Zhao Ming was silent for a while and then said: "If there is any news from the papermaking mill, please tell me."
He was not used to sitting, so he stood up and said goodbye, "I'm going back first."
Zhao Hanzhang made a habitual request to stay, "Uncle, don't you want to stay and have a meal before leaving?"
"Shall we have dinner?" Zhao Ming glanced at her and asked, "Are we just going to sit like this for the remaining half of the day?"
Zhao Hanzhang was speechless, and took Fu Tinghan to send him out. She discovered that Zhao Ming really liked Fu Tinghan, and his expression turned brighter when he faced him, not at all like when he faced her.
Zhao Ming walked out and said, "Don't worry about the iron pot and soybean oil."
"Oh." Zhao Hanzhang agreed, but apart from her, Fu Tinghan probably knew whether he would listen or not.
Zhao Ming didn't know whether to believe it or not, but he was gone anyway.
The snow scene is so beautiful, it’s a good time to enjoy it.
Zhao Ming returned home and stood in front of the window for a while watching the snow queen. He called his attendant and handed him a stack of invitations and said: "The snow should stop tonight. Send a few invitations to invite them tomorrow."
Go into the garden and enjoy the snow."
Chang Sui took the post, bowed and retreated.
Zhao Ming called the butler and asked: "How many new dishes are there that use iron pots?"
Without waiting for the butler's answer, he said: "Let the kitchen prepare. Tomorrow I will entertain guests in the garden and let them cook stir-fry. The dishes served must be delicious, not cold, and all cooked with soybean oil."
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and then agreed.
Zhao Ming said: "If you don't have enough manpower and pots, go to the old house to borrow them."
The housekeeper agreed and waited for a while. Seeing that Zhao Ming had no other instructions, he bowed and left.
Mrs. Wang agreed without thinking, and even lent her the best cook at cooking.
She has been recommending woks and soybean oil to her sisters-in-law, but with little success. There are even rumors that she is willing to risk her life to eat soybean oil every day to support her daughter.
Wang: ...Everyone eats things made from beans. You can eat tofu and bean sprouts, so why can’t you eat soybean oil?
Now she finally had someone to show her respect to, and Mrs. Wang couldn't wait to prepare all the dishes for them.
Zhao Ming, whose courtesy name is Zi Nian, is the younger generation spokesperson of the Zhao family in Yuzhou. If he wants to treat guests to dinner, no one can refuse.
Everyone who received the post readily agreed.
Zhu Chuan, who has been refusing to leave, but sent a caravan back to Shu, and brought a few guards to stop here, also received the message.
He was happy to go to Zhao's Wubao, but he now lived in the manor outside the Song family city. To go to Zhao's Wubao, he had to go to the county seat and walk from one end of the city gate to the other end of the city gate before leaving the city.
At the city gate, he met Fu Tinghan who was about to leave the city.
The two cars were driving toward each other.
Because Zhao Ming mentioned the paper mill yesterday, Fu Tinghan decided to go and have a look today.
It had been snowing for a long time and half of the night, and now the earth was completely covered with white. When we left the county town, everything we saw was white.
Fu Tinghan was wearing a cloak and sitting in the car holding a hand stove. Occasionally he glanced out and saw that the sky and the earth were all white, so he stopped the car. He got out and stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound.
He had not seen heavy snow like this before, but this was the first time he had seen such a perfect snow scene with white sky and earth.
Fu Tinghan stepped on the snow and walked forward slowly, but her mind was far away. Hanzhang rarely saw such snow. Did she know that the snow scenery outside the city was so beautiful?
The world is very quiet and very far away. A person walking in the snow is as small as a little ant.
They are working non-stop now. Can they really change the history in Hanzhang's memory and save Yuzhou from being destroyed by troubled times?
Fu Tinghan stopped and looked at the end of the sky as far as the eye could see. Human beings are so insignificant in front of nature. So how big a role could the two of them play in the original historical process?
Fu Tinghan stood on the roadside and stared into the distance in a daze. A carriage came from a distance, slowed down when it got close, and finally stopped by the roadside.
Fu An stood aside and watched warily.
Zhu Chuan opened the curtain and smiled when he saw it was Fu Tinghan: "Why is Mr. Fu Dalang standing on the roadside? Is there something wrong with the car?"
Fu An saw that Lang Jun was still in a daze, so he reached out and pushed him, "Lang Jun."
Fu Tinghan came back to his senses, but was still a little dazed and turned to look at him numbly.
Fu An motioned him to look back, "It's the young masters."
Fu Tinghan turned around and saw Zhu Zhuan. He was curious, "Why are you here?"
This was indeed a bit rude, but Zhu Chuan didn't pay attention, but smiled and said: "Master Ming of the Zhao family is hosting a banquet at his house, and I will attend it. Why, didn't Mr. Fu Dalang receive the message?"
Fu Tinghan shook his head honestly. After a moment's thought, he understood why Zhao Ming wanted to host the banquet. It seemed that although Zhao Ming disapproved of Hanzhang, he worked for her in private.
Does this count as being outspoken?
Fu Tinghan couldn't help but smile. He asked the coachman to pull the carriage aside and let Zhu Chuan go first. "Young masters, please go ahead."
Zhu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Fu Tinghan, who had no unusual expression on his face. He suddenly felt a little ashamed. He did not leave in a hurry, but asked: "Fu Dalangjun is traveling in the cold winter, and I don't know where to go?"
Fu Tinghan paused and then said: "Go and have a look in the other courtyard."
The two of them were speechless again.
Fu Tinghan suddenly missed Zhao Hanzhang a little. With her here, the scene would definitely not cool down.
Fu Tinghan looked at Zhu Chuan with an innocent face, hoping that he would leave quickly.
Zhu Chuan actually understood what he meant. After being stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and saluted, "Then I won't disturb Mr. Fu Dalang. I'll take my leave first."
Fu Tinghan returned the favor and started walking on his own when he saw him getting on the bus.
Fu An hurriedly followed behind, and the coachman also pulled the carriage to follow.
Zhu Chuan, who was sitting in the car, opened the curtains and looked out, and saw him walking slowly forward on the snow. Two servants and one car were following him ten feet away, without disturbing him. At this moment, he seemed to
Claims to be a world.
Zhu Zhuan is thoughtful.
Chang Sui saw that he had been meditating for a long time, so he couldn't help but call out, "Mr. Lang?"
Zhu Chuan came back to his senses, lowered the curtains, "Let's go."
The carriages of the various families also started to move. Fu Tinghan had forgotten him, and even Fu An and the coachman who were following behind him. No one knew what was going on in his head.
Fu An hunched his neck and followed behind, only stepping forward to signal that his husband should turn when he needed to turn.
The three of them walked slowly to the paper mill in a car. Fortunately, the paper mill was not very far from the city gate. It was next to a village owned by Zhao Hanzhang. Here were her tenants and long-term workers. There was also a river where the paper mill was built.
It's on the lower reaches of the river, not very far from Zhuangzi.
There were puddles one after another in the workshop. When the craftsman saw Fu Tinghan, he immediately approached him and said, "Mr. Sir, the materials in the three pits have the fibers you mentioned."
Fu Tinghan slowly came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Go and have a look."