At this time, Lu Xiu and Zhao Qiaoyun both heard the sound and ran over. They were surprised to see Zhao Yingluo crying in Chen Qing's arms.
Zhao Yingluo also felt their presence, quickly wiped away her tears and left Chen Qing's arms.
She reached out and took Zhao Qiaoyun's hand and left without saying a word.
Lu Xiu stepped forward and asked curiously: "What did your husband say to her to make her cry like that?"
"I told her that I only hated myself for not being able to rescue her earlier and letting her suffer for so many years."
Lu Xiu shook his head and said with a smile: "My husband's words will make the fairies coax them down to earth."
"I'm telling the truth. I saved them once at Ganquan Castle. I only saved Qiaoyun and nothing else. I feel very regretful."
"My husband really wants to take her as his concubine?"
Chen Qing nodded, "She is very important to me."
Lu Xiu knew very well her husband's ambitions. He had reached this point and he could no longer look back. He could only go on unswervingly.
I can only support him silently from behind instead of being jealous.
"Okay! I will make arrangements, just this winter. In addition, her husband should treat her better. Although she is not...but she has not experienced it a few times. Wanyan Nianhan has hundreds of women who treat her badly.
After he got tired of it, he never touched her again, so she was nominally Wanyan Nianhan's concubine, but actually she was a maid serving Wanyan Nianhan's mother.
The person who really hurt Yingluo was not Wanyan Nianhan, but his wife Pucha. She hated the princess of the Song Dynasty extremely. Didn't you see the scar on the back of Yingluo's hand?"
"That is how the matter"
"That woman used incense to burn her. You can imagine the pain she suffered in the past ten years."
"Why did she abuse Yingluo?"
"Slapping her mouth, kneeling facing the wall, and denying her food were all commonplace, but the most cruel thing she did was to burn the back of Yingluo's hands with incense sticks and prick her with needles."
Chen Qing suddenly felt a murderous intention in his heart. Wasn't this woman in his hands?
At noon the next day, Chen Qing arrived at the military camp outside the city. This was the place where the imperial examination was held last year. Now the families of Jurchen generals, as many as a thousand people, were imprisoned. The women and children who had been exchanged for books and picture albums, and the Jurchen family members captured in Fengxiang,
They have been in Jingzhao for three years, and the families of the Jurchen generals captured in Taiyuan and Ping'an Prefecture will be exchanged in March next year.
Chen Qing came to a large tent and sat down. After a while, two soldiers brought in a Jurchen woman.
The Jurchen woman is about thirty years old, with fair skin and quite good looks, but her eyebrows look a bit fierce. She is the wife of Wanyan Nianhan, Pucha.
Mrs. Pucha timidly knelt down, lowered her head and said, "The sinful woman pays homage to the prince!"
Chen Qing waved his hand and asked the two soldiers to retreat.
Only Chen Qing and Pu Cha were left in the big tent.
Chen Qing said coldly: "I decided to take Zhao Yingluo as my concubine!"
A flattering smile appeared on Mrs. Pucha's face, "That's her honor!"
"Why did you abuse her?"
Mrs. Pucha trembled with fright and muttered: "She is young and has a high status. I am afraid that she will replace me!"
"So you tortured her in different ways?"
Mrs. Pucha was shocked and turned pale. She kowtowed repeatedly and said, "Prince, I know I was wrong. Please spare me!"
"How could I possibly spare you!"
Chen Qing grabbed her hair, pressed her head on the table, and pulled out the sword. Pucha was so frightened that she cried, "Don't kill me, spare me! You can do whatever you want!"
Chen Qing pulled her hair, looked at her beauty and white neck, and said coldly: "You can do whatever you want. This is what you said, isn't it?"
Mrs. Pucha saw the flame burning in Chen Qing's eyes, and she immediately understood in her heart that no man other than her husband had ever touched her, which really frightened her. She said with a trembling voice: "Yes!"
Chen Qing shook her hair away and ordered: "Get down here, get down like a dog!"
After that, Chen Qing would come to the family prison camp every noon, and he came for five days in a row before he spared the Pucha family.
The reason why Chen Qing did not kill her was because her abuse of Zhao Yingluo did not break through Chen Qing's bottom line, otherwise she would definitely die.
The abolition of the Puppet Qi State did not cause celebrations throughout the city of Bianliang, but the situation in Bianliang was very calm, as if nothing had happened. The people were working hard every day to support their families.
There is a carving society near Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang called Yang's Carving Society.
It was the shop owned by Yang Tianfang. Yang Tianfang was the famous founder and general manager of the "Beijing News" back then. Although the proprietor was his relative Xiang Jia, the Xiang family had too many properties and never asked about the affairs of the newspaper.
Yang Tian put one person in charge.
After the fall of Bianjing, the "Beijing News" disappeared. Yang Tianfang gathered more than a dozen craftsmen who had followed him for many years and opened an engraving agency. The business was bleak and he could barely make ends meet.
At noon that day, a Taoist priest walked into the carving club and said, "Blessings and longevity to all the donors!"
Yang Tianfang hurriedly greeted him, "Is the Taoist priest here to ask for alms?"
"No, who is the proprietor of Yang Tianfang?"
"I'm just asking for my name. What can I do for you?"
The Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "My Taoist name is Qingsong. I have a big deal to entrust to your company."
Yang Tian was delighted, "What do you need us to print?"
"A senior brother of mine from another place wants to print thousands of scriptures. Can this company handle it?"
"Do you need us to go out of town?"
"No, it's in Bianliang."
Yang Tianfang knew that the more copies he printed, the more requests the other party would make and the more trouble he would get. But there were thousands of copies! They couldn't receive so much business in half a year.
He hesitated and said: "Yes, you can accept it, but you have to discuss it in detail!"
Taoist Qingsong took out five taels of silver and put it on the table, "This is the deposit. I need Dongzhu Yang to write a receipt to me. Then tomorrow morning, Dongzhu Yang will be asked to come to Laojun Temple in the north of the city to discuss it in detail. Senior brother and I will be waiting in the temple."
"Okay! I will definitely be there."
Taoist Master Qingsong returned to the Taoist temple and saw Hu Yanlei who was waiting inside the temple. Hu Yanlei had only arrived in Bianliang this morning. This Laojun Temple is currently one of their intelligence points in Bianliang.
"How's it going? Have you seen anyone?" Hu Yanlei asked urgently.
Taoist Master Qingsong said with a smile: "I saw him, and I made an appointment with him to come over tomorrow morning to discuss it in detail."
Hu Yanlei nodded, "Then I'll wait for his arrival!"
Early the next morning, Yang Tianfang came to Laojun Temple alone, and Taoist Master Qingsong was waiting for him at the door.
"I've been waiting for a long time."
"No problem, please come with me, Donor Yang!"
Qingsong led Yang Tianfang to the back hall, pointed at Hu Yanlei and said, "This is my senior brother, his surname is Hu Yan!"
Yang Tianfang was startled, "How come Senior Taoist Brother is not a monk?"
Qingsong chuckled, "I called him Senior Brother, but I didn't say that Senior Brother must be a Taoist priest!"
Yang Tianfang nodded, clasped his fists and saluted: "I, Yang Tianfang, have met Mr. Huyan!"
Hu Yanlei returned the greeting and said with a smile: "I have long admired Yang Daguan's reputation as a steward. Hu Yanlei, please sit down!"
When Yang Tianfang heard the other party calling him Yang Da to take care of things, he suddenly became silent. The other party knew about his past.
The two were seated separately as guest and host, and Qingsong served them tea.
Hu Yanlei smiled and said: "I have a lot of things to print. How many craftsmen does Mr. Yang have?"
"There are fifteen craftsmen who have followed me for many years and are all veteran craftsmen."
Hu Yanlei frowned, "Only fifteen people?"
Yang Tianfang said calmly: "Huyan officials should not underestimate these fifteen people. These fifteen people include engravers, tinkerers and typesetters. They are all the top craftsmen in Bianjing."
"I know the engraver, but what are the tinker and the typesetter?"
"It seems that the officials in Huyan don't understand our business. Let me explain it a little bit."
Yang Tianfang explained calmly: "The craftsmen use engraving blocks to engrave characters. For example, when engraving a copy of the Tao Te Ching, they will engrave a complete engraving that can be used repeatedly in the future. However, when engraving, they may accidentally damage the engraving."
Just one word, should the entire board be thrown away? A prodigal would not dare to waste it like this. At this time, the tinker needs to take action. Use a knife to dig out the damaged words, carve a new seed, and glue it on. If you are an expert,
, there is no difference at all.”
"I see. What about the typesetter?"
Yang Tianfang laughed and said: "We often receive business for printing poetry albums, and usually we only print about ten volumes. If we carve a set of boards specifically for it, it will take too much time and energy. The key is that the final price will definitely be very expensive. The other party
I can't accept it, and it would be too wasteful to invalidate it in the future.
At this time, it is necessary to use movable type for printing. In the past, clay movable type was used, but the clay type was easily smeared. Later, wooden movable type was improved. At this time, the typewriter needed to quickly find all the wooden movable type and arrange them into blocks for printing.
.
After printing, each movable type must be put back into its original place without misplacement. This requires a very skilled typesetting craftsman, which is not easy to train. A young apprentice needs to type movable type for at least five or even ten years before he can become a master.
"
Hu Yanlei nodded, "I understand, you are the master craftsmen I am looking for."
Yang Tianfang heard what he said was a little strange, so he asked tentatively: "Where did Mr. Huyan come from?"