"You are right. In fact, it is only early spring. It will not take seven or eight days to go to Beijing. The body will not be too decomposed."
"As long as you don't open the coffin, everything will be fine."
"By the way, speaking of coffins, I heard that what you are transporting is just wood, so I will use some to make coffins. It will be safer if there are coffins to isolate them."
"Mr. Su, it's not difficult to make a coffin. We have the manpower, and we do have wood here, but it's not very good wood..."
"The southwest is famous for its wood production, but the war has only subsided, so it is difficult to harvest high-quality wood."
Seeing that Su Ziji asked them to make a coffin immediately, the person in charge felt a little depressed and said tentatively.
Su Ziji looked at it: "This matter was ordered by the imperial envoy. Since the imperial envoy believes that you can do it well, then I will naturally believe in you."
Okay, if you don’t want to do this, you have to do it.
I wanted to explain it away with fir wood, but now I have to find a better solution. The person in charge cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Please don't worry, young master, just leave this matter to us."
Although I felt that this was a bit unlucky, I thought about it again. If I could please the imperial envoy and this Su Jieyuan, it would not be considered a disadvantage.
Thinking about it again, Mr. Shao seemed to have heard about it. He was from a good family and his family was an official. The Yan family caravan provided this convenience, and maybe it could also lead to a good relationship.
As soon as I thought about it, my reluctance was immediately eliminated.
When Su Ziji saw it, he gave the person in charge another one hundred taels of silver note: "This is the silver for making the coffin. Please pay more attention to it."
"Why do you need money to work for an imperial envoy?" The person in charge was very wealthy and declined immediately.
Su Ziji didn't take it back either: "Let's give this money to the people who helped carry Brother Shao's body and decorate it."
After finishing the matter, Su Ziji did not return to the imperial envoy's official ship, but let the Yan family's merchant ship approach his ship and went back directly.
When we came back, there were several people standing on the deck, waiting for the results.
Su Ziji said to the doctor: "The imperial envoy has agreed to my request. Brother Shao's body will be carried to a ship in the Yan family's fleet later. People from the Yan family's merchant ship will prepare the coffin and escort it to the capital." p>
"But please don't bother decorating the body."
As he said that, he took out thirty taels of silver notes: "This is for burial clothes."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and was pleased with the result.
"In that case, leave it to me." After bowing his hands to Su Ziji, the doctor ordered his apprentice to send someone to carry the body to the merchant ship, and also directed the cabin to be cleaned.
"According to the rules, after people die of illness, the debris must be cleaned up."
"Of course, gold, silver and precious things are not included." The doctor got the advantage and asked Su Ziji to sit down and said, "You are good friends. Take a look and see if there is anything left in the cabin..."
In fact, the imperial envoy's attachés were given free treatment, and some of the silver they opened was only fifty taels of silver notes and five or six taels of broken silver.
"Take out all the books to dry in the sun. You can put them away after drying." Su Ziji looked at it and said: "Let's divide the broken silver among everyone. It's hard-earned money. This whole silver is waiting for the shore. I'll treat everyone to a feast.
, to get rid of the bad luck."
What he said was reasonable and reasonable. Although the doctor was a little disappointed, he still responded loudly. Others were even more happy and their hands and feet moved faster.
On the other hand, the wild Taoist had been following Su Ziji without saying a word since he came back from Su Ziji. At this moment, Su Ziji turned around and saw that he was still silent.
Su Ziji had to laugh and said to the wild Taoist: "You followed me without saying anything. What are you thinking about?"
Only then did the wild Taoist speak: "Young Master Wen Tao's military skills are extraordinary, I admire him very much, and now this matter, Lu Fengyun is even more moved."
With that said, he went forward and picked out one piece: "My lord said that nothing fell here. I don't think so. This handkerchief belongs to my lord."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply.
When Su Ziji saw it, he couldn't help but be moved. This was not for the handkerchief, but for Lu Fengyun's survival and future, he became Su Ziji's guest, and he will do his best in the future.
But it is more about the relationship between the boss and the boss, which may be more camaraderie than between Jian Qu and Qian Zhidong, but there will be no qualitative change.
There is nothing wrong with this. Su Ziji is relatively satisfied with the wild Taoists.
But now, Lu Fengyun called "Lord" in front of outsiders, but there was a complete qualitative change. The people who witnessed it didn't know what he meant, and Jian Qu couldn't help but change his expression.
Su Ziji couldn't help but be moved. He took the handkerchief as an excuse to cover it up and took a look: "Hey, this handkerchief looks familiar to me."
"Lord, have you forgotten? This is the handkerchief that fell when I went to sea that day and blew a flute in the air."
"You picked it up without looking at it carefully. You didn't want Mr. Shao to keep it in your collection."
Su Ziji glanced at the wild Taoist, thought about it, and opened it to see that it was some kind of rusty plant with thorns, but he didn't recognize it.
"It's eggplant, right? It's poisonous, can anesthetize, and can see hallucinations." The wild Taoist also changed the subject calmly: "Sanskrit calls it mandala, which has many meanings. It is said that it originally represented terror and unpredictability.
The darkness can be turned white, and the evil will disappear on its own, so it can be called a special method."
"Oh?" Su Ziji didn't care, he let it go and smiled: "That shouldn't be called Sang Nu, it should be called Mandala Girl."
Southwest·Dinu Mountain
Mu Sang led a few village soldiers up the mountain road. In the rain and snow, the stream poured down, and stones rolled down from time to time. Under the sky as dark as dusk, it looked extremely scary.
The village soldiers were familiar with the mountain roads, but they were still exhausted and trembling, but no one dared to speak.
Arriving at a place, Mu Sang looked at it intently. It was a temple like a stone tower. It was only a stone's throw away before he wanted to go up. The stone tower flashed red, and a maid came out to greet it.
"Where is Sang Nu?" Mu Sang asked with a sullen face: "She still refuses to see me?"
"I am Mu Sang, the king she recognized personally. Why don't you want to see me? Is it because you failed this time?"
"Wait a few more years, wait a few more years, wait until the old emperor of the Central Plains dies, and his sons will fight for it, and that will be our opportunity."
"I will definitely fulfill my vow to become king, hold my daughter high, and marry you as my queen."
"Go and spread the word quickly, spread the word!"
In the rain and snow, hoarse words were heard, but the maid just listened and said nothing. When he got tired of shouting, she bowed and retreated.
A very simple stone path, lit with torches, leads to an altar, and on the altar lies a young girl, with her hands clasped in front of her chest, ignoring the howling outside.
"Sang Nu!" The maid then showed some emotions.
"He failed. He is no longer worthy of the word mulberry." The girl said quietly: "I warned him that he only has one destiny, so he must be patient and seize the best opportunity."
"It's a pity that he couldn't bear it and failed."
"Nv Sang, that's because he loves you and wants to marry you as soon as possible." The maid said boldly.
"For me, or for the heart of the emperor's daughter?" the girl said: "Also, I am not doing it for his dominance. What the emperor's daughter needs is just the way to be a king."
"Now, there may be a better candidate, although he is a bit cold."