There was rain in the southwest, and the sea was still hydrogen. Half an hour later, another ship from the Yan family's merchant ship came closer. The two ships collided, shook slightly, and then stabilized.
The person in charge came carefully from the merchant ship and looked for Su Ziji in person.
Qia Su Ziji had already taken care of the situation and was staring at the sea in a daze at the bow of the boat. When the two ships came closer, he had already realized it, but did not look back until he heard a call of "Master Su".
"Master Su, I have something to discuss with you!"
The person in charge was probably used to smiling before speaking, so he opened his mouth subconsciously, but halfway through the smile, he thought of this situation and really shouldn't smile, so he quickly suppressed it.
"But about the wood?" Su Ziji asked, not bothering to look at his expression of crying and laughing.
Just now, an empty merchant ship of the Yan family approached, and several crew members moved Shao Sisen's body.
When the person in charge came over this time, he naturally had other things to do.
The person in charge nodded, turned slightly sideways, pointed at the merchant ship, and said to Su Ziji: "The best quality of the wood transported back to the capital this time is nanmu. I have taken some, which is enough to make a coffin."
After finishing speaking, he explained with a slight uneasiness: "Normally, it is best to use golden nanmu for this coffin, but this time I went to the southwest, and I really didn't find much golden nanmu, not enough to make a coffin. I only have this ordinary nanmu."
Su Ziji saw that he was a little frightened, and knew that he was not afraid that he would blame him, but that he would not be able to handle the matter well and offend the imperial envoy.
"The nanmu is very good." Su Ziji said: "According to the rules of the imperial court, only those with a noble rank or above can use golden nanmu. If you don't have it, you don't have it. This one can't be used."
The wooden boards of golden nanmu have texture and are as hard as iron and stone. It is said that when they are made into a coffin and a corpse is placed in it, the color will not change after being opened for several nights. It can even be buried in the ground without decaying for thousands of years. This is obviously an exaggeration.
It does not rot but is easy to use, so the wooden coffins used by the emperors were all made of golden nanmu.
This wood was not only used in coffins, thrones, screens, and couches, but in the fourth year of Jiachang in the previous dynasty, there was an edict to "send ministers to collect wood from the five provinces, personally supervise the transportation to the capital, and grant the pardon edict." This is clearly recorded.
Although wealthy people, and even some officials and gentry families, who are rich and bold, dare to bury the deceased in a golden nanmu coffin even if the deceased has not reached the rank, this is just a matter of people not being responsible for their official duties. Some people want to take advantage of this.
, it’s a matter of catching one and getting it right.
What the person in charge said just now clearly shows that he encounters many of these in daily life.
As for the emperor, not only the military leaders must be arrested and rectified, but also such arrogance among officials may also be arrested.
Seeing that Su Ziji seemed to be reminding him, the person in charge felt a shiver in his heart and seemed to have some realization. He handed over his hand and said, "Thank you Mr. Su for your advice!"
According to the system, the two discussed how to build the coffin, what requirements it had, and how to meet them.
Since no one from the Shao family is here, naturally it is my friend Su Ziji who makes the decision.
But in the eyes of old friends, it is not good for the deceased, nor is it good for the living, to decorate and then change the coffin.
Once the decoration was made, it would not be easy to change it. Su Ziji did not want to go through the ninety-nine steps, so he wanted to save trouble on the last step, so he naturally asked carefully and was not perfunctory.
Just as he was speaking, Su Ziji felt the boat beneath his feet rock slightly.
Someone called his name in the distance, and Su Ziji looked back, feeling slightly surprised.
"Qianzhidong?"
The person calling his name turned out to be Qian Zhidong.
Compared with the last time they met, although Qian Zhidong is now in shackles, his clothes look cleaner, and he should be treated according to the seventh grade.
The few armored soldiers following him did not stop Qian Zhidong from greeting Su Ziji.
Su Ziji thought to himself: "There is a grudge between Qian Zhidong and me. In terms of character, he is not a person who will turn hostility into friendship for small favors. If he suddenly appeared and stopped him, something must have happened."
But Su Ziji was a little hesitant whether to go there or not.
Seeing Su Ziji looking back and just standing there watching, Qian Zhidong couldn't help but feel anxious. Just when he was thinking about whether to take the initiative to go over, Su Ziji finally moved and came towards him.
As they got closer, the two of them were relatively speechless.
Seeing that Soldier A seemed to have something to say, he stepped back a little and just watched from a distance.
Qian Zhidong hesitated again and again, staring at Su Ziji with a bit of dejection on his face, then turned away and looked at the sea in the distance.
There were seagulls flying by, and their voices intertwined with Qian Zhidong's.
"I heard what you said. It's not easy for a friend to do this."
Su Ziji raised his eyebrows but said nothing when he heard Qian Zhidong continue: "I want to entrust you with something."
"You are actually asking for something from me." Su Ziji's first reaction was a little incredible after hearing this.
Qian Zhidong didn't know about the prince's bloodline, but he still formed a life-and-death feud. If nothing else, when Mu Sang asked to kill him, Cui Zhaoquan could still say that it was for the sake of the overall situation, and he still hesitated, but Qian Zhidong
Dong obviously just wanted to vent his anger.
You are all torn apart. In this situation, do you still want to ask for help?
With such a thick skin, no wonder he was once the commander-in-chief of the Southwest Army. He is an extraordinary person and has an extraordinary face.
When Qian Zhidong saw that Su Ziji was silent, he knew that Su Ziji still remembered his grudge.
Qian Zhidong had expected this, but when he came this time, he came prepared as he said so.
"Don't worry." He said: "It will be good for you."
"I have thirteen houses in Beijing. Needless to say, the main house will be transferred to the palace. The rest will be sold into the official treasury according to the court rules. You go and buy the small courtyard in Taohua Lane. It is inconspicuous.
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"You must also want to buy a house in Beijing. This will bring you many benefits."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Su Ziji heard the message and immediately understood that there must be a mystery in this house.
But if he doesn't agree, Qian Zhidong might not say anything.
Sure enough, when Su Ziji asked Qian Zhidong, he smiled bitterly. He stared at the sea and said calmly: "My life is over."
"It's just that when I first arrived in the southwest, the local magistrate sent a woman as a gift. She became pregnant not long ago. I have secretly sent her back to Beijing. She is almost ready to give birth now. You can give her some money when she gets there. It doesn't take much.
, only give out a small part, enough for mother and son to live for the rest of their lives."
Su Ziji didn't expect that Qian Zhidong still had this secret.
This is not something difficult.
Because this woman has no status, she is not among the official family, and she cannot be questioned.
He did want to take revenge, but the women and children were not guilty, and he had not yet reached the point where he had to eradicate the evil.
Moreover, on the surface Qian Zhidong was pulled down by two imperial envoys through various means, and it had nothing to do with him.
At best, the two had some grudges when they were in the southwest. Probably in Qian Zhidong's eyes, Su Ziji was a wretch like himself. When he became a prisoner, this naturally disappeared.
At this time, there was no one to trust, so I took a gamble.
Su Ziji nodded: "I got it from you, and I will give you at least 30% of it for your women and children. I will never break my promise."
When Qian Zhidong saw that Su Ziji agreed, he was visibly relieved, his muscles relaxed, and he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant: "That's good, I believe you."