In the afternoon of the next day, Qi Surong received news from Gu Jinyun that there was indeed an ancient wine cellar buried underground in Yao Village. Although only a corner had been dug out, after repeated surveys, its scale could be roughly estimated. As long as the damage does not exceed 50%, it is worth buying.
Qi Surong smiled after receiving the news. The wine cellar was definitely better preserved than Gu Jinyun expected. With it, the Gu family can own an independent winemaking workshop and at the same time open up the wine market earlier than others.
In the previous life, the Gu family also dealt in wine, but they were not the first to profit. At that time, wine was already popular in the market, competition was fierce and profits were slim. Everyone knows that in the shopping mall, whoever seizes the opportunity first will gain the greatest benefits.
However, Gu Jinyun may not have truly realized the huge profits and development prospects brought by wine at this time.
"give you."
A few days later, Gu Jinyun appeared in Qi Surong's boudoir again and handed her a box.
"What is this?" Qi Surong asked as he curiously opened the lid of the box and saw a set of simple and exquisite wine vessels inside.
"The wine vessels unearthed during the excavation of the wine cellar are about 350 years old." Gu Jinyun explained.
Qi Surong's eyes brightened slightly, and she picked up a wine glass to enjoy it carefully. Made of jade, the whole body is jasper. The cup body is shaped like a column, and the edges are smooth and smooth. You can tell at a glance that it is of great value.
Qi Surong asked: "How many wine vessels did you dig out?"
"This is the only set."
"You really want to send me away?"
"Um."
"I don't know how to drink. Wouldn't it be a waste of money to give it to me?"
"Uncle Qi will have a drink."
Is this to please my future father-in-law
"Then you should give it to him directly."
"You help me deliver it."
So how could she explain why this set of wine vessels passed over her father and fell into her hands? After thinking about it, Qi Surong figured out that Gu Jinyun wanted her to reveal to her father the fact that they had a private relationship. His thoughts cannot be described as "sinister"!
Qi Surong glared at him, but his expression was as normal and magnanimous.
"I won't deliver it for you." Qi Surong put the wine glass back far away, closed the box, and pushed it to him.
"Then I won't give it away. You can keep it for fun." There is no reason to take back what he gave away.
"Well, let's accept it for now. If we are short of money in the future, we can use it as some silver." Qi Surong replied lightly.
"Don't be fooled, I won't let you be short of money, I will support you." Gu Jinyun said seriously.
"I'm not easy to take care of." Qi Surong said while clasping his fingers, "rouge, gouache, gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, gourmet fruits, home furnishings..."
Gu Jinyun held her hand and said, "No need to count, I can afford it. But when will you let me raise her?"
She revealed information about the wine cellar to him and gave him the recipes for two new wines. How could he not know that she actually didn't want to receive his favor in vain.
Qi Surong withdrew his hand and changed the subject: "It's getting late, you should go back home."
"I'm staying the night tonight."
Qi Surong's eyes widened in surprise.
Seeing the frightened expression on her face, Gu Jinyun twitched the corners of his mouth and said calmly: "It's just a joke, I'm leaving."
Are you kidding? Doesn't that sound like a joke at all
Gu Jinyun left with a hint of regret.
Qi Surong stared at his figure disappearing from the window, speechless for a long time.
In the early morning of the next day, Qi Su easily pretended to be young Zhuo Fan, handed over the recent tasks of Xiuzhuang to the embroiderers, and then went to the market with a nurse.
She planned to go and see for herself the current situation of the people mentioned in the intelligence.
The closest one here is the Song family. The Song family is not a big family, with a population of about ten people. Song Jie, the head of the Song family, was originally a scribe, assisting the Minister of Household Affairs in handling household registration, financial and other affairs. Although he had little power, he was well aware of the population distribution and fiscal revenue of the entire Wei Kingdom.
He was affected by the investigation and was demoted from the court. Although Qi Surong didn't know whether he really behaved inappropriately, he was one of the officials who would be rehabilitated in the future.
Like the Qi family, the Song family's properties were confiscated by the court. Having lost their source of income and relying solely on support from relatives and friends, they must not be living well. It may be able to support it in the short term, but over time, it may not be optimistic.
Song Jie was a typical literati. Qi Surong guessed that he was not good at business and would not be able to save face when welcoming people to him.
When passing a temple, Qi Surong suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man outside the temple. He squatted under a stone statue, with a low table in front of him and a curtain hanging next to it, with the words "Write letters, draft papers, and inscribe poems on fans" and other words.
Qi Surong walked over and sat at the low table.
The man asked without raising his head, "What are your orders?"
"I want to ask you to write a word for me."
"What's the word?" the man asked as he set out his pen and paper.
"Jay (Jay)."
The man's expression changed slightly, he looked up at Qi Surong, and felt relieved when he saw that the person in front of him was just a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.
"Just write the word 'Jack'?" he asked.
"Yes." Qi Surong nodded.
The man raised his pen in confusion, and the word "Jie" was quickly written.
Qi Surong took the white paper, looked at it, and said: "It is round, thick and stable, but it lacks a little bit of clarity. Even if you are violent and stand by the side, it is not conducive to move forward."
She pointed to the position of the word "xi".
The man took a closer look and found that he had been absentminded just now and actually wrote a little less.
"Please help me make up for it." Qi Surong handed him the paper again.
"I'm sorry." The man quickly filled in a little bit.
Qi Surong chanted: "Autumn is frosty, summer is scorching, new flowers are fresher than old ones and the old ones are flooded. The world depends on whether it is warm or cold, and there is no need to say anything to those who meet it."
She folded the paper, put it in her sleeve, left a tael of silver, and stood up to leave.
"Please stay, I don't know what to call the young man? What is the meaning of this statement?"
Qi Surong said again: ""Bai Hu Tong Saint Yin Bian's Notes" says: A hundred people are called Jun, a thousand people are called Ying, and ten thousand people are called Jie. Respect the virtuous and enable the capable, and the Junjie is at the throne. Today I inscribe a word, I hope you will stand in the future. towards."
After finishing speaking, she turned around and left, regardless of the calls from behind, and never looked back.
The man stared blankly at "him"'s back, murmuring in a low voice what "he" had just said: "Autumn is frosty, summer is hot, new flowers are blooming and old ones are drowned, the world depends on whether it is warm or cold, and there is no need to say anything to those who meet..."
This statement implies a mystery and a foreshadowing. Where is the inscription? It was clearly giving him instructions.
Who is this man, and why do you say this to him
Qi Surong came here today just to meet Song Jie, and to get acquainted with him through the inscription so that he could visit him in the future. But after seeing the word "Jie" written by him, she suddenly had an idea and pretended to be mysterious to help him test the word and encourage him with predictions.
With his talent and learning, he should have some understanding, which will be more effective than finding other excuses to gain friendship.
Qi Surong took out the rice paper and wrote the word "Jie" on it again, feeling that she really had the talent to be a magic stick. Keep this piece of paper first as a souvenir.
She didn't know at the moment that this word would be worth as much as gold in the future. Anyone who holds the word will receive a promise from the Song family.
After that, Qi Surong went to Lu's house again, but unfortunately she didn't see the person she wanted to see, so she had to go back disappointed.
While walking through the market, she unexpectedly saw an acquaintance who was Subao's teacher, Mr. Xu Chenxu.
At this moment, he was holding a flute and asking for advice from a hawker regardless of appearance. He looked calm, but the hawker's face was full of resentment. He was about to fall out, but he didn't know what Xu Chen said again, and the hawker unwillingly traded the flute to him at a low price.
"Haha, brother, thank you very much. I will definitely come back next time." Xu Chen said with a smile.
"Please don't come. You have been pestering me for half an hour for less three pennies, and the servant has given in!" The hawker waved his hand feebly, "It's good to go, I won't send you away."
Qi Surong couldn't help but laugh. Although I knew that Xu Chen was acting shamelessly, I didn't know that he was so careless.
Xu Chen played with his flute and walked towards Qi Surong, passing her by.
Just when Qi Surong was about to pretend to be a stranger and move on, Xu Chen's voice suddenly came from behind: "Stay."
He walked up to Qi Surong in a few steps, looked him up and down, and said, "Qi... Young Master?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Qi Surong's eyes, and then he said calmly: "Your Excellency, you have recognized the wrong person. My surname is 'Zhuo'."
Xu Chen smiled and said: "Zhuo... I don't know what the young master is. My nose is different from ordinary people. I can smell it on anyone I've seen."
"Smell it out?" Are you a dog? Qi Surong looked at him with a strange expression.
"We are destined to meet each other. I wonder if... Master Zhuo, would you like to sit down with me in the teahouse? We had a quick farewell last time, and I have been thinking about you. I hope I can have a good chat with you." Xu Chen obviously recognized her, but he didn't care about her. With his identity, "Master Zhuo" shouted particularly loudly.
Qi Surong sighed and said with a smile, "Please."
The two came to the teahouse, each ordered a cup of tea and sipped it quietly.
"Master Zhuo, I like you very much." Xu Chen suddenly said something shocking.
"Pfft." Qi Surong almost spat his face with a sip of tea.
"In other words, I admire you very much." Xu Chen looked calm and composed as usual.
Can you stop gasping? Qi Surong glanced sideways at him.
"Through your brother, I have been close to you for a long time. Your understanding of me also surprises me." Xu Chen asked, "Why does Master Zhuo know me so well?"
Qi Surong put down the tea cup and replied: "I also heard from an elder that you act freely and informally, and you are a hermit with outstanding talents."
"Which elder, do you know me?" Xu Chen asked.
"I guess Mr. Xu doesn't know him."
"Oh." Xu Chen raised his eyebrows, smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
After a while, he suddenly chanted: "The flowers are not in full bloom, and the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. This poem is really amazing and beautiful. The person who wrote it is Miss Qi must be a smart and resourceful woman."
"I'm just a woman and a child, how much knowledge can I have?"
"You really think so?" Xu Chen looked at her with a half-smile.
"So what?"
Xu Chen nodded his forehead and said, "However, I really want to accept this woman as my disciple. I wonder if she is willing?"
"What? Accept... her as a disciple?" Qi Surong asked in surprise, "You don't mind that she is a woman, and you are not afraid of attracting criticism?"
"I had some scruples before. I'm not afraid of criticism, but I can't damage her reputation. But now..." Xu Chenruo pointed out, "I think she might want a new identity that makes it easier to walk."
Qi Surong's eyes lit up, she thought for a moment, and said, "Mr. Xu is knowledgeable and has a strong memory, and his knowledge is extraordinary. That Miss Qi should respect you as a teacher."
"Then let me have tea instead of wine, and I wish you a good harvest of gold and jade."
Qi Surong picked up the tea cup and touched it with him.