Chapter 141 Angry
Maybe it was because he watched Wang Yan’s painting of elephant flowers for a while before going to bed. Xie Yuyan had many dreams in a daze, but later he only remembered that he was giving someone a hairpin.
The man lowered his head, and she neatly tied the elephant flower in her hand into a hairpin.
Then she praised: "It looks good."
Of course she didn't mean it, because she didn't seem to remember what that person looked like.
The Queen Mother Xie rarely fell into dreams except when the country was destroyed. Everything went through her mind without leaving any trace, so how could she create a dream?
In this life, there will be sudden waves while sleeping.
But I won’t think about it too much.
After dinner in the morning, Mrs. Zhang will go to see Mr. Tong with the apprenticeship ceremony. Mr. Tong officially accepts Yang Qin as his disciple.
Yang Qin was wearing a brand new robe and looked particularly energetic.
Mrs. Zhang was smiling from ear to ear. Last year, Brother Qin could only curl up in the kitchen and read. This year, tables, chairs and utensils were purchased at home. The east room was also cleared out for Brother Qin to live in.
Good things happen to them one after another, making people feel that good days are ahead.
"Go ahead." Xie Yuyan nodded to Brother Qin.
Yang Qin responded: "My mother and I will leave early and come back early."
There are many things going on at home in the past two days, and Yang Qin is always worried.
The mother and son walked out, walked out of the small courtyard of the three-bedroom house, and looked at the second-floor house.
The second house was deserted, the yard of the second old lady and the second old man was completely emptied, and the house and land were taken back to the name of the third house.
Xie Yuyan asked Ms. Zhang if she wanted to move back, and Ms. Zhang shook her head. Both mother and son think the yard they live in now is quite good. Although it is not big, it is enough.
I feel chills all over my body when I think about the two old masters and the second old ladies who would not hesitate to kill their brothers and sisters in order to compete for the house.
Yang Qin said: "Sister-in-law said that when spring comes, the yard will be converted into an ancestral hall and clan school."
Mrs. Zhang nodded: "Your sister-in-law has thought carefully."
Enshrine the Yang family's ancestral tablet in it. When the descendants worship, don't forget the past events of the clan fight, in order to warn the Yang family's descendants.
The mother and son got on the carriage at the door. The driver was about to urge the horse forward when Yang Qin opened the curtain and saw the group of people entering Yong'anfang.
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Tong Zixu got up early today just to wait for Yang Qin to come and pay homage to his master.
After everything was ready, he sat in the room. After a while, Yang Qin came in. First, Mrs. Zhang presented gifts, and Yang Qin paid homage to his master and served tea according to the rules.
After the ceremony was completed, Tong Zixu’s friends and disciples came in to congratulate him.
However, Yang Qin smiled a little reluctantly, and Mrs. Zhang also looked worried.
"But what's going on at home?" Tong Zixu asked.
Yang Qin's eyes immediately turned red: "People from the Yamen went to my home early in the morning and asked my sister-in-law to hand over Buddhist charcoal and clay stove recipes... They said they were thinking of the people of Daming Prefecture..."< br>
Tong Zixu's face darkened.
Several scholars looked at each other. What Zuo Shangying said yesterday has become true today.
Tong Zixu frowned: "Where is your sister-in-law? You agreed?"
Yang Qin shook his head: "Sister-in-law urged me to come over quickly, don't waste time, what's going on at home, what's going on at home?" ...I don’t know yet.”
After becoming a disciple, Tong Zixu wouldn’t have invited his friends over, but he didn’t expect something like this to happen.
Tong Zixu said: "You should go back now. If you have any definite news, tell me immediately."
Yang Qin nodded.
The mother and son left in a hurry, and the disciples also went about their business. Tong Zixucai looked at Liu Erlang and others: "I wonder if Madam Xie will refuse?"
Someone said: " How can we help? "
Liu Erlang shook his head: "Even if I go to the government office now, I'm afraid it's too late." I can't seem to find an excuse to support Mrs. Xie.
Everyone was thinking about it when they heard Zuo Shangying say: "That's true. I just hope Madam Xie can hold on. I don't know about others... but those merchants in Daming Mansion... are all shady in private. "
"Aren't they using the reputation of Buddhist charcoal to suppress the lady? Then we will keep an eye on this matter. If anyone deliberately raises the price of clay stoves or lowers the wages of hired workers, we will find them. Go to the government office and ask the county magistrate to make decisions for the people of Daming Mansion."
Liu Erlang and others' eyes lit up when they heard this.
“Good idea,” Liu Erlang said, “let’s just do what Shang Ying said.”
Zuo Shangying looked at the tabloid on the desk: "Besides, we still have tabloids. When we encounter injustice, we can write it in the tabloid and pass it on."
The people in the room didn't realize it until now. Why hadn't they thought before that tabloids could be of such use? Reveal all those things that are hidden from the light.
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Yonganfang, Yang Family.
Xie Yuyan was sitting in the main room, looking at the official document in his hand.
There is a clay oven on the table. The Buddhist charcoal inside is burning red, and the persimmons roasted on it are fragrant.
The county magistrate met Madam Xie four or five times within a few days, and each time Madam Xie gave him a different feeling. But without exception, he felt guilty.
Especially today.
He came with the official document, but hesitated when he walked into Yang's house.
There were only Mrs. Xie and a few members of the Yang clan in this hall, but the atmosphere was so depressing that he could hardly breathe.
The county magistrate was about to say something righteous.
Xie Yuyan said, "As your Excellency said, my making of Buddhist charcoal and clay ovens was inspired by Master Zhiyuan, and I did not pursue profit."
The county magistrate was dumbfounded. Obviously nothing has been said yet. Madam Xie seemed to have taken him as her word.
To put it nicely, Madam Xie is aware of current affairs.
To put it bluntly, I just don’t want to listen to him singing.
"It's not impossible for me to come up with ways to make a clay oven, but I have a few requests."
Suddenly, Madam Xie had control of the conversation, and the county magistrate could only listen.
Xie Yuyan said: "We have just started firing this clay stove, so there may be some shortcomings. If anything goes wrong in the future, it will have nothing to do with us."
The county magistrate said: "Natural."
Xie Yuyan continued: "The hired workers will cost at least one hundred penny each. Whether it is Buddha charcoal or clay stove, the owner's profit shall not exceed 30%."
The county magistrate nodded subconsciously.
Xie Yuyan said: "The methods of Buddhist charcoal and mud stove are thanks to Master Zhiyuan. I can donate these two methods, and the person who gets them cannot sell them to make money."
The county magistrate said: "It should be."
Xie Yuyan paused, as if thinking: "That's all."
The county magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, Mrs. Xie must not want to use the method Hand it over, but seeing that there is no way to evade it, we can only set up a few problems.
After thinking about this, it doesn't matter.
The Xie family has been burning kilns for so many years and has learned the method. They will definitely be able to tell the truth from the fake. If they cannot burn a clay kiln exactly like the Yang family, they will also report it to the government office.
As for hiring workers for a hundred cents, that is the Xie family’s own business.
Xie Yuyan nodded: "Then I will write a document with you."
Without further delay, the county magistrate naturally agreed.
After finishing writing, Xie Yuyan seemed to remember to ask: "I wonder which pottery kiln the Yamen Office intends to let us jointly bake clay ovens?"
(End of this chapter)
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