"Uncle Shi."
Brother Rong entered the city through Chaoyang Gate and happened to meet Chen Xuyuan who was in charge of the city gate. Jia Rong bowed respectfully and asked where to check.
"No need, just go to the city." Chen Xuyuan smiled and shook his head. "Brother Rong goes to and from the city every day, so he has to bring a few smart and powerful people with him. In addition to acne, the most dangerous thing in this world is people. .”
"At the feet of the Emperor, even a young boy outside the Shenjing City would not dare to be arrogant." Brother Rong continued, "Uncle Shi is on duty here, so my nephew should follow the rules, lest this little thing ruin the world. Uncle’s reputation.”
Chen Xuyuan said nothing and nodded. After personally leading him into Wengcheng, he said: "Uncle Shi is not trying to gain power for you in such a small matter. There are many officials working outside the city, and it would take a lot of effort to check them all. Since the yamen has conducted self-examination , there is no need to come here again."
So that's it. I also saw a row of guns and crossbows on the Wengcheng, so I didn't say anything more.
Chen Xuyuan took Brother Rong and told him again: "Take my words to heart, and always have two smart boys with you when you leave the city. When you come out of the Water Conservancy Yingtian Mansion, don't stop on the road and enter the city early."
Brother Rong knew that things were not simple, so he stopped asking. He accepted it and boarded the car to say goodbye.
The carriage passed through Wengcheng and passed Chaoyang Gate.
Inside is a completely different scene. Inside the Chaoyang Gate is a raging fire, below the Chaoyang Gate is a murderous aura, and outside the Chaoyang Gate is a deathly aura.
It's like a city gate separates two worlds.
Chen Shishu was not unreasonable. Under the plague, evil beings are present, and this is the time for unscrupulous people to confuse people's hearts.
In this situation, anything could go wrong.
When Uncle Rong entered the city, he didn't urge Shi En to go back home. Instead, he went to Nancheng. The bustle in the south city is even more lively than in the inner city. In the evening, there is an endless stream of customers in the convenience stores on the street.
The tall restaurant at the corner was even hung with colorful ribbons, and even from the carriage where Jia Rong was sitting, he could hear the drunken laughter coming from the restaurant.
"What do you want to buy, sir?" At the busiest section, the carriage moved even slower. Shi En couldn't help but ask.
Uncle Rong himself couldn't tell. He wanted to buy a gadget for Sister Feng, but there was no shortage of rare gadgets at home, and Wang Xifeng looked down upon ordinary things.
It's really hard for this kind of woman who has been accustomed to the world since she was a child to give things away.
"What is that?" Uncle Rong asked curiously.
"That's a butterfly table. We also have it in our house. It's made up of various shapes of furniture. Mr. She also has a set of huanghuali wood butterfly tables, with a total of thirteen tables. Nancheng People who didn’t have enough money couldn’t afford this table toy, so they made the butterfly table into a wooden board and played with it for fun. It’s a toy to entertain children.”
Uncle Rong came closer to take a look, and then looked at it for a while.
No wonder it looks familiar. Isn't this a jigsaw puzzle? However, most jigsaw puzzles have seven pieces, but here they have thirteen pieces. While he was looking at it carefully, the seller picked up a small booklet from the table and said: "Sir, here is a complete set of "Die Ji Tu" handed down from the Ming Dynasty in the past, which records the changes of the 108 styles of butterfly tables. .”
Uncle Rong was about to pick up the book.
The seller quickly accepted it with quick hands and eyes, and said with a smile: "Master, it's not that I don't want to show it to you. What I sell is a novelty. If you see the pictures inside, you will buy it."
Uncle Rong smiled nonchalantly and asked. "How much silver?"
The seller just raised a finger and immediately changed it again. "One tael...no, five hundred Wen."
"Why don't you go and grab it?" Shi En shouted hurriedly, "You blind thing, do you know who is in front of you? The bamboo pole hit our Lord. A few wooden things, and you dare to ask for five hundred coins. .”
"Jue...Jue..." The seller could tell that Brother Rong was unusually dressed, so he deliberately raised the price.
Brother Rong glared at Shi En dissatisfied.
Shi En said aggrievedly: "Uncle, you don't know that this thing costs at most two cents. And we also have the book in our house. When the uncle was young, He Lian... and... and the second grandma fought for this thing together." At that time, I broke a leg of a rosewood table and was given a good lesson by the master. Later, it was the second mistress who interceded to save the master."
There are also stories like this.
Uncle Rong has no memory of this, but... Jia Rong can guarantee that the table leg must have been broken by Wang Xifeng.
The poor guy has been taking the blame for Wang Xifeng since he was a child, and then Sister Feng came out to be a good person.
It fits Sister Feng's style of doing things very well.
Uncle Rong secretly gritted his teeth and wanted to laugh a little bit. Looking at the embarrassed seller, Shi En took out a few taels of silver from his body and said, "Okay, don't ask for 500 taels of silver. I bought it for 5 taels of silver."
"uncle."
"Some things are priceless." Brother Rong glanced at Shi En lightly. From table to board, this is a great step up and well worth the money. The toys that symbolized wealthy people entered common people's homes. From this, Jia Rong thought of many things that could be made and sold.
What's even more worth spending money on is that it actually involves the childhood past of Jia Rong and Wang Xifeng.
The matter of taking the blame should be settled with Na Nizi no matter what. It's worth the money. The gift for Sister Feng cannot be cheap.
Uncle Rong said again: "When you get back to the house, go to Butler Lai and get a few taels of silver. I will reward you."
Shi En could not say anything else, he just giggled. A few taels of silver can be used as his wages for several months.
The seller was even more unbelievable after hearing this. He had all these worthless things, and the most expensive one was the "Butterfly Pictures". When I heard the boy said that he had it at home, my heart sank, thinking that the deal that had finally come to my door was gone again.
unexpected surprise.
"Are there any other novelties?"
"Yes, there is indeed some. It's just..." The seller shyly pointed to the ironing sample on the table, which was extremely crude and rough.
Uncle Rong had also seen the hot stamping samples. Before the Grand View Garden was built, Mr. Yehu from Shanzi not only drew and planned the patterns, but also made hot stamping samples for several attic pavilions.
Those ironing samples are all exquisite. Even if they are compared with the ones in the Grand View Garden now, they are like miniature models of reality.
But the one in front of me is rough and crude, with the clumsy temperament of an honest person.
"You did it all with your own hands? What can you say about this perm?"
The seller nodded. Maybe he couldn't think of an explanation, so he hesitated with a red face. It took a long time to finally find an advantage, and he silently organized some good words before saying: "Although this ironing sample is simple and crude, it is better because it can be disassembled at will and easily assembled. Every piece of wood in it... can be easily cut."
The seller said that he was too embarrassed to continue talking.
Jia Rong listened carefully and gently moved her hand. Only two or three soft squeaking sounds were heard, and the iron sample collapsed. "It's a little different."
"..." The seller lowered his head, too embarrassed to see anyone.
Uncle Rong looked at the collapsed iron pattern. It reminds me of a very popular toy in my previous life, which was building blocks. He was not sure whether the perm samples and the building blocks were related, or whether they were of the same origin.
He didn't understand these things, but he felt that making them would indeed be good toys.
You can even make a fortune at home and abroad.
He said seriously: "It's a good thing."
"..."
Seeing this scene, Shi En couldn't understand what the uncle meant. Is this a murderous act? But why give so much money just to humiliate this seller?
Has this guy ever offended the uncle?
Shi En thought to himself: Our uncle is good at everything, but he always likes to use dirty tricks when things happen. It is not good for such a powerless person to offend anyone, but the boss. No one in Shenjing would dare to say a bad word about the uncle in person?
The uncle is a person who will hold grudges for the rest of his life.
"Show favors."
Look, uncle called me, you kid, just wait for your misfortune. "Uncle, what should I do if I want to be younger?"
"Go to the car and get the pen and ink cartridges."
"Huh? Oh."
Then, Shi En saw the uncle writing on the paper: If you enter the house, you will receive twenty taels of monthly money.
Goodbye uncle took the private seal from his arms and stamped it directly.
"If you don't mind it, you can work in Jia Jianing's Mansion for two taels per month. Come to the door with this voucher, and the people in charge of the mansion will entertain you when they see the voucher."
"uncle……"
Two taels of silver. Shi En wanted to cry, he got more than he, who ran errands with the uncle every day and held horses. The seller also wanted to cry. He only got two taels of silver every month, but today he got five taels in one breath. Those five taels are just like the two taels every month, they are rare.
A happy event from heaven.
On the way back home, Shi En couldn't figure out why the uncle wanted to give the carpenter and seller two taels of silver. The butterfly diagram board that the uncle bought is not a difficult task, anyone can do it.
As for the ironing pattern, there are many people in both houses who can do it more delicately.
Human thoughts are not connected. Most people's vision is limited to their own surroundings. It's the same for everyone, and Jia Rong is no exception.
He can only think of things from his past life when he sees the things that exist now. Lenovo does not appear out of thin air, there are traces to follow.
Just like when he was looking at the Diejitu board in his hand, he could only think that Wang Xifeng broke the table leg and asked him to take the blame.
Although he was not the one who suffered it at the beginning, he had to get this sum back no matter what.
Uncle Rong returned to Ningguo Mansion in a carriage in high spirits.
Holding the butterfly board and books in his own hands, he walked directly to Wang Xifeng's yard without even changing his clothes.
What clothes do you want to change into? You have to take them off anyway.
Huh? Why do I feel like the atmosphere in this courtyard is not right today? There was no one around, not even a maid. Even if Wang Xifeng, Ping'er, and Lin Hongyu are not here, there must be a few maids and women in the courtyard.
Weird.
Very strange.
The huge courtyard was quiet, quiet, without any sound.
Have they all gone out? Did you go to Keqing's courtyard? Or have you gone to Xifu and not returned yet? Or I went to the Grand View Garden again.
Uncle Rong was very confused. He looked around a few times and took a few steps with confusion. He went out of the courtyard again and looked for a little maid outside to ask.
"Grandma is in the courtyard. Not long ago, grandma heard that the uncle had returned to the house, so she asked the maids to bring hot water in."
Did you bring hot water in?
