Summary of the previous chapter: Li Qinghan led Ma Xiaoquan to meet Mr. Ding. From Mr. Ding, Ma Xiaoquan learned that the initiator of Yang Lian's series of actions was Mr. Ding...
Just as Ma Xiaoquan and Li Qinghan were saying nothing, the door of the house suddenly opened again.
"Eh?" Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment and looked in curiously.
Inside the house, Mr. Ding had long since disappeared, but the folding fan he had shaken before remained.
Ma Xiaoquan walked into the house again, picked up the folding fan left by Mr. Ding, and unfolded it to take a look.
"Well..." Ma Xiaoquan's eyes suddenly lit up. On the folding fan, there were densely written regular scripts. The content of the regular scripts was exactly the counterattack strategy Mr. Ding left for Ma Xiaoquan, but...
..At the end of the folding fan, there were two sentences written. After reading it, Ma Xiaoquan felt a little hesitant.
"What are you doing? Why did you come in again?" Li Qinghan poked his head in and looked at Ma Xiaoquan who was in a daze and asked.
Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses and shook the folding fan in his hand. He was about to tell Li Qinghan that Mr. Ding's counterattack strategy was written on the folding fan. Unexpectedly, when he looked at it for the second time, the original dense regular script on the folding fan had changed.
It became a simple landscape painting.
Li Qinghan walked over, looked at the folding fan in Ma Xiaoquan's hand, curled his lips and said, "This is really Mr. Ding's usual style. Well, let's go back."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed, shook his head, put away the folding fan, and followed Li Qinghan home.
.......
The next day, several followers of Li Qinghan suddenly visited the Ma family to ask them to borrow some paper.
Ma Xiaoquan happened to be boxing in the yard. When he heard about "borrowing paper," he couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are you doing borrowing paper?"
A believer said respectfully: "In response to the words of the God of Fire, Master Yang Lian's memorial to impeach the eunuch Wei Zhongxian of the East Factory has been very popular in the capital recently. After reading it, our hearts were filled with excitement, so we thought of copying a copy as a souvenir.
"
"Uh" Ma Xiaoquan smiled helplessly and asked, "The capital is so big, there should be paper sellers in various academies, right?, m.∨.com"
Another believer said: "God of Fire is unaware of something. Since this memorial came to our ears, paper in the capital has become in short supply. If it comes late, we probably won't be able to buy it."
"Oh? Are you serious?" Ma Xiaoquan was happy in his heart. 80% of the paper sold in the academies in the capital comes from him. If it is true that "paper in the capital is expensive", then this time, he can make a lot of money.
The pen, um, is good, very good.
Several believers nodded in affirmation.
"Okay, I understand. Please wait a moment. The servant will give you some paper in a while. Well, by the way, I've copied it and give me a copy. Also, you call me the God of Fire,
Don't call me in front of outsiders. When there are outsiders, just call me deacon."
"yes!"
...
As soon as the believers left, Li Qinghan came back.
"Those people, why are they looking for me?" Li Qinghan asked.
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and shook his head: "You, the God of Fire, are busy enough. Even if they come to see you, I will kick them out. Haha... Actually, they are not here to see you, but to ask us for a loan."
Paper.”
"Borrow paper?" Li Qinghan frowned slightly and said, "Is it to copy Mr. Yang Yang Lian's memorial?"
"Haha, smart, Qinghan, you don't know something. In just a few days, the paper in the capital has been out of stock."
Hua Yue came over and interjected: "Come to think of it, have we made a lot of money?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, scratched his head and hummed.
Li Qinghan was puzzled: "Can such a piece of memorial really make everyone rush to copy it?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "It's not just based on a piece of memorial paper, the key is the content of the memorial. It can be said that every word is precious, every sentence is heartfelt. Everyone's eyes are sharp. Everyone knows what Wei Zhongxian has done, so...
...The price of paper in Beijing is reasonable.”
Hua Yue said: "Then the Emperor must have known about Master Yang Lian's actions, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "This is not certain. If it were someone else, it might be possible, but... our emperor is a carpenter. Recently, several buildings in the palace need to be renovated. The emperor's thoughts are all on
What about up there?"
"What should we do?" Li Qinghan was a little anxious. Although she did not participate in politics, his father and grandfather were both generals of the Ming Dynasty. He was born in a family of dynasty soldiers. Li Qinghan was more or less concerned about some countries.
Safe.
Ma Xiaoquan shrugged: "There's nothing I can do about this!"
Hua Yuesheng said: "Ma Xiaoquan, don't you know history? What will happen next?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled awkwardly: "Well, isn't the data device in my body broken? I haven't seen much of the rest, so..."
Hua Yue had a look of regret on her face, but she was not worried: "It's okay not to read it. Anyway, you, Ma Xiao, have never left a name in this history, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Having said that, Wei Zhongxian is like a dog-skin plaster. Whenever there is any movement in his eunuch, he will always think of ways to drag me into the water and take advantage of me."
"Now that your rights have been emptied by the emperor, when can you get them back?" Hua Yue asked.
Ma Xiaoquan thought of the folding fan script that Mr. Ding left for him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, now, I can only wait for the time to come. By the way, Yue'er, I have to trouble you to find Brother Yang, Yang Lian, and give it to him
Leave a message, um, it goes like this..."
...
At night, Yang Lian met a woman in his study. This woman was a strange woman who gave him advice a few days ago. Seeing her again today, Yang Lian was very respectful to her.
As usual, the woman didn't stay too long. She just said a few seemingly simple words and then left in a hurry.
Yang Lian watched the woman leave, called his wife in, and said calmly: "Take care of yourself, you can leave quickly."
Mrs. Yang Lian was surprised: "Why are you so anxious? Is something going to happen?"
Yang Lian frowned: "Don't ask any more questions, leave quickly without me... Oh no, even if I have a personal letter from me or someone to find you, don't answer the question unless
I myself, do you understand?"
Mrs. Yang Lian shook her head in horror. He had only seen her man's expression like this twice. The first time was when the man was in danger and received orders from the late emperor, and the second time was exactly this time.