Jia Lian tilted his head and looked at the sky outside the window, his face full of confusion.
The gloomy sky is like a black cover, and the drizzle is like a layer of gray smoke. It is neither tight nor slow, nor sparse nor dense. It drops in bits and pieces, fluttering and lingering, making everything in the world
They all dimmed in color.
It was the endless oppressive rainy weather in Jiangnan that made Jia Lian feel indescribably depressed today.
The road is slippery on a rainy day, and the mountain road to Heshan Academy is even more difficult to walk. Who is so ignorant that he would choose such a bad weather to give gifts?
It’s not like we’re rushing to send our daughter off to get married, we’re in a hurry!
Mr. Shuyou, who was always talking and laughing, put down the tea cup in his hand leisurely and said with a smile:
"It's such a long journey in this weather, but even a goose feather means a small amount of courtesy but a heavy weight of affection."
Jia Lian grinned:
"You should give an umbrella when it rains."
Send goose feathers? Are there any feathers for use?
I'm not Miaoyu's pretentious guy who just keeps a bunch of goose feathers to cover his shit later?
Mr. Shuyou pointed at Jia Lian and laughed and scolded: "Not serious."
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Complaints are complaints, you have to go out and take a look.
So Jia Lian also put down the tea cup in his hand, took a twenty-four-bone purple bamboo oil-paper umbrella from the door and opened it. He followed Mr. Zhuzi who had a joyful expression on his face, listening to the sound of falling rain and the sound of reading.
Arrive at the entrance of Heshan Academy.
Oh~~
Amidst the heavy rain, there were more than 20 people standing in a long line outside the gate. Four large carriages and two large ox carts were all fully loaded. They were all covered tightly with oilcloth, and it was impossible to tell.
What.
Who gave this as a gift?
This is not a gift.
You are delivering the goods!
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As soon as Jia Lian went out, three leading people came up to him, either wearing oil coats or raincoats. They nodded and bowed and asked:
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Lian, right? The younger one's surname is Yin, and he is the shopkeeper of Moxiang Bookstore in Wumenli.
This morning, a gentleman came to the small shop. As soon as he entered the door, he told the young man: "In this bookstore, all the serious books except the casual books should be sent to Heshan Academy as soon as possible."
The young man said that he had rare books with different prices, but the gentleman didn't care and wanted them all. Mr. Bao gave the young man an official banknote. He only said that they must be delivered today, but it doesn't matter whether it's raining or a knife is blowing outside." Another one also said:
"The younger one is Tu Aqi, the shopkeeper of Tuji Butcher Shop in Wumenli.
Also this morning, a gentleman came and rounded up two big pigs that had just been slaughtered in the shop, as well as twenty hams, eight bacon pigs, and ninety-three wind chickens, wind ducks, and wind geese. It was also said that he would win today.
Deliver it, no matter it rains or the knife blows, it must be delivered."
The last owner of the Xuanhu Paper and Pen Store was also tricked into having the items in his store delivered, and he was also asked to deliver them today, "regardless of rain or knife."
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Good guy, the co-author brought all three stores to Heshan Academy.
This is both a book and a pig. A rough calculation shows that it must have cost at least one thousand taels of silver.
One thousand taels of silver notes, which is just a flimsy piece of paper, had to be exchanged for six carts of real things. It turned into a "heavy" gift for Jia Lian. He is also a very practical person.<
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What's more, if you say "it doesn't matter if it rains or the knife falls" to the shop owner, the gift-giver is not a scholar.
But who is this person?
Can you accept a big gift from someone you don’t know? Do you dare to accept it?
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Jia Lian was hesitating when he suddenly saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy running up the mountain road. He was wearing a brand-new oil coat. He ran up to Jia Lian in a flash. He didn't care whether there was water or mud on the ground. He knelt down and kowtowed:
"Kowtow to Mr. Lian.
The younger grandfather was afraid that Second Master Lian would not know who had sent the gift and did not dare to accept it, so he sent the younger one to come first and say: Please don’t worry, Second Master Lian, they are all from our family."
He speaks Beijing movies and speaks crisply and beautifully.
Jia Lian's heart moved:
Is this someone sent from Beijing? Has the emperor issued an order?
But isn't his phrase "we are from our own family" a bit too...is the emperor's family so disgusting?
Forget it, it’s a blessing, not a curse, it’s a curse that cannot be avoided.
So Jia Lian ordered Uncle Zhuzi to quickly inform Mr. Shuyou of the contents of this "heavy gift" and see how to arrange and store these things.
Especially those books, there are some rare books in them, and they have to be moved around on such a rainy day. Once they are watered by rain, it will be a pity.
It is estimated that Heshan Academy does not have that many warehouses, and maybe even Mr. Shuyou will have to sleep in the same room with the pig and the chicken.
When the three bosses saw that the goods they had worked so hard to deliver were being accepted, they immediately beamed with joy and chased Uncle Zhuzi to discuss whether they could let their own team unload the goods first.
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Everyone started to work, and Jia Lian discovered that the little boy who knew Beijing movies was still kneeling on the ground.
Jia Lian was stunned:
"You...why don't you get up?"
The little boy replied respectfully:
"Second Master Lian hasn't asked the little one to get up yet, so the little one doesn't dare to get up."
Got it!
Jia Lian knows!
Anyone with such big rules must be from the palace!
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Jia Lian quickly asked him to get up and asked:
"What is your grandpa's name?"
The little boy stood upright, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice:
"The little one just called me 'Grandpa' in front of outsiders. That was an overstep. The little one usually calls me 'Grandpa'.
The ancestor said that it is not convenient to say your name when you are outside now.
It’s raining today and the road is difficult to walk. The old man is halfway up the mountain at the moment. He just asked the younger one to deliver a message first, so the younger one went to pick up the old ancestor."
Jia Lian waved his hand:
"I'll go pick them up with you."
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Walking on the mountain road, Jia Lian asked smoothly:
"What's your name?"
The little boy hesitated for a moment and then replied:
"My humble surname is Xia, my nickname is Xiuchun."
Xia Xiuchun, I guess this is the name his master gave him, so I can’t tell.
So Jia Lian asked again:
"How old are you?"
"The younger one is eleven years old this year."
"You are good at Beijing movies. Are you from Beijing?"
"The younger one is from Guizhou, and I learned Beijing filmmaking in Beijing over the past few years."
That’s right!
Tou Qian'er once heard that during the year when the Supreme Emperor ascended the throne, Ruan Rang, the governor of Guizhou, conquered the Western Fans and captured 565 children. He castrated 155 seven-year-old boys and presented them to the Supreme Emperor at that time.<
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This little Xiuchun should be from the Supreme Palace.
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The mountain road was slippery. Jia Lian was holding an umbrella in his hand and wearing Tang wooden clogs outside his cloth shoes. It was very difficult to walk. Xiao Xiuchun led the way and did not dare to leave Jia Lian behind and walk too fast.
After turning around a large green bamboo dripping with water, there was a straight road. When Jia Lian saw no one on the road, he asked:
"Still down there?"
Xiao Xiuchun pointed towards the bamboo forest: "Grandpa is sitting there."
Jia Lian followed his fingers and saw a man holding an umbrella in the rain, sitting on a big rock with his head lowered, obviously not wanting to be seen.