Because Zhao Cheng had the idea of making playing cards for a long time, he went to the bookstore and bought some exquisite calligraphy paper. The texture of these calligraphy papers was very hard, close to the playing cards of later generations, and did not need to be changed too much. Just cut it into the same length and size. Just write the number on the front.
Soon, fifty-four playing cards were produced. Zhao Cheng explained a little more, and Xia Ying quickly understood the rules of the game.
Although the Arabic numerals on the cards are quite special, Xia Ying only used them three times before she completely memorized them.
At the beginning, Zhao Cheng was not serious and played a few games casually. But as Xia Ying became more and more familiar with the cards and rules, the outcome between the two began to gradually become stalemate.
"Hey, you learn very quickly!" Zhao Cheng felt that Xia Ying quickly mastered the rules, which is very rare from a beginner's perspective.
"This is bad luck, my cards are too bad!" Zhao Cheng also started to lose occasionally.
When it comes to playing cards, Zhao Cheng is considered a semi-expert. At least he had no pressure to deal with the gamblers who set up a game to trick him.
But I didn't expect that Xia Ying, who was new to playing cards, would progress so quickly and could already play with Zhao Cheng in a sound manner.
After the two of them finished fishing, they went fishing, either bullfighting or Texas Hold'em. They had a great time playing from morning to afternoon.
It was almost dinner time, and Zhao Cheng began to organize the New Year's Eve dinner.
Because the dishes had already been cut and prepared, there was only one last step left, so soon, six or seven dishes were placed on the table. Zhao Cheng even brought out a jar of Dashunzhai's cellar. Although the alcohol content was low, the wine had great staying power. Enough.
After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, Zhao Cheng poured himself a bowl of wine and said to Xia Ying: "If your injury is not healed, don't drink. It is not conducive to wound healing. But although there is no wine, there is another good thing."
Zhao Cheng went to the west wing and brought back a pot of herbal tea. He handed it to Xia Ying and said, "Try the herbal tea I made. You can have tea instead of bar."
Thinking that it was rare for him to have a New Year's Eve dinner, but unfortunately Zhou Rushuang was not there, Zhao Cheng picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
"cheers!"
"cheers!"
Xia Ying followed Zhao Cheng's example and drank all the herbal tea in the bowl.
The sound of crackling firecrackers could be heard in the night sky in the distance. Zhao Cheng also lit the firecrackers he had prepared long ago. The thick bamboo tubes were filled with gunpowder. As expected, the sound was like thunder, easily covering the sound of the surrounding firecrackers. .
The New Year's Eve of the 14th year of Taihe quietly passed away amidst the sound of firecrackers, ushering in the first month of the 15th year of Taihe.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Cheng took a few pastries, sweetmeats and the like to visit neighbors and pay New Year greetings.
When everyone walks on the street, they will bow to each other and congratulate each other for not being eaten by the Nian beast.
Xia Ying recovered quickly. On the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Zhao Cheng checked the healing of the wound and felt that it could be folded, so he found a pair of scissors to remove the stitches from Xia Ying's wound.
"I have never seen this kind of treatment method." Xia Ying felt that Zhao Cheng's method of treating trauma was indeed magical. After the sutures were removed, there was only a shallow mark on the wound. As time goes by, this mark will eventually become disappeared.
Zhao Cheng pointed to the penetrating wound on Xia Ying's shoulder and said, "The wound must be divided as well. A wound like this cannot be sutured."
"Why?" Xia Ying asked without understanding.
"After this kind of wound penetrates, if the two ends are sutured and closed first, a lot of dirt invisible to the eyes will be left in the cavity in the middle, which will quickly cause the wound to fester."
In the fortune-telling place where Xia Ying is located, injuries are commonplace, and there are not a few people who die from injuries. If they had known the difference here and knew how to deal with it, so many people might not have died.
"Can I learn from you?" Xia Ying felt that if she knew how to do this, she would be able to save her life if she was attacked or injured in the future.
Zhao Chengyi spread his hands: "It's difficult to explain clearly without examples. I can't talk about it by opening your wounds, right?"
"If you want to learn this skill, you can learn it fastest on the battlefield."
Xia Ying was silent for a moment: "My injury has healed, and I will leave tomorrow for Shangjing. If you also go to Shangjing, you can go to the Ministry of Punishment to find me."
She pointed at the small copper sky-swallowing beast hung by Zhao Cheng in front of the window: "You can find me with this."
The divination team has a status in the Ministry of Justice. Xia Ying was rescued by Zhao Cheng twice. She really wanted to repay this kindness within her ability, so she left her own unique token.
"If you need my help with anything, remember to come to me."
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Xia Ying secretly left Fenghuangli again and headed towards Beijing.
After half a month of recuperation, I have healed all my injuries and am now on the road with ease.
Xia Ying did go back to Beijing this time to report the investigation situation to "Chujiu". Although there were some twists and turns on the way, and she was even seriously injured and fell into coma, but fortunately Zhao Cheng rescued her and she was able to return to the divination team intact.
And the information she brought back this time should be enough for her to successfully advance from a peripheral member to a core member and become the "Jiujiu".
During a trip to the land, Xia Ying discovered a shocking secret.
When King Lu was alive, he made many arrangements for his death, which were called the legacy of King Lu.
Over the years, the divination team has been exploring the legacy of King Lu. However, because King Lu was killed after the rebellion and was widely implicated, many clues were interrupted. The divination team spent ten years and only got the clues. Just a few words of news.
For example, the top-secret information of the Dishan Qian Group held by Xia Ying, although vague, would still be news that shocked the world once it was announced.
This time after Xia Ying went to Peidi, the news she collected was even more exciting than the news from the Dishanqian group.
She couldn't imagine what decision the emperor would make once the news reached Beijing.
At least Xia Ying felt that it would be a bloody washout, and countless officials from the Chen Dynasty would be implicated.
Xia Ying was the only one sitting in the carriage heading to Beijing. She glanced back at Qinghe County, which was drifting away, and finally made a decision.
She opened the leather bag she carried with her, took out the wax paper pill containing the key information, unfolded it gently, and read it silently several times again.
"His wife probably just happened to meet her, not a remnant of King Lu's party, so let me do one thing for him."
Xia Ying thought like this, took out a firecracker from the leather bag at her waist, blew it, and moved the note over.
The dancing flame quickly ignited the note in her hand and burned off a corner. The words "Zhou Rushuang" happened to be burned off.
The paper was quickly crumpled into a ball again, and a few drops of wax oil were dripped on it, forming a round wax ball.
