The servants in the yard were silent.

When the eldest master was locked in the house yesterday, most people knew that the third grandma was going to be in trouble.

Who can treat an elder like this?

Li Wenzhao thought while walking that the "Female Sutra" twenty times should not be a severe punishment. He had a drunken argument with his wife and said that he would punish his wife for copying the scriptures twenty times.

Although he apologized and begged to his wife behind his back, he finally let the matter go, but in order to cover up his cover, his wife actually copied scriptures and worshipped them in the ancestral hall.

His wife's name is Juanxiu, and he is grinding ink and serving him, as if time is not that sad.

Although Brother Yong can’t move now, he can at least say a few good words, add incense and grind ink...

etc.

Can Ji write?

Li Wenzhao raised his head and the clouds not far away looked like his wife's smiling face.

Today's sunshine seems to be particularly warm.

Will definitely write.

Li Wenzhao rubbed his eyes that were red because of missing his deceased wife and walked forward with great strides.

...

"The Female Sutra" twenty times." Ji Yanran looked at Li Yong.

"Yeah." Li Yong replied lightly.

“I won’t write.”

Li Yong raised his eyes: "This is my father's order, you must write it and worship it."

Soon the maid sent the scriptures, and it seemed that the entire Li family knew about her punishment.

If Li Wenzhao is so angry, then Li Wenqing will not feel that their eldest son has joined forces.

Ji Yanran took the scriptures into her hand and flipped them out. It was actually "The Women's Commandments" and "The Women's Training".

First of all, she couldn't stand it because she was "low and weak, and a woman had a low status". She must not copy this thing.

When Li Yong saw Ji Yanran picking up the book and flipping the pages with disgust, he knew that she could read, not only read, but also disdain for such a female scripture. He suddenly became very curious that this rich woman would definitely read and regard it as a ritual norm, and what point could not be seen by her.

What's her own thinking?

Li Yong said lightly: "Although this book cannot be regarded as a holy book, it also teaches people etiquette and will not lose the rules."

When he talked about etiquette and rules, her mouth turned down, and she really hated the contents in the book.

"Third Master likes it, come and copy it!" Ji Yanran threw the book over, "Even if I'm going to pay me back."

"Being the fake wife of the third master is a deal, being the eldest granddaughter-in-law of the eldest house is a deal, being the third grandma of the Li family is a deal, being a obedient daughter-in-law, and being the granddaughter-in-law is another deal. It doesn't matter if you once lived alone in the empty house and ended up with the reputation of a resentful woman."

Ji Yanran said while delivering the pen holder to Li Yong: "The Li family is a scholarly family. I worship words like me to my ancestors, which is really a disgrace to my ancestors."

It was really a shame to not let her go to "talk".

Ji Yanran's voice is clear: "It is not a gentleman who knows his kindness but does not repay him. He will be a stigma forever."

"Okay," Li Yong raised a pen, "I originally thought that after this, I went to the capital to investigate the case for Lord Ji. My father still has some friendship with the Lin family, which is extremely dangerous, and it is more appropriate to report one after another... Now, there is nothing wrong with you making arrangements like this."

Hasn't this person always been calm and upright? Why did he become evil and cunning in the blink of an eye? Such an important debt of favor is not so easy to repay.

"Mom Rong," Ji Yanran ordered, "Go out and find a gentleman and copy the "Female Sutra" twenty times. The ugly the word, the better, and the silver will be paid out from the account."

Why use slaughtering a bull knife to kill a pig? Although she is very stingy, she would rather buy such things with money than copy them yourself.

This is called character.

After Ji Yanran said that, she lowered her head and looked at Li Yong: "What the Third Master said cannot be changed. If you say a word is as good as you can, you will help us no matter how our Ji family wants to rescue you."

"Since I want to copy scriptures in the house, I'm afraid I don't care about many things. I'll ask Uncle Qiu to come and he still needs to take care of the coffin shop business."

After a series of instructions, Ji Yanran finally sat on the Jinwu.

It was a skill to come up with an idea after a change of mind. Since she had thought of a solution, he no longer made things difficult for her.

Li Yong took out the two porcelain bottles and placed them in front of Ji Yanran: "My father knows everything here, so I have to worry about this."

The goods from foreign countries have been popular in the Wu Dynasty in recent years, especially medicinal materials and spices, which are hard to find. They were originally circulated among the nobles, but in recent years, due to the arrival of Hu merchants, Hu medicine has also flowed into the homes of ordinary people.

Master Shi Kong sighed: "I brought them into the Wu Dynasty to cure diseases and save people, but it became a disaster. Those merchants recited the 'Hu medicine to cure all diseases' for the sake of profit, killing many people."

If the merchants had not received the support of the Jiang family, they could not have been so rampant.

If someone dies by taking Hu medicine, the Jiang family can blame Hu monks, and the interests of selling adulterated Hu medicines have entered the pockets of the Jiang family.

Master Shi Kong continued: "Most people in the world don't know Hu medicine, and even the doctors in the market will misuse medicinal materials. If I were like this back then..."

"Master is not wrong," Ji Yanran said, "It is a good thing for doctors in the world to learn from their strengths and weaknesses to cure diseases and save people. Isn't this the same thing when the North and South medicinal materials were interconnected? Otherwise, there would be so many medical books in the north and south circulating, and we should not give up on food because of choking."

"The master should classify the medicinal materials and carefully record the name, smell, medicinal properties and experience of the medicine, and the prescriptions are widely circulated."

Master Shikong thought carefully: "I used to have this intention, but unfortunately many people were illiterate."

"In addition to words, there are illustrations, and such medical books are naturally distributed to doctors."

"The most important thing is to catch those fake Hu monks. Whether Hu monks are true or not, the monks will definitely see something strange," Ji Yanran said, "There are ascetic monks in Qishan Temple. If they can help inquire in the market, they will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Before Master Shi Kong could speak.

Hu Yu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, raised his head with joy: "But..."

The little monk is so proud of his words.

"You are punished to go back and sit in meditation." Master Shi Kong looked at Hu Yu kindly.

Hu Yu said softly: "Disciple obeys the order."

Master Shikong stood up: "Tonight, the ascetic monks from Qishan Temple set out from the temple and recited scriptures and practiced."

After seeing off Master Shi Kong, Rong's mother brought Uncle Qiu in.

"You have to work harder these days," Ji Yanran said, "I want to know how many people in Taiyuan City have died by taking 'Hu medicine'. The more carefully the cause and the better."

Uncle Qiu nodded: "Don't worry, Miss, no one will doubt the news about the death of the coffin shop, and there will definitely be a result in a few days."

Ji Yanran sent Uncle Qiu to the yard.

I just walked to the big banyan tree at the door, and someone was laughing at her there, her mouth full of white teeth shining in the sun.

Chengen Gong Prince.

Why did she even forget this person? The west wind was blowing in the past two nights, and I don’t know if the prince slept well in the empty room in the west.

"I'm leaving," Gu Heng blinked, "It's very cold here at night."

Ji Yanran said: "I still have important things to do, so I won't send it to the prince."

"No need to send it," Gu Heng smiled, "I just invited An to the old lady, and I left without any worries."

Ji Yanran also narrowed her eyes and nodded.

"What's more, I'm not far away," Gu Heng's eyes flashed, "I'll go find a coffin to sleep for a few days. It's probably very warm there. If the third grandma remembers her childhood sweethearts, she will send some food."

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