy it, we will cover the lotus root charcoal for several senior brothers. These seven yuan are free, senior brother. Let's go back and give it to the family to try it out."
They all know that lotus root charcoal is very useful. This is what Mr. Chen used in the house today. Chen Ping got closer to the charcoal basin and the frostbite on his hands was covered. Roasted and itchy.
Chen Ping said: "If it's good, I'll give you money."
"No need," Yang Qin said with a smile, "My sister-in-law also said that people in the village bought too much and still wanted to pour it. I’ll give you some money!”
Chen Ping would never believe it if someone shouted this in Cao Market, but they were both his students, and he felt that Yang Qin would not lie to him and say he didn’t want any money. Just take no money.
"Tomorrow, you come sit next to me," Chen Ping said, "I will give you the meaning of the scriptures that my husband taught before."
Chen Ping memorized the meanings of those scriptures himself, and he was reluctant to borrow them. , but Yang Qin can watch by his side.
Yang Qinhuan responded happily.
After dividing the lotus root charcoal, several people went home. In fact, Yang Qin never understood why his sister-in-law refused to sell such useful lotus root charcoal in the market and instead asked him to distribute it to his classmates. ?
Thinking in his mind, Yang Qin quickened his pace. He didn’t know if his mother and sister-in-law had returned from Sanhe Village or if they had bought crushed coal. If he had to come to attend the class, he would definitely go with them.
Yang Qin trotted all the way to Yong'anfang. Before he reached the door of his house, he saw Grandma Li waving to him.
"Brother Qin," Grandma Li said with a smile on her face, "there may be a happy event at your home. Fangfang is bringing people from the government office to your door. Go home and have a look."
(End of this chapter)