Li Wan didn't know whether it was true or not, and he was worried that Brother Rong really had something serious to do, so he said, "Just go over there."
Brother Rong was secretly happy and hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way. Walking in front, the smile on his face never stopped.
Li Wan followed Brother Rong, looking at his generous back, and then watching Cong Lutang getting closer and closer. She knew very well that if she went in here today, she would inevitably get sore legs, numb hands, and a hoarse voice.
Go through the corridor and cross the stream. Looking at a few plantain trees beside the stream outside the bamboo forest, I actually saw two green toads lying on the smooth plantain tree trunks.
Li Wan felt even more conflicted. She really wanted to see Brother Rong today, so she dressed up carefully, not only adding a headdress, but also letting the maid smoke her clothes.
It's been years since this happened.
She wanted Brother Rong to see her beautiful side, but that didn't mean she wanted to have more fun and affection with him.
"What's wrong?" Jia Rong, who was walking in front, suddenly didn't hear the two people's reply. He looked back and saw Li Wan and Su Yun standing next to the banana tree. A huge green banana leaf poked out from the trunk of the tree, like a giant hand holding it above the heads of Li Wan and Su Yun.
Li Wan shook his head slightly, walked out from under the banana leaf, and smiled to himself. He said: "Nothing, let's talk about it in Cong Green Hall."
In fact, she just had the idea of retreating. Seeing that the podium with Wang Ruzhou's poems hanging on it came into view, there was a voice in her heart saying: Don't go, don't continue, wouldn't you have said it already? Why do you still come here by accident? You still want to find Brother Rong and see Brother Rong.
Such a voice lingered in her head.
Can it really stop here?
Li Wan thought about it for a while before he couldn't stop thinking about it. So I laughed at myself, laughing at my own immorality and shamelessness.
Jia Rong saw a change in Li Wan's expression, and his eyes dodge slightly. I couldn't help but feel empty in my heart, and said, "Let's talk about everything in Conglutang."
Li Wan nodded.
The maid Suyun beside her could clearly feel that grandma suddenly took her hand. Su Yun secretly glanced at her grandma and found that her brows were furrowed and she looked worried.
Suyun lowered her head and said nothing. The matter between grandma and Uncle Xiao Rong was not something that a maid like her could interfere with.
Just supporting Grandma Zhu, she followed Uncle Xiao Rong into the green hall.
The three of them walked all the way inside.
Passing by the room where Wang Ruzhou's poems were hung last time I stayed, I changed to the room on the outside. Pushing the door open, the furnishings inside look like a study. The room full of books is placed on the bookshelves, neatly organized and divided into categories.
There is actually a huge huanghuali writing case near the window, with all the writing, ink, paper and inkstone on it.
Li Wan glanced at Brother Rong in surprise. Is this person really here to do serious business?
Just thinking about it like this, all the contradictions that I just thought about disappeared. At this moment, I only felt a touch of sourness in my heart, and I was curious about what Brother Rong was going to do.
Seeing Jia Rong approaching the writing desk, he called Suyun to get water to wash the pen.
Li Wan said politely: "You are very good at handling her. When you order her, it seems like you are ordering the maid of your Dongfu."
Jia Rong was stunned.
Su Yun held the azure fish-scaled three-legged drum nail wash and stayed there, looking at Grandma Zhu eagerly, wondering whether she should listen to Uncle Xiao Rong's orders.
Brother Rong smiled and said: "I don't like to have maids around, so I can only use the palace judge's Miss Suyun today."
Li Wan blushed and glared at Brother Rong. Ever since he told him his name, this guy always liked to call him "Palace Judge" when no one was around.
There are really no rules.
But Li Wan was particularly useful, as if the word "gongcai" came out of Brother Rong's mouth, it had a special magic power. It makes your heart feel warm, itchy, numb, and crispy, and a stream of heat flows from your heart to your whole body, making you unable to say anything bad.
What is a woman's name? It cannot be known to outsiders, nor can it be called by outsiders.
In Xifu, Li Wan will always be Grandma Zhu; outside, Li Wan can only be Mrs. Jia Li.
For many years no one called the palace judge.
Li Wan glanced at Su Yun, who was still stunned, and said with a slight smile: "Why don't you go get some water? I'm still waiting to polish the ink."
Suyun, who was washing her pen in her arms, lowered her head and blushed, thinking about "borrowing it from Miss Suyun". Although Uncle Xiao Rong didn't mean what she thought, it was enough to make her shy. It was really easy for others to misunderstand.
Hearing her grandma's voice, Suyun's head lowered, and she didn't dare to raise her head, so she turned around and ran away with her pen in hand.
Seeing this, Li Wan said: "This girl has no rules, and she doesn't worry about dropping the brush. She and her whole family can't afford to sell the things from your kiln. When she comes back, she will be punished hard."
Brother Rong smiled slowly and said: "The palace judge is very impressed now. The glaze color of that thing is similar to that of the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty, but it is not the Song Ru kiln. It is imitated by modern people. Otherwise, how can I have such a precious object?" I am willing to put a writing desk by the window."
Li Wan said: "Being reckless also breaks the rules, so you still have to teach her a lesson."
Brother Rong said: "Let's not talk about her. I heard that the several pieces of rouge rice outside Daoxiang Village are managed by the palace magistrate. I would like to ask the palace magistrate to do a favor."
"Although I didn't go to the fields personally, I actually supervised and managed them. Brother Rong, are you going to ask about Yan Zhimi?"
"It has nothing to do with Rouge Rice. It's just that before King Zhongshun left the capital, he gave me a task to compile a farming book. I also wrote a lot, and took a copy back to the Yamen two days ago to show to the agricultural officials in each province. But they I can’t understand it at all, and even the officials in the yamen say it’s profound, so I want to ask the palace judge to help polish it.”
In fact, it is not so profound because Brother Rong wrote it based on the habits of his previous life. There are even many words in the writing and sentences that were only found in later generations, as well as some later professional terms that even Jia Rong was not aware of, so the agricultural officials and camp officials could not understand them.
But Jia Rong didn't understand the agricultural terminology of this era.
Because of this, Jia Rong wanted to ask Li Wan to translate it and describe it in words that fit the era.
Under Li Wan's surprised gaze, Brother Rong opened a drawer next to him, took out a volume and handed it to Li Wan. "The palace judge will take a look first."
Li Wan really wanted Brother Rong to stop calling him 'Palace Judge', 'Palace Judge', but looking at Brother Rong's face, he couldn't say that. He reached out to take it and started reading.
At the right time, Suyun had returned from fetching water.
Li Wan ignored her, pointed at the two words and asked, "What does Er Li mean here?"
What two cents? Brother Rong curiously went over to take a look and explained: "Two centimeters deep."
At the same time, he made a gesture like planting rice with his index finger and middle finger deep down, and said: "It's probably just this deep."
"Six points deep."
Six points? When it comes to units such as inches and feet, Jia Rong has a rough idea in mind. As for minutes, she has never come across such units of length. He smiled and said: "Fortunately there is a palace judge, otherwise I don't know when this thing would be finished."
Li Wan continued to read and suddenly felt a chill. He suddenly looked down and said reproachfully: "Brother Rong, what do you think of me?"
