Hengxiang has been expanded in recent years. It is the season when the vegetation is blooming. The city is beautiful, the streets are lush, and the streets are densely populated. It is a prosperity that has been rarely seen in recent years.
When Xia Zhaoyi entered the city, she first asked Zhi Changle to inquire about the most prosperous inns in the city. After checking in, she took two paintings and calligraphy from her lifetime and gave them to Old Man Qi, asking Old Tong to accompany him to sell them. She also took two pieces of jewelry from the mountain.
, go find another seller.
She didn't ask for a high price, as long as it was about the same as the estimated price in her mind, but the seller was very generous and offered a price that was twice as high as her estimated price.
The two pieces of jewelry were easily exchanged for cash. With time left, she took Zhi Changle to go shopping along the street to see if there were any shops that wanted to change hands.
Passing by the entrance of Dongping Academy, the world is still dominated by the Four Treasures of the Study. There are really several shops that are for sale. Xia Zhaoyi went in to talk. Zhi Changle heard the auction in the teahouse next door, so he waited at the door and took a look.
What the tea house is talking about is the battle of Youzhou Congxin.
Song Zhiyi flooded Weiping Mansion, and the number of casualties increased from thousands to nearly ten thousand. Tens of thousands of people were displaced and refugees fled in all directions. Many refugees fled to Hengxiang.
The storyteller scolded until his mouth went dry, and everyone in the audience was furious. Zhi Changle listened with sadness in his heart. He had seen with his own eyes how miserable those dense corpses floating in the river were.
An exquisite and luxurious sedan came from behind.
The attendants who were following outside saw Zhi Changle, the largest man in the crowd, and were immediately overjoyed. After asking for instructions softly with the middle-aged man in the sedan, he raised his feet and walked away: "Strong man!"
Zhi Changle turned around and clasped his fists: "Strong man, we meet again. Come to think of it, isn't this a coincidence?"
Zhi Changle looked at him: "It's just a chance meeting, what do you want?"
The attendant smiled and said: "A strong man is a hero who is unparalleled in the world. He has a mighty body and a brave spirit. When he meets someone, he will have a heart to be acquainted with him. Let me ask, who doesn't like to associate with heroes?"
Zhi Changle lowered his head and looked at himself, then smiled and said, "Are you really powerful?"
"It's really majestic." The attendant gave a thumbs up.
Zhi Changle blushed at the praise and scratched his neck: "Easy to say, easy to say."
"Strong man, may I ask where you are from?"
Zhi Changle looked at the sedan parked behind him, regained his composure, frowned and said, "Why do you ask this?"
"Don't get me wrong, strong man. I just feel that a strong and brave man like the strong man should make great achievements in these troubled times. How can a man stand upright and accept mediocrity?"
Zhi Changle waved his hand: "You go."
At this time, the teahouse storyteller struck again, and when he got to the point of passion, the whole audience was in an uproar, scolding Song Zhiyi one after another.
"It's really annoying," the entourage sighed, "This Song Zhiyi is really an evil thief! The common people are suffering and displaced, and human life is as cheap as grass. It's a shame!"
Zhi Changle felt uncomfortable listening, and nodded and said: "What the people want is nothing more than food and clothing. Damn it, living is a luxury."
"That's not it! Heroes, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. A good man should serve the country and the people, and help the world! You were born so strong, and you were born to be a man of meritorious deeds! A real man gallops on the battlefield, showing his generous ambitions and releasing his heart.
Isn’t it joyful to have hot blood? Isn’t it majestic? Doesn’t a strong man have the slightest yearning for it?”
Zhi Changle: "..."
After all, he was actually said to be full of enthusiasm, and his limbs seemed to be full of energy.
Zhi Changle looked at the sedan parked there again and couldn't help but said: "Who is sitting in that sedan?"
The attendant smiled and stepped forward and said, "He is the person who can help you achieve great things! I can't tell you his identity in detail on this street. If you are interested, you can go to the Guiyuan Inn on Tonglin West Street to find us at dusk tomorrow. Hero, this is
But don’t miss this rare opportunity.”
Zhi Changle nodded: "Yes."
The attendant cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."
Zhi Changle watched them walk away, his heartbeat still beating fast in his chest. He raised his hand to touch it, paused, and turned to look for Xia Zhaoyi.
This literary shop was not big. Xia Zhaoyi and the shopkeeper were sitting on the chairs. Their conversation stopped because of the conversation outside.
The shopkeeper's eyes were stunned when he heard this, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. He was filled with resentment and hatred for the world, and he didn't know how to express it.
Xia Zhaoyi drank slowly with a cup of tea. When Zhi Changle came in, he said, "It's settled. From now on, this store will be ours, and the land deed will be transferred to us as well."
The words that came to Zhi Chang's mouth became: "Wow!"
He turned around and looked around. The studio was not big, but it was bright and clean. It was filled with the aroma of books. The tables and chairs were elegantly furnished. The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls were exquisitely framed. The lamp holders were all as elegant as the others.
"This store is great," Zhi Changle said sincerely.
The shopkeeper came to his senses, stood up and said, "Yes, I'll get some paper and pen right now."
This place is not like Youzizhuang. The procedures for handing over the shop and the land deed are not easy to handle. You have to go to the Yamen several times, but the shopkeeper said that he has the connections and will complete it within two days.
This shop has been purchased, but the clerk here is the shopkeeper's apprentice and will follow the shopkeeper away, so Xia Zhaoyi still has to recruit a shopkeeper and a shopkeeper.
She immediately wrote the recruitment letter in the store's ink and pasted it outside, replacing the notice for the transfer of the store.
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows when he saw this word: "What a coincidence, the word girl is so similar to me."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "What a coincidence, they really look alike."
The shopkeeper looked at the notice and was suddenly shocked. He turned his head and then formally looked at the girl.
When I first saw her, I was amazed by her beauty and temperament, but beauties can be found everywhere, and when it comes to business, looks can be pushed aside.
As for buying a shop, I am not surprised. Hengxiang has a Mrs. Zhao, so it is nothing for a woman to do business and buy a shop.
But this handwriting has to be rejected.
He didn't believe that this girl's handwriting was exactly the same as his. The name she just signed on the contract was not written like this.
It’s true that there are people who imitate other people’s handwriting. The shopkeeper himself can do it a bit, but he needs time and imitates word for word, but the girl in front of him...
The shopkeeper looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Although they were all written by him, there were not many words. Moreover, it was the contract and the notice that had just been torn off.
"Girl," the shopkeeper's voice was trembling, "Master."
He didn't even have the temper to blame the other person for imitating his own handwriting. He was only convinced by his capital letters.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Shopkeeper, don't be like this. It's just the same. The shopkeeper can take care of the rest of the store. I'll come back tomorrow."
The shopkeeper cupped his hands and said, "That's easy to say, girl."
Xia Zhaoyi left with Zhi Changle and passed by the gate of Dongping University. He happened to meet a few hurried gentlemen and several students walking out quickly and getting on to three carriages not far away.
Two of the gentlemen, Xia Zhaoyi knew, were Mr. Qiu and Mr. Dahan.
"I don't know what's going on," Zhi Changle said, "the shapes and colors are so hurried."
