"Shopkeeper Huang, walk slowly! Oh, Ah Wu, hold on a little faster." Uncle Fu's voice was loud, with joy mixed with concern.
"Hey, shopkeeper Huang, come on, slow down! How can you leave when you're so drunk after eating so much wine?" Ah Wu complained.
I supported my waist and came to the door. When I met Shopkeeper Huang, he staggered and rushed towards me. Ah Wu didn't expect it, but fortunately he was hugged by me, otherwise they would have to lie down.
Already.
The smell of wine, the strong smell of wine!
The hostess just now also smelled of wine, he must have just had wine!
I was overjoyed at first, and then confused. During the first lunar month, it is normal to drink wine. If we just look for the Xiang Zhu among the people who drink wine, wouldn’t it be like looking for a needle in a haystack?
"Jianghu, why are you so stunned? Help me." Ah Wu shouted to me as if he had seen a savior.
"oh."
I had no choice but to use my strength to straighten Shopkeeper Huang, pick up one of his arms and put it on my shoulder, and swayed him to the shop next to me with Ah Wu. Fortunately, we were close, and their shop
There are guys there who can take care of us, so we don’t have anything to worry about.
"Ah, I'm so exhausted." Ah Wu beat his shoulders: "Why did you go? You didn't come back until after dark? I asked you many times, and Madam Wang finally persuaded you to go back to your room."
"Oh, I went to see Meng Baotou with Long Yuhan and chatted with him for a while, but I was delayed."
"Meng Baotou? Is he the one who was poisoned and broke one of his legs during a mission a few years ago?"
"Um."
"Hey, do you really earn one or two silver dollars every month?"
"Yeah." I hummed softly, rubbed my arms, and then moved towards the back of my waist.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I fell down on the way." I smiled and returned to the inn with Ah Wu.
"Ah Wu, put away these words written by the boss and hang them up tomorrow morning." Uncle Fu ordered, flipping the abacus in his hand without raising his head.
I looked at the cabinet and saw that in addition to the remaining "Harmonious Qi Produces Wealth" and Li Bai's "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" from last time, there was also an extra picture of "Everything goes well". I think it was a new one. I don't know which ones of Li Bai were missing.
Was the poem bought by someone, or was it put away because it couldn't be sold?
"You want me to collect it again? I have to go to the private room upstairs to clean it up." Ah Wu frowned and turned to smile at me, saying nothing.
I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid. Of course I understood what he meant, and I quickly replied: "Uncle Fu, let me do it."
"Then be careful and don't break it. The owner is still hoping to sell it at a good price."
"Why."
I moved a bench over, stepped on it, carefully removed the scroll, and rolled it down from the top. I could only smell the elegant fragrance of ink, which was refreshing.
The fragrance of ink!
My heart trembled, and I suddenly thought of the scent of Lord Xiang that I had just smelled in the wilderness. In addition to the smell of wine, there was also a kind of fragrance. At that time, I didn't think of what kind of spice it was. I just felt a little familiar. Only now did I realize that it was actually a fragrance.
It’s the fragrance of ink!
"Songyanmo!" I blurted out.
Uncle Fu finally raised his head: "Oh, yes, this painting 'Everything goes well' was newly written by my boss, using the Songyan ink he just bought a year ago. Didn't he also write a couplet for you?"
"Yeah." I replied. I accepted the other paintings and smelled them carefully. Although they all smelled like ink, but after careful tasting, there were subtle differences. The ones he used before were just ordinary inks, but the new ones he bought
With the addition of agarwood in the ink, the fragrance becomes more unique.
Unique scent!
I was so nervous that I almost fell off the bench: "Uncle Fu, do you know how many new calligraphy paintings he wrote during the Chinese New Year period, that is, after the owner changed the ink? To whom did he sell them?"
"Newly written words?" Fu Bo looked at me in confusion: "Is there any problem?"
"Business!" I didn't know if my feelings were accurate, so I could only answer vaguely.
"Well...in addition to this 'All the best', didn't I also give you a couplet? Oh, I also gave a couplet to Li Huichun on the Chinese New Year day, oh, and I also posted a couplet on the door of the Imperial Envoy's Courtyard, eh
, they were all given as gifts, and I didn’t earn a penny. Then I wrote a couplet for shopkeeper Huang, and earned a couple of silver. Didn’t you happen to see this when you and Long Captou came over for dinner earlier?”
"And that's all?"
"Well, that's all." Uncle Fu shook his head helplessly: "To be honest, I don't really like calligraphy, so who would buy these? The first few poems by Li Bai were bought by the landlady quietly, but the owner didn't know.
I thought my calligraphy was very popular, so I hung one up every two days, saying I wanted to make money. Alas, I just ask him to come to the inn less often, so as not to offend the guests."
I pondered Uncle Fu's words carefully, and according to what he said, the only ones who came into contact with Li Dongsheng's new ink were me, Li Huichun, Xiao Mu, and shopkeeper Huang who got the ink today.
I got closer and smelled it again. It was just the fragrance of ink. The fragrance will not stick to my body for a long time, unless I carry the words on my body like Shopkeeper Huang...
Shopkeeper Huang!
"Uncle Fu, shopkeeper Huang has been entertaining guests at the inn today?" I said with excitement, my voice trembling.
"Yes." Uncle Fu was confused: "What's wrong?"
"Did he ever leave midway?"
"No. He opened the shop today and invited a theater troupe to make a fuss all morning. The show ended at the end of the night. Then he brought three tables of guests over and booked all three private rooms upstairs.
Hualou invited several women to sing songs, and they left after dinner. Didn't you happen to meet them when you came back just now?" Uncle Fu said, raising the account book: "Thanks to him, our inn can also make a profit.
I made my first fortune this year. I just hope that there will be more customers like this in the future, otherwise they will all be noodle eaters and this inn will suffer losses sooner or later."
I still refused to give up: "Shopkeeper Huang really never left for a moment?"
Uncle Fu stared at me and shouted upstairs: "Ah Wu, Shitou, Chen Xian, come down!"
"how?"
The three of them came downstairs one after another, still carrying empty plates in their hands.
Uncle Fu looked at the guests who were still dining in the living room, waved to the kitchen, and after we passed by, he carefully asked: "Have you noticed whether shopkeeper Huang has quietly left our inn during the meal?"
Ah Wu put down his bowl and chopsticks and shook his head blankly: "No, he is toasting people and urging us to serve food. He is always there."
"Well, I've seen him there all the time. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with him?" Shitou asked, looking honest and honest.
Sun Chenxian also looked suspicious: "Brother Jianghu, is there anything wrong with him?"
"Oh, Chen Xian, you also take time to read and write on weekdays. Generally speaking, when you touch ink, will your body smell like ink?" I think it is necessary to ask a scholar for advice on this kind of thing.
Sun Chenxian tilted his head and thought for a while, then stretched out his arm to me: "Half an hour ago, I saw that the store was not busy, and there were Brother Wu and Brother Shitou greeting me in the private room, and they took the time to write a few words. You hear
Smell, does it smell like ink?"
I smiled: "How can ordinary ink be so fragrant?"
Sun Chenxian was delighted: "I used pine smoke ink, which contains agarwood, and the written words have a faint fragrance, which smells good."
I was shocked: "What? You also use rosin ink?"
Sun Chenxian scratched his head: "I know this kind of ink is quite expensive, but Sister Mu said that to do what you like, you have to be willing to spend money. As long as I study hard, I will be very prosperous in the future. It's only a dollar or a tael of silver."
Mo, what does it mean?"
"Did Madam Mu give it to you?"
"Well, it was given to me on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. I said that my boss bought it at Liao's Wenzhai and the handwriting was very beautiful, so he gave me a piece as a gift. Haha, I couldn't bear to write. I was afraid that my handwriting would look ugly.
, such a waste of precious ink. But Sister Mu said that she would check it every few days, so I had to practice ten words every day."
"It's just a piece of ink, so it's more expensive. It's just a New Year's gift for the child. Is there anything wrong?" Ah Wu glanced at me sideways: "Hey, unlike us, we don't get this treatment when we grow up. It's so exhausting.
After living for one year, not to mention one tael of silver ink, not even one penny of copper plate!"
Uncle Fu slapped him in the face: "You boy, does the boss lady give you less food on weekdays? Does she beat you or scold you? You are not satisfied yet! Fortunately, the boss lady is still waiting for the Chinese New Year to ask a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for you..."
"Ah? Promise me a kiss? Ha...hehehe...when did the lady boss say that? Really?" Ah Wu became excited for a moment, scratching his head and feeling very embarrassed.
"Not only you, but also Stone." Uncle Fu looked at the two of them: "The landlady said that after working in the inn for so many years, you are already old and it's time to get a wife. I'll pick a good day for you.
Zhang Luo Zhang Luo."
"This...hehe, thank you boss lady." Shitou also blushed.
"Then why are you still standing here? Why don't you go to work?" Uncle Fu yelled at the three of them, then turned to look at me: "Oh, Jianghu, you just asked this... What's wrong with Shopkeeper Huang? What's the problem?
?"
"I... I just asked around. I remember hearing shopkeeper Huang once say that his shop has been open for more than ten years?"
"Well, his father used to be in charge. After his father passed away ten years ago, he took over. What's wrong? You don't doubt shopkeeper Huang..."
"Oh, it's okay. I just asked casually, haha, just ask." I was a little embarrassed for a moment, it seems that I am being smart again, Song Yanmo, haha, this world is not just one piece, this world is not
Only Li Dongsheng uses it. Just because shopkeeper Huang has a newly written couplet written by Li Dongsheng in his sleeve, what does this mean?
Lord Xiang! Alas, I thought that I was going to take off your veil soon. I thought that I almost wronged a good person.
"Brother Jianghu, you're back. Haven't you had dinner yet?" Wang Jiajia asked.
"Oh, Jiajia, have you slept?"
"No, I'm still waiting for you. If Uncle Fu and I hadn't persuaded her, she almost went out to look for you." Wang Jiajia pointed to the guest room: "Go and talk to your mother, and I'll make you something to eat.
"
"Why."
When I entered the house, I saw my mother-in-law had a cold face and turned her head to the side.
"Auntie, aren't you asleep yet?"
"You still know how to come back?" Grandma's anger finally burst out.
"I'm sorry for worrying my mother-in-law. I really want to do some business."
Auntie looked at the door and tried to lower her voice: "You should understand that I don't want you to be rich and powerful in this life, I only hope that you will be safe. I heard that you actually used yourself as bait.
Are you planning to capture Tubo? Have you ever thought about how you would let me survive if something happened?"
I quickly went over to rub my mother's shoulders with a playful smile: "Mom, calm down, am I okay? Don't worry, mother, I am also afraid of death. If there is something dangerous, no matter how much money Xiao Mu gives me, I won't do it."
I’ll do it!”
"Okay! That's all you need to do to coax Jia Jia. Stop fooling me here. You're such a grown-up person. If something happens to you, you have to make your own decisions. Anyway, you only have one life!"