Wei Min didn't hesitate, frowned and said: "Why choose Shuofang? This is the hinterland of the southern Xiongnu, and the folk customs are backward, which is not conducive to management."
Tian Feng bowed his hands and responded with a smile: "What about the Southern Huns? This is the northern border pass of my Han Dynasty, isn't it?"
Wei Min opened his mouth, and then nodded mockingly, "Yes, Yuan Hao is right, this is the northern border of my Han Dynasty."
Wei Cheng also laughed and said to his second uncle Wei Min: "Okay, it's good to choose Shuofang. It's just convenient for the implementation of the next plan. Shuofang is connected to Hu Di to the north and business road to the west. Hasn't Second Uncle already been eyeing Liangzhou?
Wuwei’s trade is prosperous.”
"What Qing'er means is..." Wei Min's eyes lit up.
Wei Cheng nodded and said: "The accumulation over the winter is almost over. Let's try some of our cheap goods to see if we can open up the market. It doesn't matter whether we make money or not. The key is to transfer the business to our territory.
"
Everyone looked at the map and saw that Shuofang and Wuwei were very close, only two days' journey at most.
But if we travel two more days, we can save nearly half of the purchase cost for the merchants in the Western Regions. I believe they are still willing to trade with Shuofang.
Besides, Wei Cheng has a lot of cheap industrial products that are very profitable, such as mirrors, glass beads, and porcelain. When the time comes, he can exchange them for gold and silver treasures in large quantities from the merchants in the Western Regions.
Of course, as of now, the cloth, tea, salt and iron produced in Hedong are all good commodities for trade.
After determining the direction, the next matters were left to my second uncle Wei Min and Tian Feng to handle.
Wei Cheng once again became the hands-off shopkeeper.
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That night.
Wei Cheng returned to the small courtyard and looked at the deserted courtyard. His whole body suddenly felt bad again.
On the other hand, the lights next door are brightly lit, and the bright light can be seen in the distance. Qiao's smile can be heard up close, and Aning's chirping voice can be heard far away.
Wei Cheng sat alone at the bluestone table, lit the fire, and warmed his heart.
The herbs that were dried in the morning have not been put away yet. At this time in the past, Cai Yan and Hao Niang must have come back to put them away.
"Oh... so lonely!"
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, a few wisps of lovesickness surged into my heart. My baby Yan'er seemed to have forgotten that she had such a husband.
A spring toad jumped out from under the courtyard wall and let out a harsh cry of "lonely widow, lonely widow...".
Wei Cheng looked towards the courtyard next door and couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth.
Just listen to Cai Yan say: "...This poem is well written, revealing the patriotism and the desolation of the world, but it has a little more desolation, which is not something you can write."
A gentle female voice responded: "Sister, just don't make jokes. If Chan'er hadn't found out about it, I wouldn't have dared to use it to show off to you, a talented woman in the world."
Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows, walked a few steps closer unconsciously, put his ear against the courtyard wall and began to eavesdrop.
Zhong Chan said: "Dear...my sister's poems are so good, why don't you dare to show them to others? If I had your talent, I wouldn't have to see Tian'er being urged by my father to read and practice calligraphy."
"Haha, Chan'er must not be laughing at me. I'm just moaning for no reason. I can't talk about any talent..."
"It's rare to have two sisters here at the same time today, why don't we also form a poetry club?" This was the voice of my aunt Wei Ning.
My aunt Wei Min was also there, "Yes, if you get bored in the future, we can make friends with poems. If the weather is clear tomorrow, we can also go on an outing to the Taolin and Liyuan outside the city to form a group."
The gentle woman hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile: "I would be very happy if you, sisters, have some free time."
At this time, Zhong Chan cheered and suggested: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Today is a good day for us to establish a poetry club. Let's think about it together and give our poetry club a nice name."
There was a lot of discussion over there, and even Aning came forward and suggested a 'cake poetry club', but Zhong Chan rejected it immediately.
Baby Yan'er said: "It's February now, why not call it Huayue Poetry Society."
Wei Cheng nodded slightly, and the second month was also called: Liyue, Apricot Moon, Flower Moon, Zhongyue, Zhongchun, Full Moon, Ruyue, Zhongyang, Zhuqiu, Fourth Day, Zhonghe, Huachao, Jiazhong, Dazhuang , Maoyue, etc.
Huayue Poetry Society is also romantic and pleasant.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted the approval of the gentle woman, so the name of the poetry club was decided.
Zhong Chan suggested again: "Okay, then today is a great day for the establishment of our Huayue Poetry Society. Both sisters are among the most talented women in our country. Shouldn't they write a poem?"
Cai Yan and the gentle woman smiled at the same time, and her aunt Wei Min said: "Chan'er's suggestion is good, but poetry must have a title, otherwise it will be too unchallenging. We are called Huayue Poetry Society. How about using the moon as the title?"
This proposal was quite satisfactory, and using the moon as the title was a bit too simple. Wei Cheng smiled disdainfully at the wall. After all, her eldest aunt's talent and knowledge were a bit shallow, not one-tenth as good as her younger aunt's.
Wei Cheng raised his head and glanced at the moonlight.
The little aunt's voice came from the yard next door, "It is not difficult for the two of them to use the moon as the theme. I think we will use 'lovesickness' as the theme, haha." The last laugh was obviously a bit narrow-minded.
There was silence for a while in the yard, and everyone seemed to have a bit of shyness on their faces.
After a long time, I heard Cai Yan say: "If that's the case, then...sister, come first?"
The gentle woman was stunned for a moment, and said in a somewhat shy tone: "Sister, let's go first. My sister has a better relationship with Mr. Wei than Jin Jian, and she must understand the love of lovesickness better. Let's show my sister first."
Wei Cheng chuckled. Although he didn't see Yan'er's expression at this moment, he must be very charming and pretty.
However, in front of so many people, Cai Yan's face turned red, and he had no idea for a moment. There was only the shadow of Wei Cheng in his mind, not even a single stroke of a Chinese character.
Wei Cheng was lying on the wall in a funny way. After waiting for a long time, Cai Yan did not write a poem, so he knew that she must be dizzy at this time.
Wei Cheng's eyes happened to fall on the drying rack by the wall, and the red beans in the dustpan made Wei Cheng's eyes light up.
Okay, I, Chen, am going to fill the cup.
Wei Cheng took two steps back, pretending to be leisurely and looking at the bright moon in the sky, as if he was afraid that the other party wouldn't hear him, and deliberately coughed twice.
"Ahem!"
"Huh?"
Hearing Zhong Chan's surprised voice, Wei Cheng picked up a red bean and recited:
"Red beans grow in the south. When spring comes, a few branches will appear. I hope you will pick more. This thing... I miss you the most!"
Wei Cheng looked back at the courtyard next door that suddenly became silent, picked up the dustpan of red beans with a smile, and sighed: "Oh, it's been a day in the sun, and no one has taken you into the house. It's so pitiful, so pitiful.
.”
As Wei Cheng spoke, he pretended to be free and easy and walked towards the pharmacy.
"Pfft... Hahaha, it's Brother Wei who's back."
"Husband, it's true that you didn't even say a word when you came back."
"Cheng'er's poem is good. Come on, one of you can copy it down."
"It's Mr. Wei..."
Wei Cheng chuckled and disappeared into the night with great satisfaction, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.