"It's me, don't worry, this is not the underworld, I'm not dead yet."
After saying that, Lan Chen let go of his hand and apologized, "I just saw you fainted from fright. I had to do this out of desperation. It's very offensive."
Sun Miaomiao waved her hands, not caring.
But the worry on her face remained undiminished, and she asked anxiously, "What on earth is going on? The news has spread around the world that you were attacked and died suddenly, and the house is covered with white cloth."
"Here's the thing..."
In desperation, Lan Chen had to explain again about the gambling house and the Xianfengsuo.
"I see..." Sun Miaomiao sighed and said, "I never thought that so many things have happened. You have suffered. But in this way, everything will be solved?"
"Yes. I got the house deed back."
"Congratulations first. But this joke is really too big." Sun Miaomiao showed her self-deprecation after being reborn. "I was so scared that I thought... I would never see more novel scripts again."
"Just because of the script?" Lan Chen joked.
"It's hard to find a close friend, and a high voice flows like water. If you were to leave, this world would lose a lot of fun, and I'm afraid I won't be melancholy for a long time."
After saying that, Sun Miaomiao lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Lan Chen.
Feeling the open atmosphere in the air, Lan Chen could only smile: "The road in life is long and we have to walk, but all we need is a close friend. After the house deed is redeemed, I will work harder to write a few novels."
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"Then just wait for the good news. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."
"Let's go slowly without seeing you off."
Just like this, under the bright silver moonlight, Lan Chen watched Sun Miaomiao walking back to the carriage until the carriage left the street.
He then turned around and returned to the mansion.
After everything was done and the mansion returned to its original appearance, he felt extremely tired.
There were so many things going on today that made his heart tired, but the faint warmth he felt was also extremely fulfilling.
After falling into a deep sleep, a new day comes.
Pushing open the door, a thousand-foot-long ray of light stands out, reflecting the sense of new buds on the dead trees in the courtyard. Everything seems to have been purified and finally reborn.
"Zhu Laosan, prepare a meal!"
"Master, please come this way."
Zhu Laosan, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward respectfully. He felt that the sun was brighter today than in the past, and his good mood was reflected in a smile on his face.
"Where's Xiao Zhou?"
Zhu Laosan felt ashamed and said, "Master, this morning she said she had some private matters to deal with and would be back before sunset. I asked her to wait, but she was in a hurry to leave, so I let her go too."
"It's okay. Did you give her some money?"
"some."
"That's good. If this happens again in the future, you don't need to report it to me. Just watch and do it."
After a simple meal, Lan Chen also left.
The stress has been solved, but I still have half a day to spare.
So, Lan Chen walked in Xuzhou, wandering all the way, and finally came to the dye workshop - Yanfang.
The empty workshop was covered with a layer of dust, the edges were full of spider webs, and the withered air went straight to the nose.
After a while, a sound came from the attic, and a figure ran down.
"Who is it! Well? Isn't this the young master? Why are you here!?"
The second boss of Yanfang, Lao Zhang, has dark skin and white scars everywhere, which may be work-related injuries caused by being soaked in dye for many years.
Lan Chen nodded, "Long time no see, Lao Zhang. I won't mince words. I want to revitalize Yanfang."
His dull eyes suddenly brightened up. Lao Zhang stretched out his trembling hand and said in surprise, "Master? This...is this true?"
"Old Zhang, you should also know what happened to my father. But don't worry, I'm still in the Lan Mansion."
Lao Zhang was stunned. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say a word. He just felt that the young master in front of him seemed strange.
"So let's talk about it." Lan Chen looked around and looked around, "What's the situation in this workshop? What's the reason why it can't continue?"
"Well, it's a long story."
Lao Zhang explained helplessly.
It turns out that the dye that Yanfang is proud of is 'purple', which is mysterious and noble.
It was even a "tribute color" exclusively provided to the royal family at one time, and the Lan Mansion gathered a lot of wealth as a result.
But now Yanfang can no longer produce satisfactory purple dyes. Other color systems have gradually declined due to their late introduction, cost and finished products that are not as good as those of other workshops.
"This purple color is collected from the roots of comfrey. It is extremely difficult to dye. It has to be bleached and dyed at least a dozen times to achieve a smooth color. Lithospermum is difficult to cultivate, and it has become increasingly rare in the wild due to the hot weather in recent years."
Lao Zhang was like a lonely old man who was helplessly watching his fortune pass away, "Oh, but even if there is comfrey, it must be dyed in a less hot environment. This God is simply against us!"
Lan Chen squinted his eyes, his mind racing rapidly, "Is comfrey the only thing that can dye purple?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I understand. If a substitute for 'Lithospermum' can be found, can Yanfang make a comeback?"
"That's for sure! If nothing else, as long as we can still produce it, even if it's only half of the previous quality, I can find a buyer right away!"
"I'll go out and ask around to see if there's anyone who can replace 'Purple Grass'." After saying that, Lan Chen turned and left.
Watching Lan Chen leave, Lao Zhang helplessly shook his head, "I have inquired countless times, and I have torn through many ancient books. No, no, not at all."
"Oh, forget it, now that the young master has this heart, there is nothing he can't do. If the master..."
After leaving Yanfang, Lan Chen immediately muttered softly, "Heaven and earth are black and yellow...remember!"
Instant time.
He felt as if his mind was like a bright mirror, and the many impressions in his mind were all three-dimensional.
He kept looking through the bits and pieces that appeared in his memory, trying to find replacements from modern knowledge.
But...returning in vain.
Lan Chen helplessly muttered to himself, "There are still some ambiguities, is the realm insufficient? In that case... then let's sacrifice!"
The only one tael of silver left could not break through the realm, but it also increased the power of the next use of magical energy.
"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, remember!"
It was more surging and clearer than usual. It was like flipping through a book before, but now it appeared vividly in front of my eyes.
Finally, he also found those items in his memory.
[It just so happens that there is a sea in Xuzhou, so let’s go and see if there is anything that can replace ‘Lithospermum’! 】
Soon, he arrived at the beach.
The long coastline, a few small fishing boats, and a few fishermen.
The sea breeze caresses, bringing a light salty taste, but also the taste of money.
Because the beach is full of snails, the purpose of Lan Chen’s trip.