Poor Lady Chapter 24: Jay

The next afternoon, Qi Surong received a message from Gu Jinyun that there was indeed an ancient wine cellar buried underground in Yao Village. Although only a corner was dug out, after repeated inspections, its size could be roughly estimated. As long as the damage does not exceed 50%, it is worth buying.

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

In the previous life, the Gu family also traded in wine, but they were not the first to benefit. At that time, wine was already popular in the market, the competition was fierce, and the profits were meager. Everyone knows that in the market, whoever seizes the opportunity first can obtain the greatest benefits.

However, Gu Jinyun probably hasn't really realized the huge profits and development prospects brought by wine at this time.

"Send 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 curiously while opening the lid of the box, 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 were slightly bright, and he picked up a wine glass to enjoy it carefully. Made of jade, the whole body is jasper, the body of the cup is shaped like a column, the edge is smooth and smooth, and it is worth a lot of money at a glance.

Qi Surong asked: "How many wine vessels did you dig out?"

"This is the only set."

"Do you really want to send me?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know how to drink, wouldn't it be a waste of money to send me?"

"Uncle Qi will drink together."

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

"Then you should give it to him directly."

"You deliver it for me."

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

Qi Surong glared at him, but his expression was as usual, open-minded.

"I won't deliver it for you." Qi Surong put the wine glass back to the distance, covered 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 gave away.

"Okay, let's take it for now. If you need money in the future, you can use it as some money." Qi Surong replied lightly.

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

"I'm not easy to raise." Qi Surong pointed with his fingers, "Rouge powder, gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, gourmet fruit, home furnishings..."

Gu Jinyun held her hand and said, "There's no need to count, I can afford it. But when are you willing to let me raise it?"

She told him about 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 her hand and changed the subject: "It's getting late, you should go home."

"I'm staying overnight tonight."

Qi Surong's eyes widened in surprise.

Seeing her frightened expression, Gu Jinyun twitched the corners of his mouth and said calmly, "It's just a joke, I'm leaving."

Are you kidding? Doesn't sound like a joke at all, does it?

Gu Jinyun left with a hint of regret.

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

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Suyi pretended to be a young Zhuo Fan, handed over Xiuzhuang's recent tasks to the embroidered ladies, and took a nurse to the market.

She intends to go to see the recent situation of those people mentioned in the intelligence.

The Song family is the closest to here. The Song family is not a big family, with a population of about ten or so. The Patriarch of the Song family, Song Jie, was originally a secretary of history, and assisted the Minister of the Household Department in handling household registration, financial and other affairs. Although he had little power, he knew the population distribution and financial revenue of the entire Wei Kingdom like the palm of his hand.

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

The properties of the Song family, like the Qi family, were confiscated by the court. Having lost their source of income, they only rely on the support of their relatives and friends, so they must not be living well. It may be sustainable for a short time, but after a long time, I am afraid it will not be optimistic.

Song Jie is a typical literati, Qi Surong reckoned that he is not good at doing business, and he would not be ashamed to greet 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 cloth curtain hanging beside him, and wrote the words "writing letters on behalf of others, drafting papers, and inscribing poems on fans".

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

The man asked without looking up: "What is the guest's order?"

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

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

"Jay (Jay)."

The man's face changed slightly, he raised his head to look at Qi Surong, seeing that the person in front of him was just a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, he settled down a bit.

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

"Yes." Qi Surong nodded.

The man picked up the pen suspiciously, and the word "Jie" was written quickly.

Qi Surong took a look at the white paper, and said: "It is round and solid, but it lacks a bit of consonance. As a result, violence is on the side, and people are standing on the side, which is not conducive to the front."

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

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

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

"Excuse me." The man hastily added a point.

Qi Surong chanted: "Autumn is frosty, summer is scorching, new flowers are blooming and old flowers are flooding, and the world depends on whether it is warm or cold. It is needless to say when you meet."

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

"Please stop, I don't know what to call the boy? What do you mean by this?"

Qi Surong said again: ""Baihutong Sage Introduction and Discrimination Notes" has a saying: Hundreds of people are called handsome, thousands of people are called heroes, and thousands of people are called heroes. Respecting the virtuous and capable, the hero is in power, today I write a word, I hope you He stands in the dynasty."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left, regardless of the shouts behind her, she never looked back.

The man stared blankly at the back of "him", and murmured in a low voice what "he" had just said: "Autumn frost is severe, summer is scorching, new flowers are blooming and old flowers are flooding, the world looks warm and cold, and those who meet each other need not say anything." ..."

This statement implies a mystery and a foreshadowing. Where is the inscription? It was clearly calling him.

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

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

With his talent and learning, it is more effective to realize something than to find another excuse to make friends.

Qi Surong took out the rice paper with the word "Jie" written on it again, thinking that he really has the talent to be a magic stick. Keep this piece of paper as a souvenir.

She doesn't know at this moment that this word will be worth as much as gold in the future. Those who hold the word will get a promise from the Song family.

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

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

At this moment, he is holding a flute, and he is asking for advice and bargaining with a peddler regardless of his appearance. He looked calm, but the peddler was full of resentment. Seeing that he was about to turn his face, but he didn't know what Xu Chen said again, the peddler reluctantly traded the flute to him at a low price.

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

"Please don't come here. You have been entangled with me for half an hour in order to save three pennies, and I'm convinced!"

Qi Surong couldn't help laughing. Although they knew that Xu Chen was acting indiscriminately, they didn't know that he was so random.

Xu Chen was playing with the flute, walked towards Qi Surong's direction, and passed her by.

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

He walked up to Qi Surong, looked him up and down, and said, "Master Qi..."

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

Xu Chen said with a smile: "Master Zhuo...you don't know something, my nose is different from ordinary people, as long as I have met anyone, I can smell it."

"'Smell'?" Are you a dog? Qi Surong looked at him with a strange expression.

"Meeting is fate. I don't know if Master Zhuo...would you like to go down to the teahouse with me? The last time I said goodbye in a hurry, I have been thinking about it all the time. I hope I can have a chat with you." Xu Chen obviously recognized her, but Not caring about her identity, "Master Zhuo" yelled very loudly.

Qi Surong sighed and said with a smile, "Please."

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

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

"Pfft." Qi Surong took a sip of tea and almost sprayed it on his face.

"In other words, I admire you very much." Xu Chen's expression was as usual, calm and composed.

Can you stop panting? Qi Surong gave him a sideways look.

"Through your younger brother, I have been in love with you for a long time, and I am quite surprised by your understanding of me." Xu Chen asked, "Why does Master Zhuo understand me so well?"

Qi Surong put down his teacup, and replied: "I also heard from an elder that you are a hermit with outstanding talents, and that you are free and easy in your actions and don't stick to customary etiquette."

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

"Mr. Xu must not know him."

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

After a while, he suddenly chanted: "Flowers don't bloom together with hundreds of flowers, and independent fences are full of fun. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches, than blow into the north wind. This poem is really amazing and beautiful. Writing poems Miss Qi must be a smart and flexible woman."

"It's just a woman and child, how knowledgeable can I have?"

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

"So what?"

Xu Chen nodded his forehead and said: "But, I really want to take this girl as a disciple, I wonder if she is willing?"

"What? Take... her as a disciple?" Qi Surong said in surprise, "You don't mind if she is a woman, and you are 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 Chenruo pointed out, "I think she might want a new identity that is convenient for walking .”

Qi Surong's eyes lit up, he thought for a moment, and said: "Mr. Xu has extensive knowledge and strong memorization, and his insight is extraordinary. That Miss Qi should respect you as a teacher."

"Then replace wine with tea, and I wish you a good fortune."

Qi Surong picked up the teacup and touched him.