Huazhou is in chaos, but it is not isolated from the outside world.
In the troubled times of any dynasty, even if the king orders death, the people will find ways to move around and communicate.
During the Warring States Period, more than half of the wealthy businessmen traveled to various countries, buying at low prices and selling at high prices, thus accumulating wealth.
The messier it is, the better it is to make money.
Therefore, sending a letter to Huazhou is difficult but also easy.
Two days later, Xia Zhaoyi received dozens of letters in Yongwucheng.
When Wang Fengnian arranges couriers, she will always remind her that the letters compiled for her must be sorted by date.
Xia Zhaoyi also follows this order when reading letters, first come, first served, and reads them one by one.
But after reading it this time, she was a little stunned.
Su Yumei was arranging manuscripts nearby. She looked up and saw her looking slightly dazed, and whispered: "Miss Ali, what are you thinking about?"
Xia Zhaoyi turned to look at her.
"Did you run into any trouble?" Su Yumei asked.
"No, it's not." Xia Zhaoyi shook his head.
"That……"
"It's okay." Xia Zhaoyi said.
After thinking for a while, Xia Zhaoyi said: "I'll go out."
The messenger and Li Man were chatting outside, and Yang Fugui was also there, asking how Hengxiang was doing.
Seeing Xia Zhaoyi come out, several people stopped talking and called: "My boss."
"Are there only so many letters?" Xia Zhaoyi asked the messenger.
"That's a lot..." the messenger said weakly.
"Where are the letters from Tanzhou? There isn't even one?"
"without……"
"Is there anything I missed on the way?"
Her voice was gentle, but the messenger sounded uneasy: "Master, I will never leave anything out, I swear!"
"I'm not blaming you, don't be like this." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Master, what's wrong?" Li Man asked.
Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and shook his head: "No, nothing, I'll go and reply to the letter first."
"Oh..." Li Man nodded and looked at her uneasily.
The door was gently closed by Xia Zhaoyi, and Yang Fugui whispered: "It's Tanzhou. Miss Ali just asked about Tanzhou."
"Really not." The messenger felt aggrieved.
Su Yumei was very serious when organizing the manuscript, and she never left her hand with the ruler. Next to her were several notebooks that she picked up during her daily walks. When she was writing the manuscript, she would always look through it from time to time.
As she flipped through the pages, she blinked and saw the girl beside her, with a large ink stain on the paper from the tip of her pen.
"Miss Ah Li, you are distracted." Su Yumei said softly.
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head, smiled lightly, took the paper away and crumpled it into a ball.
"You haven't been like this before," Su Yumei said, "Are you worried today?"
"I'm worried about a friend. I haven't received a letter from him for a long time."
"Did you receive it last time?"
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "There is no such thing in Wuhepo either."
"It's been so long, don't blame you for feeling lost."
"Lost, destitute?" Xia Zhaoyi felt that this word was a bit strange when applied to herself.
"My brother's injury is almost healed. We will leave Huazhou soon. Otherwise, why don't I go there for you? See if he is okay?" Su Yumei asked with concern.
"No, I'll send someone to go quickly. You go find Mr. Qi first."
Su Yumei smiled: "Actually, it's not urgent. I have been with you all these days. The big brothers in the army have taken good care of me. They are all well-informed and I have benefited a lot. It is endless fun to make friends with critics.
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"If you like it and don't mind the hardship of marching, you can always follow me."
"It's not hard, you still have to charge into the battle. We are just following you, and Brother Yang and Brother Li are driving the carriage for us. How can it be hard? I'm just afraid that I will be a drag on you."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, retracted his gaze and took out the letter paper from under the paperweight: "I never feel that others are a burden, nor do I feel that I am a burden to others."
"Miss Ah Li's calligraphy is so beautiful." Su Yumei looked at the "Master's Enlightenment" written on the letter paper and said sincerely.
After saying that, she felt rude: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have read your letter..."
"It doesn't matter," Xia Zhaoyi looked at her manuscript, "Miss Su's handwriting is also very beautiful."
"In front of you, I lose my dignity." Su Yumei said sheepishly.
"By the way," Xia Zhaoyi was curious, "you published most of your previous books in your brother's name, do you feel regretful?"
"What can I do? I am a woman, but it is not a big regret," Su Yumei smiled. "I am happy enough that the world can see my writing."
Xia Zhaoyi said sincerely: "You have traveled outside as an adult and recorded those ancient craftsmanship, which will be of great benefit to future generations. Your knowledge will be passed down through the ages."
"Thank you Miss Ali for your appreciation."
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes fell on Su Yumei's rough fingers and the back of her hand with many scars, and she couldn't help but ask: "How did you get this wound?"
Su Yumei lowered her head, touched it with her fingers, and asked: "What is Miss Ali asking about?"
Xia Zhaoyi then discovered that there were two lines that almost overlapped, forming a long "x".
"This one." Xia Zhaoyi pointed gently.
"A few years ago, I went to see a cliff. The terrain was quite high and too steep. I was injured if I fell."
"Where is this one?" Xia Zhaoyi pointed to another place.
Su Yumei frowned slightly: "Well, when I was in Changyang, I heard by chance that a master of piano making insisted on using pure silk as the material for his strings. This is not an ancient method, and it is also common, but the strings he made are really bright and clear. I
My brother and I then went to visit. The gentleman warmly entertained us and told us that the secret lies in three things: one is skills, the other is tools, and the third is silk. In fact, this is not a teaching to us. No matter how curious my brother and I are,
, I would never go too far and inquire about other people’s secrets. Unexpectedly, this gentleman’s wife and children hated us. When we were leaving, they beat me and my brother severely. They also wanted to destroy my hands for fear that I would write
Exit. Fortunately, this gentleman came and saved the hands of my brother and sister."
Xia Zhaoyi listened quietly and said: "Since you are good at craftsmanship, you should use some hidden weapons to protect yourselves."
"This... is too precise. My brother and I have never had this idea."
"It's hard for you to go through so much and still be open-minded and cheerful," Xia Zhaoyi curled his lips and smiled, "From now on, I will fund the distribution of your books, just in your name. As for whether other people want to read it, I don't care.
Distribute 30,000 copies, whether they want to buy it or not, it will be their regret if they don’t.”
"That's great," Su Yumei was pleasantly surprised. "If the world knows how this book is related to Miss Ali, they will definitely rush to get it. No matter what I wrote is boring, I think they will take it back as a family heirloom!"
"Pfft," Xia Zhaoyi chuckled, "I don't know if you are praising me or yourself with the word heirloom."
"Ah?" Su Yumei said, "Hahaha..."
Xia Zhaoyi also laughed.
The laughter of the girls could be heard in the room, and Yang Fugui and others exclaimed and stepped forward.
Confirmed, the girl who looked a little anxious just now is smiling now.
Just laugh, it’ll be fine, just laugh.
The boss is in a good mood and they are sincerely happy.
