MTL - Enter the Room-Chapter 207
Chapter 207
The weather is getting cold, and Master Yan is drinking wine while roasting a fire cage.
Seeing Li Zixiu coming, he ordered some more appetizers.
Li Zixiu was not polite either. He drank two cups with Master Yan before explaining his intention: "What's your plan here? You know, I'm completely confused by this left and right right now. I'm thinking about you It’s an old saying, follow you, it’s definitely right.”
Master Yan heheed a few times, and said: "I am old, and I am ready to wash my hands in the golden basin. After the new year, the family business will be handed over to the eldest son. From now on, I will take care of the children at home and drink small wine gone."
Of course Li Zixiu didn't believe it.
But no matter what he said about Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan would not leak any water. He even asked his eldest son to come out and say hello to Li Zixiu, and said: "In the future, you will spend more time dealing with each other. I hope that Mr. Li will take care of our family if there is anything else. This elm-headed one."
Master Yan's eldest son is about the same age as Li Zixiu, because Mr. Yan has always been the head of the family. Usually, when Mr. Yan sees Li Zixiu, he seems to be a generation shorter.
May not have adjusted to who you are.
He toasted Li Zixiu with a glass of wine.
No matter how much Li Zixiu said, his throat was blocked.
After sending Li Zixiu away, the father and son ordered two plates of appetizers to be served, and drank two cups together.
Uncle Yan asked his father: "Did we really take over the kiln factory like this?"
"Otherwise!" Master Yan said with emotion: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Our family used to start from making billets, but at worst we can start from scratch. Among other things, if the Songjia Kiln Factory It really stands out from the crowd, and the few masters in their family must not be enough, at worst, we will take over the work from their kiln factory."
Uncle Yan thinks about it, his family has mountains, land and a kiln, so he doesn’t take his face too seriously, and it’s not a big deal to pull billets for the Songjia Kiln Factory.
It's not that he wants to pull the billet by himself!
"Then I'll visit Song's house in a few days." He made up his mind, but he could bear to be ashamed, "Boss Song is gone, the family is orphaned and widowed, so please help if you can."
Now that you have decided to do the Song family's business, you should correct your attitude.
Master Yan looked at the eldest son whom he had raised with his own hands, and nodded in relief, saying: "Take some bacon and fish from our family, and make it a good family."
It's a pity that all the grandsons of their family are married, otherwise it would be pretty good to be an in-law with the Song family.
Father and son were talking when Master Xiong came over.
His hearty voice shook the door frame as if it was ringing.
"Brother Yan!" He brought a cart full of things, saying it was a New Year's gift, and when he saw Master Yan, he grabbed his arm, "Your wife has to worry about our family affairs!"
Master Yan turned his mind, and realized that he was talking about marrying Miss Song's family.
The two sat down by the fire cage again.
"You have to get a charter. Which lady from the Song family is your family going to marry?" Master Yan said while pouring wine for him, "Shouldn't we talk about it when the spring begins? Why are you rushing here again at this time? "
Master Xiong disliked that the wine cup was too small, so he asked Uncle Yan to change to a small bowl, and then sighed: "Brother, let me tell you a few heartfelt words! Boss Song's in-laws, I am too rare!
"I can see everything she has experienced during this period of time.
"Look at the things she did, which one is not something even a man can do.
"With such a big sister, no matter how little my sister is, I won't be any different.
"Even if there is a deviation, I can talk to my in-laws to reason and straighten the road again. It is hundreds of times better than those who cannot reason.
"Brother, you have to find a way to help us make this marriage work no matter what!"
But before Master Yan could reply to him, Uncle Yan came in and told him: "Father, Master Wu and the others are here. They said they wanted to discuss with you what to do next year?"
*
In the Yin Yu Hall of the Song Mansion, the window lattice of Yuan Yunzhong's study was wide open, and with the cold wind blowing in, there was also a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
Yuan Yunzhong, with a light fur belt, was standing in front of the big book table, holding scissors to insert plum blossoms.
The blue-and-white porcelain with four petals is elegant and bright, and the cinnabar-colored plum blossoms are bright and charming.
Zheng Quan on the side leaned against the red lacquered pillar, clasping his fingers boredly.
Seeing the snowflakes floating in the air getting bigger and denser, he couldn't help muttering: "I don't know where Missy has gone?"
Is it cold? Can I have some hot soup?
"Tongling!"
Suddenly Yuan Yunzhong's voice came from the room.
Zheng Quan looked at him in surprise.
Yuan Yunzhong's brows and eyes were indifferent, under the shade of cinnabar plum, as cold as the moon.
He didn't lift his head, and cut off the small branch of the plum blossom slantingly with a "click".
These days, Zheng Quan is by Yuan Yunzhong's side, and Yuan Yunzhong is either reading or painting. In the winter, I don’t know where to move a few plum blossoms, some with red flowers, some with pink flowers, some with vermilion flowers, and even one plum blossom that turned out to be green of.
He was really afraid that these plum blossoms would not survive!
"You, how do you know that the eldest lady has arrived in Tongling?" Zheng Quan looked at Yuan Yunzhong suspiciously.
Since the eldest lady left Jingdezhen, he has never been out of the house.
Yuan Yunzhong took a few steps back, looked at the plum blossoms he had planted, with a satisfied expression in his eyes, then put down the scissors, and said to Liu Zi: "Put it on the piano case in the inner room."
The six sons carried the plum vase into the inner room.
Yuan Yunzhong looked at Zheng Quan.
Zheng Quan looked back at him inexplicably, not knowing what he meant.
Yuan Yunzhong looked a little cold, walked to the washbasin stand, poured hot water himself, and dipped his hands in the yellow copper basin.
Zheng Quan realized belatedly that Yuan Yunzhong had asked him to serve him to wash his hands.
He smiled sheepishly.
Liuzi had already run out, busy helping Yuan Yunzhong get the hot handkerchief.
Zheng Quan coughed uncomfortably.
"If the wind is smooth, the tank boat can travel seventy-five miles a day," Yuan Yunzhong said slowly, wiping his hands, "if the wind is against the wind, it can travel forty-five miles a day. Miss Song has been away for thirteen days, seven of which were with the wind. Five days against the wind, the boat sailed for about 750 miles, and it happened to stop at Tongling today."
Zheng Quan's eyes were blank, and he said, "How do you know?"
Yuan Yunzhong glanced at him, then looked behind him.
Zheng Quan discovered that there was a very simple water map drawn on rice paper on the screen behind him.
Where is Poyang Lake, where is Jingdezhen, and where is Hukou... It is clear at a glance.
Zheng Quan couldn't help but stepped forward.
He has never seen such a clear map.
"You, how did you draw these?" He looked at the curve on the map representing the water area, and said in shock.
On the map, thirteen dots were circled with cinnabar on the water area.
Is Mr. Yuan counting where the eldest lady has gone every day?
"No!" He looked at the red circles and said abruptly, "Missy walked for thirteen days, seven plus five makes twelve."
Yuan Yunzhong didn't even look at him, pointed to the remaining plum blossoms, and told the six sons: "Send it to the wife."
During leisure in winter, plant a few plums to pass the day.
(end of this chapter)
