As soon as Qixing raised his head to look at the carved door, Mrs. Yang's maid Mengchan greeted her warmly from the front.
Qixing walked in with Qing Pheasant.
Meng Chan was already familiar with them, and now that he was in the capital, being from Xu Cheng also made him even closer to them.
"This is the place where Madam lived before she got married. Even though she got married, she still keeps her here." Meng Chan said with a smile, "Coming here is like returning to Xu City, you don't have to be restrained."
Qixing nodded with a smile: "I don't feel restrained at all where Madam is."
Qing Zhi held the box and looked around, praising, "This yard is so beautiful. It looks like people have always lived there."
This meant that even if their wives were married, they would still be valued by their parents' families. Meng Chan was even happier. He went to the door of the house and shouted cheerfully, "Madam, Ah Qi is here." He didn't even run in to pass the news inside, but directly raised the door curtain himself.
Qixing walked in with Qing Pheasant and saw Mrs. Yang's smiling face.
"Madam, you have worked hard all the way." Qixing saluted, and then looked at Madam Yang's face, "Sure enough, I returned home, and I'm back to normal in just two days."
"Really? I also feel that after sleeping on the bed where I was a girl, the fatigue from the journey is gone." Mrs. Yang said, waving for Qixing to sit down.
Qing Pheasant put down the box: "Madam, the dress for viewing the mountains after the rain is ready."
Viewing the Mountains after the Rain was a painting done by Mrs. Yang's father, and Qing Pheasant gave this dress this name.
"Quick, open it for me and take a look." Mrs. Yang said hurriedly.
The maids in the room hurriedly took out the clothes and held them up for Mrs. Yang to take a closer look.
When we entered the city that day, the master and servant of Qixing were also waiting outside the city. They were very considerate and let Mrs. Yang take a look at the carriage. At that time, Mrs. Yang felt that it was really well done. Now she was even more amazed when she saw the finished product.
And Mrs. Yang, the master and servant, was also very satisfied.
After chatting with family members, I learned that after Qixing came to Beijing, he had been living quietly in the arranged place. He neither wanted to go around in the bustling capital, nor used Mrs. Yang to come to the Zhai family to build relationships. He only came here once in a while.
Say a few words to Mrs. Zhai's maid in the concierge. Don't even go to the old lady to please her. You won't even enter the courtyard.
She is a girl with good conduct and down-to-earth duties.
Mrs. Yang is willing to support such a girl.
"On the eighth day of March, there will be a birthday banquet for the old lady. You will also come." She said with a smile, "This robe I gave to my mother is your credit. You should let my mother see it."
Credit does not count. After all, this is a business. After collecting the money and delivering the goods, there is nothing left between the two of them.
Mrs. Yang actually invited her to the banquet. She was indeed very considerate and supportive.
Once introduced in front of everyone, many people should come to inquire, and business in the capital will start.
Although on this occasion, the embroiderer's status was low and she would inevitably be criticized, Qixing would not care. She was a businessman and she was not trying to save face. She stood up and saluted: "Thank you, madam."
Seeing that she was so generous and did not shrink from her low status, Mrs. Yang was even more happy and changed her mind again, not allowing the maids to lead Qixing in at that time.
"Go." She called her mother, who was in charge, "ask the old lady for a post and write about Xu Cheng Qixing."
Although it is rare to leave a post for an embroiderer, Mrs. Zhai would not refute her daughter's face, so she did write a post for her.
After walking out the door with the Zhai family's post, Qing Pheasant kept turning over it.
"People in the capital make much better-looking posts than the Lu family." She said, happy to compare and give the Lu family a kick.
Seeing that the posts were so good, Qingzhi couldn't help but worry, and asked in a low voice: "Miss, the people attending the banquet will not bully us."
Alas, back then in the Lu family, I was treated as an adopted young lady, but I was still looked down upon.
In such an occasion in the Zhai family, she has shown her status as an embroiderer, and she will be treated as a servant.
Qixing laughed and said: "So what if I am an embroiderer? Officials are not always noble, and people are never lowly. If you are capable, you will be promoted, and if you are not, you will be demoted."
Yes, these unintelligible words brought Qingzhi back to his senses. The lady is not just an embroiderer. No one can think of belittling the lady. Qingzhi straightened his back immediately. If he belittled the lady, the lady would—
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Qing Zhi hurriedly shook off his thoughts.
"Yes, that's right." She said, "We are embroiderers and we can be invited by the Zhai family, which shows how powerful we are."
Speaking of which, he was very happy.
"When they know that we are very good, they will ask the ladies to do the work. By then, branches in Beijing can be opened."
Qixing nodded: "A craftsman's business is to do whatever he wants wherever he goes."
"However." Qingzhi lowered his voice again, "After receiving the message, we also need to prepare birthday gifts, right?"
You can't go away empty-handed.
How should they prepare gifts for such a family? In fact, the young lady does not earn much money. Everything in Beijing is really expensive.
Qixing raised his hands in front of Qing Pheasant.
"Look, what is this?" she said.
Qing Pheasant wowed, stretched out his hand to hold Qixing's hand, pretending to be exaggeratedly surprised: "He is the most skillful man in the world! Whatever he wants, he will have it!"
After saying this, both the master and the servant laughed.
We have reached the street corner here, and people are coming and going. Looking at the two girls smiling like flowers, they can't help but look at them.
Qing Zhi hurriedly stopped laughing and blocked Qixing behind him.
Qixing held her hand: "Now that we are free, let's go shopping in the capital."
The young lady rarely goes out because she has too many things to do. When she heard that she wanted to go shopping, Qingzhi was of course happy and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I want to eat a lot of delicious food."
Qixing said: "I know there is a street with a lot of delicious food. We can walk all the way there and eat them all."
Qingzhi looked surprised: "Young lady is so amazing, she knows everything."
Because she had seen it at night, Qixing smiled and said nothing, leading her towards the street and joining the bustling crowd.
The wind in March was much gentler, and young men and women even put on bright spring shirts and walked through the streets, which was a pleasure to watch.
There was a young man among them. Although he was wearing plain clothes, his eyebrows were brighter than spring. People looked at him wherever he walked.
There were four or five servants around the young man. It seemed that because the young master was too bright and worried about being disturbed by passers-by, they were guarding the young master vigilantly.
Lu Yizhi was no longer too lazy to tell them off, he just focused on looking at the shops on both sides.
We have already walked through two or three markets, and the young master has no intention of going back yet.
"Third Young Master." A servant couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking for? We'll look for you. You go back first and don't delay your studies."
Reading will not bother Lu Yizhi. He smiled at his servant: "Studying requires a balance between work and rest. Being locked up does not mean that you can read well."
The young master is too smart, which is troublesome. The servants were helpless. Fortunately, Lu Yizhi stopped, looked at an inconspicuous shop at the end of the street, touched his palm and said, "That's it."
The servants relaxed a little, and one of them followed in. The others stood guard at the door, watching the people on the street warily.
This is a medicine shop with a small appearance. There is not even a doctor sitting in the shop, and there is not much business. There is only an old shopkeeper who is dozing off guarding the medicine cabinet.
Lu Yizhi called out to him, and the old shopkeeper woke up and asked, "What do you want, Master?"
Lu Yizhi said to the old shopkeeper: "I just want agarwood."
The old shopkeeper said, "The prices vary." He pointed to the medicine cabinet, "Which one do you want?"
Lu Yizhi said: "I want your most expensive piece of agarwood passed down from the Eastern Han Dynasty that is not sold outside."
The old shopkeeper's dim eyes narrowed and he looked at Lu Yi: "Young Master is so knowledgeable. He actually knows my family?"
Lu Yizhi said humbly: "I don't dare, I spent a lot of money to buy the news."
The old shopkeeper was a little funny, but the young man was calm.
"Since the young master spent a lot of money to buy the news, he should know that this piece of incense is hard to come by, right?" he said.
Lu Yizhi nodded: "I know, so I'm not here to buy it, I'm here to exchange it." He took out a small box, put it on the counter, and pushed it to the old shopkeeper, "Look, is this medicine worth it?"
The old shopkeeper hesitated and opened the box, and the dark room suddenly lit up. It was a pearl, like a bright moon, overflowing with soft light.
The old shopkeeper's eyes suddenly brightened, and he blurted out: "Qin Zhu."
Lu Yizhi smiled and praised: "The shopkeeper has a good eye."
Lu Yizhi walked out of the drug store and carefully placed the agarwood.
The servants who were following him were still a little bit stunned, and were dumbfounded just now.
First, this inconspicuous medicine shop actually contains incense from the Han Dynasty.
Second, the young master unexpectedly took out a pearl from the Qin Dynasty.
This, this, this. It's like listening to Mr. Shu telling rare and legendary stories.
He knew that the eldest man had some wealth, but he didn't expect that he had such a rich family background.
A man with such a rich family could use it so casually.
"Sir." He couldn't help but grab Lu Yizhi and asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you buy Han agarwood?"
Lu Yizhi said: "I will give it to senior sister as a meeting gift."
Mr. Xiahou drank tea from the young master a few days ago. From now on, the young master will be Mr. Xiahou's direct disciple. He can come in and out of the teacher's house, and all the children in the family will also see him. It is appropriate to prepare a meeting ceremony.
Miss Xiahou is a well-known talented woman in the capital, and the emperor once said that he would ask her to teach princesses.
This is truly a noble lady, and she should be matched with treasures.
The servant swallowed: "Then why don't you just give me the beads?"
The beads seemed to be more expensive than the incense, otherwise the old shopkeeper would have insisted on the young master picking out some more medicinal materials, as if he was embarrassed to have taken advantage of them.
Lu Yiyi smiled: "That's too vulgar. Gifts should be given with sincerity, not price. Miss Xiahou likes to make incense. No matter how expensive the pearls are, they won't make her happy as much as this piece of incense."
The servant thought that it was not because they didn't understand, but to put it bluntly, it was because they had money.
When you have no money, who cares what you like? The most valuable thing is the most satisfying.
Of course, the young master is right.
"Young Master is wise." He complimented and urged, "Let's go back quickly. Sir cares about learning the most. He won't be happy knowing that you are hanging out, even if you are preparing a meeting gift for Miss Xiahou."
Lu Yizhi fulfilled his wish and no longer refuted the words. The servants returned as promised.
The servants also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other.
It's good luck again today that the maid didn't come to harass you. Otherwise, the reputation of the young master would be ruined, and even Han Xiang and Qin Zhu would not make Miss Xiahou happy.
