Li Xiaoyao lowered his head and thought for a long time. It was really hard not to write this letter.

Danyue saw Li Xiaoyao pick up the pen again and hurriedly stepped forward to grind the ink again.

Li Xiaoyao looked at the pen in his hand critically, frowned and ordered: "This one is not good, are there any good ones? Bring a few more and let me pick them out."

Danyue suppressed her laughter, turned around and took out a whole box of pens. Li Xiaoyao fiddled around, picked out a very thin wolf hair, dipped it in ink, put the pen tube against his cheek, thought for a while, and decided to write in vernacular all the way.

When she went back, she seemed to have no problem with those classical Chinese, but if she really wanted to write an article, she would be far behind. It would be better to just talk in plain language, revealing shortcomings would also hide shortcomings.

Li Xiaoyao made up his mind, held up the pen, and wrote slowly: "I have received the letter, and the matter has some clues. It is a long story, and I will explain it to you in detail when I get back. It is best for Liang Chu not to move for now. Thank you for informing me.

Good news from Brother Shuisheng."

Danyue saw Li Xiaoyao concentrating on writing a letter, so she quietly retreated to the door and stood guard.

Li Xiaoyao struggled to write these few sentences in plain language, put down the pen, read it again, and rolled up the letter. Danyue brought the sealing mud over, Li Xiaoyao sealed it carefully, called Xi'an to come in, and Xi'an took the root

The bamboo tube was ironed and sealed with lacquer in front of Li Xiaoyao, a seal was added, the bamboo tube was put away and he resigned.

At noon the next day, Nanning came in excitedly to report that the rainbow had actually come out. The weather was good in the morning, so they took those big bamboo tubes to the wilderness and tried it two or three times, and it worked every time.

Li Xiaoyao was so happy that he asked Nanning to bring over a bamboo tube. This bamboo tube was made of a very thick dry bamboo tube. It had three or four bamboo tubes to open the bamboo joints. The head was nailed with brass nails and drilled with a secret code as fine as ox hair.

Coded perforated brass sheet.

Nanning and Changyuan gave Li Xiaoyao a try. They sucked the water and squeezed it out with all their strength. The water in the bamboo tube spurted out like mist. Yes, the rainbow is made by the sun shining on such mist beads!

Li Xiaoyao was extremely satisfied. He thought about it carefully and said, "Be careful when transferring these six nozzles to Changming. The Wu family happens to be building Pan Bridge. That area is connected to the Jinshui River and is extremely lively.

It's most appropriate. Seeing that it will be completed in the next few days, just these two days, and on a good day like today, let him take someone to deliver the rainbow gift.

Tell him that these six people cannot be found by others. He will only use the few people he brought here this time. As soon as they are given out as gifts, the six nozzles will be burned clean immediately. The brass pieces must be allowed to turn into

If you throw a copper block into a well, you won't be able to keep it for even a moment!

If someone intercepts it, you can find the craftsmen with this piece of copper. If you find the craftsmen, you will also find us. Chang Ming is used to rushing and killing people right away. I'm afraid I haven't thought carefully about such details. You can go and find us.

You need to explain it face to face!"

Nanning agreed in a deep voice, wrapped the bamboo tube and carried it out carefully.

Li Xiaoyao asked Danyue to bring over the almanac and turned it over slowly. Time passed so fast, it was already three months ago.

Tomorrow is March 3rd, which is a big day in Taiping Prefecture. Anyone who knows a few words will look for a big ditch or a small ditch with a meandering water to drink wine. I heard that this is also popular in Kaiping Prefecture.

What is called cultivating literary spirit?

Li Xiaoyao lay half on the couch, shaking his feet and thinking non-stop. That layman Zhao must be the deceased wife of Prime Minister Lin, Mrs. Xiao. To be on the safe side, it would be best to find someone to identify her.

After Mrs. Xiao's death, the Lin family sent a group of servants and servants out of the house. They had to think of ways to find a few such people. There must be someone here who has seen Mrs. Xiao and can identify them clearly. Otherwise, something might happen.

If you fall this way, you will never be able to stand up again, so you must be careful.

However, preparations must be done first...

Li Xiaoyao frowned and thought hard for a long time. He sat up and asked Danyue to get a pen and paper. He held his breath and concentrated and wrote a poem crookedly:

Once scattered in the Palace of Flowers and Pearls, a single thought fell into the dust. The lead and flowers were washed away, the pearls were not contained, and the spirit of Taoism was immortal.

I rode a whale drunkenly on my eastward journey, and you followed me in a luan. I looked at the moon under the rainbow, and collected herbs on the rooftop. Who else could I be with?

This was Lu You's poem. She remembered this clearly. Among the paintings and calligraphy hanging in her study at that time, this poem was included.

Li Xiaoyao raised the piece of paper and read it again, put down the pen, and ordered Yuan Yuan to come in.

Li Xiaoyao handed the piece of paper to Yuan Yuan, ignoring Yuan Yuan's surprise at her unique handwriting, and calmly ordered: "Keep it in mind and remember it."

Changyuan bowed slightly and agreed. He moved his lips and recited silently several times. He handed the piece of paper back to Li Xiaoyao and said with a smile: "I'll take note of it."

"Yeah." Li Xiaoyao took the piece of paper, balled it up and threw it into the paper basin next to him. He looked at the long distance and said: "Give it to Jiayi and ask him to release this poem. Let's say it is Prime Minister Lin's three poems this year.

Yue San was inspired to do this. Prime Minister Lin has never been proud of his talent, but this time someone happened to see it and spread the word."

Yuan Yuan blinked his eyes and couldn't figure out what Li Xiaoyao meant. If he didn't understand, he still didn't understand. However, Yuan Yuan simply agreed and confirmed a few details with Li Xiaoyao before resigning and making arrangements.

………………

Huang Yuanshan sat with his legs crossed in the teahouse at the head of Junyi Bridge, absentmindedly drinking a bowl of tea and paying full attention to the east end of the alley.

This teahouse was one of the places where husbands would go to find buyers for things they brought out from the palace. He had been staying here for two days, but he didn't even see a single husband.

Huang Yuanshan changed his legs anxiously. Today was already the second day, so the King of Hell only gave him three days!

While he was restless, a hunchbacked figure appeared from the east end of the alley. Huang Yuanshan was so excited that he almost dropped the tea bowl in his hand. He hurriedly threw down the tea bowl and rushed towards the figure with his robe in hand, three steps at a time.

Rushing in front of the man, Huang Yuanshan bowed his head to the end and said hello with a smile on his face: "It turns out to be Mr. Shang, how are you doing? It's better to meet by chance than to meet me. Please give me some face. I'll treat you to a cup of tea?"

"

Shang Dawang raised his eyelids and glanced at Huang Yuanshan. There was no expression on his pleated face, and he let out a contemptuous "hum" from his nose: "You can handle this business?"

"Look at what you said, this gentleman has to look at me with admiration even after three days apart. Don't worry, Mr. Shang. No matter what, even a small one can do it. Speaking of which, he was lucky. An old man rewarded me with a piece of business.

The old man said that there is too much money and he just has no place to spend it. Don’t worry, Mr. Shang. This is the first time for the young man to do a big business. He doesn’t care about the money. He just wants to have a good start. The young man will not charge any commission from Mr. Shang.

After all, this is a business involving one hand of money and one hand of goods, so Mr. Shang will take care of me this time and will not let Mr. Shang suffer any loss."

Huang Yuanshan accompanied Shang Dawang carefully and tried his best to persuade Shang Dawang that he must win this business. This is a life-threatening matter!

Shang Dawang clasped his hands on his chest and tilted his head towards Huang Yuanshan. It would be a good thing that he could not receive any commission, which would be a good thing even if he held a lantern. He would have to take 20% off the commission. Is he really willing not to receive a penny?

Huang Yuanshan stared at Shang Dawang closely, moved closer, and explained in a low voice: "To be honest with Mr. Shang, if I can meet that uncle, it is really a blessing from Bodhisattva. Mr. Shang doesn't know, then

The old man has a lot of money... I am not a short-sighted person. Mr. Shang, think about it. If I can catch up with this old man, I will be able to get more business in the future. Today's commission money is nothing.

What?"

Shang Dawang nodded in agreement.

Huang Yuanshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked Shang Dawang to enter the teahouse: "Master Shang, please come in and have a bowl of tea. The tea made today is particularly fragrant. Master Shang must try it."

Shang Dawang had his hands on his sleeves and followed Huang Yuanshan into the teahouse and sat down. The doctor of tea and wine tasting served the tea. Shang Dawang glanced at the tea, but he still had his hands on his sleeves and stared at Huang Yuanshan. He said slowly and softly: "Today is a wonderful day.

It's a big business, and I'm in urgent need of silver, so I'll give you ten taels for the same price."

Huang Yuanshan didn't blink his eyelids and said with a smile: "Master Shang also knows the rules of this industry, this guy?"

"Hmm." Shang Dawang lowered his eyelids and pulled his sleeves half an inch away, revealing a thin celadon tureen. Huang Yuanshan glanced at it, then pulled away further and took out the lid of the tureen: "Take this for that one.

Look, sir, this is a royal tribute, and you can't buy it with any amount of money outside! Today's business is going fast, go and show it to that gentleman, I'll wait here."

Huang Yuanshan took the lid and stood up with a calm smile on his face, but his heart was filled with confusion and panic. Where can I find the Lord of Hell?

Huang Yuanshan was leisurely outside but anxious inside. When he walked out to the door of the tea house, a seven or eight-year-old child on the opposite side rushed towards him and shouted: "Uncle Huang, that uncle said he was at the entrance of that alley! Let you go quickly!"

Huang Yuanshan was overjoyed. Before he could catch the child and ask more questions, the child turned around and hurried back. At the entrance of the alley, he reached out and took a large handful of ginger candies, and ran away with joy.

Huang Yuanshan held the lid tightly and ran into the alley.

In the alley, an old and tired salesman was resting on his pick. Huang Yuanshan looked at the salesman suspiciously. The salesman smiled honestly, raised a tightly tied black cloth bag and said, "This man is Mr. Huang Yuanshan, right?"

"Just now, a young man asked me to give this package to Uncle Huang. The young man also said that Uncle Huang can make the final decision on business matters, no matter how much."

Huang Yuanshan stretched out his hand to take the cloth bag, and his hand sank straight down. There were at least forty or fifty taels of silver in the bag, and he could hardly lift his hand due to the weight.

Huang Yuanshan looked at the bag with confusion, surprise and astonishment. The salesman had already picked up the burden, shook the drum and shouted feebly, and walked towards the other end of the alley.

Huang Yuanshan stood there, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, carefully tied the cloth bag around his waist, turned around, immediately became confident, and strode back to the tea house.

After giving Shang Dawang ten taels of silver, Huang Yuanshan took the tureen and held it in his arms like a baby. He pressed it gently with one hand from the outside and moved closer to Shang Dawang. He said with a smile: "Look,

Let me tell you, this old man is a real old man. To be honest, that man didn’t even look at the ten taels of silver. Mr. Shang will come back and come up with something really good. Don’t worry, Mr. Shang.
Chapter completed!