It’s still too early to say goodbye to Chai Jingyun.
Duan Wenjun asked Mo Shoucheng to drive the carriage to the blacksmith shop.
The drawings were finished last night, so today he was going to find someone to try them out.
Looking at the drawing handed over by Duan Wenjun, Blacksmith Ma frowned at the things on the drawing that looked like bowls but not like bowls, and looked like pots but not like pots, "Master Duan, it's not that difficult to make this thing, it's just something in between. The hollow circular area, my skills are limited, I’m afraid it can’t be too regular.”
Duan Wenjun nodded, "It doesn't matter if the waist is rounded or not, but the furnace wall in the middle must not be too thick."
Duan Wenjun said, pointing to the drawing and continued, "There is also this place. Let's see if we can make a card slot and make the partition in the middle movable. If it is needed, it can be filled in. If it is not needed, just remove it. That kind of thing.”
Blacksmith Ma nodded and studied the drawing carefully.
What is drawn on the drawing is the appearance of the charcoal hot pot Duan Wenjun had in his previous life.
In the center is the stove with charcoal fire, and around it is the hot pot tank.
When he was on a mission in Sichuan, he liked to use this kind of charcoal hot pot the most because of the inconvenience of transportation in the mountains.
Grab some game from the mountains and make a pot of soup, break off a ball of hot pot ingredients, and blanch some green vegetables. Just thinking about the taste makes your mouth water.
However, he added the two compartments on the charcoal hot pot in his previous life to hold two different soup ingredients to make the mandarin duck hot pot.
Although the hot pot at Duan's Restaurant has been selling pretty well these days, Duan Wenjun felt that cooking with two boxes on the charcoal fire looked too unsightly and he couldn't get the feeling of eating hot pot in his previous life.
When the charcoal hot pot comes out, the hot pot from Duanjia Restaurant is perfect.
Duan Wenjun pointed at the drawings and introduced it. By the time he finished speaking, Blacksmith Ma already had a rough idea of how to build it.
However, he couldn't help the curiosity in his heart: "Mr. Duan, this is the first time I have made such a stove for so many years. I wonder what Mr. Duan does it for?"
Duan Wenjun smiled but did not answer.
Blacksmith Ma immediately woke up and said, "I understand, don't ask any more questions!"
Duan Wenjun made a reservation for twenty-two tables at once, because the Duan Family Restaurant only had twenty-two tables.
After paying the deposit in advance, he asked Blacksmith Ma to make a sample first, and then send it directly to Duan Mansion for him to see.
Coming out of the blacksmith shop, Mo Shoucheng drove the carriage directly towards Sihai Academy.
After entering the gate, Mo Shoucheng tied the carriage in the open space next to it, and then followed Duan Wenjun, each holding a jar of burning knives, and walked towards the back mountain.
It was morning class time now, and I met almost no one along the way, so I arrived at the back of the academy.
Although there is no lake in Green Lake Pavilion, there is the artificial lake of Sihai College under its hillside.
The lotus leaves in the artificial lake have sprouted emerald green tips.
The lotus poles are like supporting green boats, swaying in the wind.
Passing through the corridor of the artificial lake, we arrived in front of the gate.
It is said to be a gate house, but in fact it is just two wooden pillars standing at the foot of the hillside, with an eaves above the wooden pillars. It is very simple.
On both sides of the wooden pillar, there are half-man-high fence walls, which extend along the hillside to both sides and disappear around the corner.
Entering the gate, there is a path paved with gravel steps.
On the left side of the path is a pear orchard. The pear blossoms have faded and the trees are covered with many small fruits.
On the right side of the path is a peach orchard, where the peach blossoms are in full bloom. The breeze blows, and the peach blossoms are in bloom, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.
Looking up, you can see the roofs of several thatched huts at the end of the hilltop.
The straw on the thatched roof is all orange, and it has obviously been recently renovated.
Come to think of it, that hut is where Qin Feng lives.
By the time he reached the top of the slope, Duan Wenjun was already panting from exhaustion.
However, at the end of the pear orchard and peach grove, there is a different scene.
Several thatched cottages are also surrounded by half-man-high fences, similar to those at the foot of the hillside.
There are still two wooden pillars at the door, with a plaque horizontally written on them, "Green Lake Pavilion".
The wood door between the wooden pillars was ajar, and it was quiet inside.
When you push the door open and enter, the first thing you see is a pavilion.
The plaque on the pavilion reads "Pastoral Residence", the left side of the pillars on both sides reads "Long time in a cage", and the right side reads "Return to nature".
The handwriting looks brand new, probably just added not long ago.
In the center of the pavilion, Qin Feng was reading a book, while Jiang Shuying was making tea.
Opposite Jiang Shuying, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl sitting, smiling and looking at what Jiang Shuying was saying.
"Grandpa, a guest is here." Qin Siya saw Duan Wenjun and Mo Shoucheng first, and called out while looking at them curiously.
Qin Feng put down the book in his hand and stood up with a smile on his face, "Wenjun, come on, sit down!"
Duan Wenjun was not polite, put down the wine jar, sat down opposite Qin Feng, naturally took the teacup handed over by Jiang Shuying, and drank it all in one gulp.
Mo Shoucheng was not interested in drinking tea, so he sat on a stone next to him, took out his wine bag and drank it.
"I've been coming to Wangjiang for more than ten years, but I made the mistake of looking at you." Qin Feng stared at Duan Wenjun and smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "I've seen that you have been ignorant and unskilled all these years. I didn't expect that you are full of energy." Talent.”
"Mr. Qin, it's not like you don't know what my virtues are." Duan Wenjun showed a wry smile. "Although I have been a student at Sihai College for four years, I'm afraid I haven't been able to attend ten classes in total. Where is my talent?"
"Your talent is far greater than this. How can those scholars from Sihai Academy teach you." Qin Feng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "It's just that I don't understand something. Why have you always hidden your clumsiness before? Could it be Duan Did that guy Nobita ask for it?"
Qin Feng has been thinking about this issue since it was confirmed that Duan Wenjun was truly talented and knowledgeable.
If Duan Wenjun has been hiding his clumsiness, then why should he hide his clumsiness?
Then there is only one reason. Duan Daxiong doesn't want him to show off his talents, and he doesn't want him to stand out too much.
After all, sometimes, if some people are too good, they are easily forgotten.
However, this reason seems a bit far-fetched.
Duan Daxiong came to him several times and wanted to teach Duan Wenjun personally, but he was turned away every time.
If Duan Daxiong really let him hide his clumsiness, why would he need to find himself?
"I don't dare to deceive Mr. Qin. The student is really not a clumsy person." Duan Wenjun looked at Qin Feng and sighed, "Speaking of which, I really should be grateful to that Jiangyang thief Gui Feng. If he hadn't tied me up and chopped me with a knife, I almost wouldn't have been able to do it." Even if I lose my life, I still won’t have an epiphany.”
"Actually, I really didn't know those poems at all before. I just don't know why, but suddenly an idea flashed in my mind, and I had them." Duan Wenjun continued, "If you asked me to write poems now, without that sudden inspiration, I really can’t write it.”
Hearing Duan Wenjun's words, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel stunned.
Wang Yuanqing had mentioned to him before that Duan Wenjun might not be able to wake up.
It was he who asked Wang Yuanqing to tell the Duan family unless a miracle happened.
However, he never felt in his heart that a miracle might happen.
However, this impossible miracle really happened.
Since a miracle happened, it is not impossible for Duan Wenjun to suddenly have an inspiration.
But if this is the case, doesn't it mean that his aura is not very stable?
Qin Feng was still considering whether to recommend Duan Wenjun to participate in Qiu Wei, but he had to think carefully about this.
If his aura really disappears during the exam, the reputation he has accumulated in Wangjiang in the past few days will also be destroyed.
"Do you have any idea to go to Qiu Wei?" Qin Feng was still unwilling to give up. He poured out the remaining tea in the cup and then looked up at Duan Wenjun.
"Participate in Qiu Wei?" Duan Wenjun said with a sad smile, "Mr. Qin, please forgive me! My title of scholar was donated by my father with money. If I go to Qiu Wei, am I not deliberately letting others see it? Am I kidding?"
"A good man is determined to have a career as an official. Why are you so unmotivated?" Qin Siya on the side suddenly became a little unhappy. "You are the husband chosen by Sister Shu Ying. Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you?" Don’t you think about Sister Shu Ying? Do you just want her to follow you in the small Wangjiang City to farm for the rest of her life? To be a businessman for the rest of her life?”
"Shu Ying, if I stay in Wangjiang and be a laid-back young master, will you abandon me?" Duan Wenjun turned to look at Jiang Shuying with a sly smile.
Jiang Shuying's face suddenly turned red. "No matter what Young Master Duan decides, Shu Ying respects Young Master's choice. If Young Master really just wants to be a young master in Wangjiang, Shu Ying will come back to accompany Young Master after the affair is over." "
Duan Wenjun stared at Jiang Shuying, but felt a strong sadness in her eyes.
Are you worried about what you have to do when you go to Shangliang, or are you worried that you just want to be a leisurely young boss and don't want to make progress?
However, for some reason, Duan Wenjun suddenly felt a strong feeling in his heart.
Jiang Shuying, it seems, is not as simple as she sees...
She was sure that there were still many hidden stories that she didn't know about...
