Chapter 283 Winter Solstice, Letters from Home and You (2)
Bianliang Post Office, sixth floor.
Unlike the crowded lobby on the first floor, there were not many people qualified to set foot on the sixth floor of the post office, so the tea room here seemed particularly empty.
As one of the few guests in the tea room, Ning Yan picked up the cup and took a sip of kumquat snow foam. It was sour and sweet, and paired with the unique coolness of winter, it had a unique flavor.
Bi Yuewu sat leaning against the railing, holding his chin in one hand. He did not look at the scenery of Bianjing outside the railing, but looked at Ning Yan with interest.
Just when a gust of breeze blew, like fine rice paper picking through his hair, the green soul spirit dragon also made a pleasant crisp sound.
"Drinking iced drinks in the middle of winter? It's very irritating~"
"Well, I don't know what kind of situation I will encounter when I go to Longmen Mountain this time. It's going to be tricky..."
Ning Yan sighed and lay down on the table in a very shameless manner.
Although he had tried his best to prepare in the past few days, once he was free, new ideas would pop up in his mind, and he always felt that there were still some omissions. Over and over again, he almost fell into mental exhaustion.
It wasn't until yesterday when he saw Guo Wusuan being dragged into a meeting with a sad look on his face that he started to think a little more. After all, it's impossible for a supervisor to predict things like a god, so why should he be so harsh on himself?
Many times, if you take one step at a time, you may find another bright spot.
However, Bi Yuewu didn't seem to be very interested in the trip to Longmen Mountain. He flashed his body and lay down opposite Ning Yan, following Ning Yan's example.
"Aren't you busy with anything else?"
"Ah? Is there anything else?"
Bi Yuewu chuckled, raised the end of his eyes in a charming arc, leaned over and whispered: "You and that girl Jing'er are flirting with each other, but no one can understand it. Tell me, how far has it progressed in the past few days?"
Ning Yan's face darkened, and he sat up straight. His eyes seemed to be shining with the light of righteousness: "I just admire Miss Jing as a person and regard her as my confidant. Don't talk nonsense."
"Do you want it?"
"I want your head!"
Ning Yan drank the kumquat and snow foam in the cup in one breath, stood up and walked out: "I won't talk anymore, I'm going to write a letter."
The two of them left the tea room one after another. It happened that they had some free time, and there was only a clerk dressed as a scholar at the counter who was registering documents.
Ning Yan walked closer and suddenly noticed the other person's clothes. He was actually wearing a turban with two wings crossed at the feet. In other words, this guy was actually not a white man. He was also a pen-picking clerk in the yamen. He couldn't help but sigh at this sixth floor.
The VIP window does have something to say.
"What orders do you two have?"
The clerk stopped what he was doing and immediately bowed, with a spring-breathing smile on his face.
The attitude was extremely respectful and I couldn't find any fault with him.
But Ning Yan was a little strange. Although the clerk was facing him directly when he spoke, his eyes would glance at Bi Yuewu behind him from time to time. Even though the other party tried his best to hide it, he could still hear it from the trembling voice.
Clues.
Nervous, uneasy, and...
[That’s it! That’s it! You smell a hint of fear in the wind! That’s how it should be. How can a mayfly see the sea? An ant can see a Kunpeng. This is the attitude that ordinary people should have when facing you!
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[You lick your lips lightly, dizzy, as if you are savoring the rare aftertaste. You are in a good mood, and have given up the idea of using Lingchi torture for interrogation...]
Ning Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the system could be so kind and considerate as a human being.
[You decide to use the soul-searching technique instead to give him a happy time.]
This is worse than Lingchi...
At this moment, Bi Yuewu suddenly said: "Don't be nervous, just do things as usual."
After saying that, he raised his fingers and a stack of book pages flew out from the counter.
Before Ning Yan could open her mouth, Bi Yuewu was so confused that he took him to the desk next to the window and sat down. Papers of different colors fell on the desk like snowflakes.
He looked at Bi Yuewu, then at the counter over there, and said blankly: "Wait, what does this mean?"
"Si Tianjian also has some connection with Post Office. Today is the winter solstice, and I am still wearing Si Tianjian's official uniform. Maybe I thought I was going to trouble him. Just leave him alone and write your own."
"How does Si Tianjian have anything to do with Post Office?"
"There are so many problems, you have to look at them yourself."
Bi Yuewu flicked his fingers, and the originally messy pages were divided into four piles. The pages laid out in front of Ning Yan's eyes were connected first to form a volume.
Ning Yan looked down and saw that what was written on it was the business structure of the post office.
The postal post not only delivers letters, but also sometimes does express delivery. It can be roughly divided into four types: foot delivery, horse delivery, urgent foot delivery and magical delivery.
As the name suggests, horse delivery is delivered on foot or on horseback. The speed is not fast, but it is cheap and ordinary people can afford it.
The quick-footed delivery is a relay of light cavalry, traveling day and night. The riding used is very particular. According to the pedigree, it is divided into four grades: A, B, C and D. The most expensive one is said to travel a thousand days a day and eight hundred nights, and you can travel along the official road in one day.
The road traveled nearly two thousand miles, and the efficiency was frighteningly high.
Of course the price is also prohibitively high.
Divine power delivery is even more powerful. A sixth-grade warrior personally acts as a messenger. Once it is sent, the mission will be fulfilled, that is, it can be delivered to people all over the world. It is usually only used to deliver important military matters, unless the employer can provide a postal post.
Reject price.
As for the connection between Bi Yuewu's theory, Ning Yan also saw it. It said that the first three types were under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War and the Privy Council, and the last magical power delivery involved Si Tianjian.
Thinking about it, except for the professional household secretary Tianjian in Zhao'an, other places cannot gather so many talented people to run express delivery.
"Have you decided which one to choose?" Bi Yuewu asked.
Ning Yan was very conflicted in her heart. Of course, she wanted to get something like a family letter as soon as possible, but the word "three thousand" at the top of the price list was really eye-catching, making the already poor family even worse.
After thinking about it, he could only let out a poor man's wail.
"C, please wait for urgent delivery. We focus on cost-effectiveness."
Bi Yuewu moved her fingers, and a piece of ivory jade paper floated in front of Ning Yan.
Ning Yan carefully took the letter, which was equivalent to one month's salary of his, rolled up his sleeves and was about to start writing when he suddenly noticed the burning gaze beside him.
He turned his head and met Bi Yuewu's eyes, speechless for a moment.
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Ning Yan coughed lightly: "I'm writing a letter home, can you avoid it?"
"Oh, are you sorry? Why don't you take a close look at your literary talent?"
"Go, go, can you have a sense of boundaries?"
Bi Yuewu rolled his eyes and immediately lost interest in reading any more. However, before leaving, he did not forget to be disgusting. He deliberately prolonged his voice and said in a strange tone: "Then I will go to the seventh floor. Ning Daqingsheng has finished writing.
Just hand it over yourself."
Ning Yan watched his figure disappear at the top of the stairs, and waited for a while to make sure that he was really gone before picking up the pen again.
It’s not that he’s judging a gentleman’s heart with a villain’s heart, the main reason is that he doesn’t know if this guy will suddenly come back. Pretend to leave and then come back with a false shot to peek at someone writing a family letter or something. This kind of unqualified behavior is very similar to
This is something that Shopkeeper Wu would do.
"Letter from home...his, letter from home..."
Ning Yan looked at the blank paper and couldn't help mumbling to herself.
He didn't have the habit of writing letters in his previous life. In this life, he was alone after time travel. This was the first time he wrote a letter home. How should he write it? He thought for a while and subconsciously wrote two words first.
"Are you there?"
But Ning Yan soon realized it, smiled and erased it, thought for a moment, and re-wrote the beginning according to the habits of this world.
"Qing Qingru, Qingyi Fist."
He finally nodded with satisfaction, well, this is more or less like a letter from home...
With the beginning, the rest of the content is easy to write. In addition, it is written for Chai Ruru after all, so there is no need to pay too much attention to the form. It is purely written wherever I think of it, very casually.
Ning Yan had been away for more than half a year, so he naturally shared his experience in these days in the letter, and finally agreed on a return date.
If Zhang Roujia's promise to him counts, then Zongzheng Temple will have them to deal with it. They only need to solve the Longmen Mountain matter and then leave the capital. He plans to be extravagant when he returns home, take a flying boat, and expects to be able to leave before spring.
To Mingzhou.
The letter also contained some nonsense, asking Chai Ruru to urge Chai Jingyi to study hard and stop fighting around all day long. He would have to test his homework when he came back. The Ning family's ancestral home had been rebuilt for so long, and the construction schedule must be tightened. This trip
I have helped the Princess’s Mansion a lot, so I naturally have to bring some gifts back when I leave...
There are also some things that are not convenient to detail in the letter. For example, Guo Xianyi saw that the court was planning to take action against the seven major Jiangnan crimes, etc., but he crossed them out when he went back to check them.
In the end, more than half of a piece of paper was covered with traces of alteration.
Sure enough, I still can’t write a letter home...
Ning Yan sighed as he folded the jade paper and put it into an envelope. He had just finished registering at the counter when he turned around and saw Bi Yuewu coming down the stairs.
"Is it done so quickly?"
Bi Yuewu raised the letter in his hand to Ning Yan. The color of the paper was different from the letter paper used for the hasty delivery. You could vaguely see the scattered words written on it. It was neat and neat, and it should be the handwriting of a certain woman.
But before Ning Yan could take a closer look, the letter was stuffed into Bi Yuewu's arms.
"Huh~ Where are you?" Bi Yuewu seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone was very brisk.
"I'm fine too." Ning Yan paused and then said, "What's next? Today is the winter solstice, do you want to go for a walk together?"