In the flower hall of the general's mansion, Yan Gui was playing chess with the old general, while Wei Yang was sitting beside them writing and drawing.
"Girl, I heard that you found Zhou Ji's successor and are going to open a workshop to make blankets?" The old general couldn't concentrate on playing chess with Yan Gui and couldn't help asking.
Wei Yang raised her head and looked at General Yan: "Yes, Uncle Yan, do you think it's feasible?"
"Yes, of course. There are two Zhouji blankets in the mansion. Do you want to see them?"
General Zhou remembered that Yangui's mother liked Zhouji's blankets very much, so the family bought several of them. When Yangui's mother died, he buried several of them with her, and left two of her favorite blankets in the room as a memorial.
"Really?" Wei Yang stood up in surprise: "Uncle Yan, please stop playing chess and show it to me. I heard that Zhou Ji's wool blanket is in great demand and is worth a fortune."
"It's not that exaggerated. It's true that they can't be bought." The old general turned around and told the steward standing outside: "Go find the butler and bring the two blankets in my room to the girl."
Soon, the steward and the housekeeper came in, each holding a blanket.
The blanket was spread out, Weiyang walked closer, squatted beside it and looked at it carefully. On the solid wood floor, there was a snow-white wool blanket, the blanket was spotless and white, without a trace of dirt. It looked like winter snow and autumn cotton.
Wei Yang took a deep breath and reached out to touch it. The warm fur slid softly through her fingers, which moved her heart. It was hard to imagine how many manual processes such a blanket had to go through from material selection to workmanship to finally become what it is now.
The other was a colorful blanket with two rows of maple trees unique to Yanzhou woven on it. Between the trees, the maple leaves fell like rain, and they were extremely gorgeous. Not only Wei Yang, but even Yan Gui came over and exclaimed: "Zhou Ji's craftsmanship is really well-deserved!"
The old general sighed slightly: "Yes, this is the fault of the Yan family. The loss of Yancheng caused the annihilation of Zhouji's family, and Zhouji's carpet weaving technology has been lost for many years. The Yan family is guilty, and we are sorry for those families in Yanzhou that were once broken, and we are sorry for the elders and villagers of Yanzhou!"
"Girl." General Yan pointed to the two blankets on the ground and said, "These two blankets are for you. You must make them well. If you make the blankets for Yanzhou Weekly Diary well, you will be a hero of Yanzhou."
"Okay." Wei Yang was unceremoniously directing Konggu and Youlan: "Give these two blankets to Miss Zhou and tell her to make them well. If she does a good job, she will be a hero of Yanzhou."
Watching the two maids carefully gather up the blanket and carry it out, the old general pointed at Wei Yang and laughed: "Little girl, I like people like you, you are bold, just like your father."
Wei Yang restrained her smile, sat down at the old general's feet and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Yan, can you tell me about my father?"
Yan Gui, who was standing opposite, looked up at Wei Yang while holding the chess piece. His eyes were dark under the light and his expression could not be seen.
"Your father!" The old general looked at the chessboard for a long while before sighing softly, "Your father is a talented person who can govern a country with both literary and military skills. If your eldest sister had not been chosen by the Empress Dowager and given to the current emperor, how could your father have been relegated to the position of a duke?"
Wei Yang sat with her knees hugged against the old general's legs, listening to the old general begin to tell how he had fought with Duke Su, and how they became close friends through the fight.
"If it weren't for your father, the Yan family wouldn't be what it is today. Girl, it's a pity that your father died!" The old general reached out and touched Wei Yang's head, sighing softly.