"Shuofang?" Wei Min didn't hesitate and said with a frown: "Why choose Shuofang? This is the hinterland of the Southern Huns. The folk customs are backward and not conducive to management." Tian Feng bowed his hands and responded with a smile: "What are the Southern Huns? , this is the northern border pass of my Han Dynasty, isn’t it?” Wei Min opened his mouth, then nodded mockingly,
"Yes, Yuan Hao is right, this is the northern border of our Han Dynasty." Wei Cheng also laughed and said to his second uncle Wei Min: "Well, it is good to choose Shuofang, which is just convenient for the implementation of the next plan. , Shuofang is connected to Hu Di in the north and commercial road in the west. My second uncle has long been envious of the prosperous trade of Liangzhou Wuwei."
"What Cheng'er means is..." Wei Min's eyes lit up. Wei Cheng nodded and said: "The accumulation in one winter is almost done. Let's try some of our cheap goods to see if we can open up the market. It doesn't matter whether we make money or not. The key is to transfer the business to our territory. "Everyone looked at the map and saw that Shuofang and Wuwei were inseparable, only two days' journey at most.
But if we travel two more days, we can save nearly half of the purchase cost for the merchants in the Western Regions. I believe they are still willing to trade with Shuofang.
Moreover, Wei Cheng has a lot of cheap industrial products that are very profitable, such as mirrors, glass beads, and porcelain. When the time comes, he can exchange them for gold and silver treasures in large quantities from the merchants in the Western Regions.
Of course, as of now, the cloth, tea, salt and iron produced in Hedong are all good commodities for trade.
After determining the direction, the next matters were left to my second uncle Wei Min and Tian Feng to handle. Wei Cheng once again became the hands-off shopkeeper.
···That night. Wei Cheng returned to the small courtyard and looked at the deserted courtyard. His whole body suddenly felt bad again.
On the other hand, the lights next door are brightly lit, and you can see the light overflowing in the distance. You can hear Qiao's smiling voice up close, and Aning's chirping voice can be heard far away.
Wei Cheng sat alone at the bluestone table, lit the fire, and warmed his heart. The herbs that were dried in the morning have not been put away yet. At this time in the past, Cai Yan and Hao Niang must have come back to put them away.
"Oh... so lonely!" Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, a few wisps of lovesickness came to my heart. My baby Yan'er seemed to have forgotten that she had such a husband.
A spring toad jumped out from under the courtyard wall, making a harsh cry of "lonely widow, lonely widow...".
Wei Cheng looked towards the courtyard next door and couldn't help but curl his lips. Just listen to Cai Yan say: "... This poem is well written, revealing the patriotism and the desolation of the world, but it has a little more desolation, which is not something you can write." The gentle female voice responded: "Sister, please don't make fun of me. If Chan'er hadn't found out about it, I wouldn't have dared to use it to embarrass you, a talented woman in the world." Wei Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked closer unconsciously. After a few steps, I put my ear against the courtyard wall and began to eavesdrop.
Zhong Chan said: "Dear...sister, my poems are so good, why don't you dare to show them to others? If I were as talented as you, I wouldn't have to see Tian'er being urged by my father to read and practice calligraphy."
"Haha, Chan'er must not be laughing at me. I'm just moaning for no reason. I can't talk about any talent..."
"It's rare to have two sisters here at the same time today, why don't we also form a poetry club?" This was the voice of my aunt Wei Ning.
My eldest aunt Wei Min is also there,
"Yes, if you get bored in the future, let's make friends with poems. If the weather is clear tomorrow, we can also go on an outing to the Taolin and Liar Gardens outside the city." The gentle woman hesitated and said with a smile. : "Sisters and sisters, if I have some free time, I would be very happy." At this time, Zhong Chan cheered and suggested: "Then it is better to choose a day than to hit it. Today is a good day for us to establish a poetry club. Let's think about it together. Think about giving our poetry club a nice name." There was a lot of discussion over there, and even Aning came up and suggested a 'cake poetry club', which was immediately rejected by Zhong Chan.
Baby Yan'er said: "It's February now, why not call it Huayue Poetry Society." Wei Qian nodded slightly, and February was also called: Liyue, Apricot Moon, Huayue, Zhongyue, Zhongchun, Full Moon, Ruyue , Zhongyang, Zhuqiu, Sizhiri, Zhonghe, Huachao, Jiazhong, Dazhuang, Maoyue, etc.
Huayue Poetry Society is also romantic and pleasant. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted the approval of the gentle woman, so the name of the poetry club was decided.
Zhong Chan suggested again: "Okay, then today is a great day for the establishment of our Huayue Poetry Society. The two sisters are both talented women in our country. Shouldn't they write a poem?" Cai Yan and Na Wen Miss Wan smiled at the same time, and her aunt Wei Min said: "Chan'er's suggestion is good, but poetry must have a title, otherwise it will be too unchallenging. We are called Huayue Poetry Society, why not use the moon as the symbol? What's the title?" This proposal was quite satisfactory. Using the month as the title was a bit too simple. Wei Cheng smiled disdainfully at the wall. After all, her eldest aunt's talent and knowledge were a little shallow, not as good as her younger aunt's.
Wei Cheng raised his head and glanced at the moonlight. My aunt's voice came from the yard next door,
"It's not difficult for the two of them to use the moon as the title. I think we'll use 'Lovesickness' as the title, haha." The last laugh was obviously a bit narrow-minded.
There was silence in the courtyard for a while, and everyone seemed to have a bit of shyness on their faces. After a long time, I heard Cai Yan say: "In that case...sister, come first?" The gentle woman was stunned, and said in a shy tone: "Sister should come first. My sister and Mr. Wei have a stronger relationship than Jin. I think I understand lovesickness better, so I'll show it to my sister first." Wei Cheng chuckled, although he didn't see Yan'er's expression at this time, but he must be very charming and good-looking.
However, in front of so many people, Cai Yan's face turned red, and he had no idea for a moment. There was only the shadow of Wei Cheng in his mind, not even a single stroke of a Chinese character.
Wei Cheng was lying on the wall in a funny way. After waiting for a long time, Cai Yan was not writing a poem, so he knew that she must be dizzy at this time.
His eyes happened to fall on the drying rack by the wall. The red beans in the dustpan made Wei Cheng's eyes light up. Okay, I, Chen, am going to fill the cup.
Wei Cheng took two steps back, pretending to be leisurely and looking at the bright moon in the sky, as if he was afraid that the other party wouldn't hear him, and deliberately coughed twice.
"Ahem!"
"Huh?" Hearing Zhong Chan's surprised voice, Wei Cheng picked up a red bean and recited: "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, I will send out a few branches. I hope you will pick more. This thing... I miss you the most!" Wei Cheng looked back at the suddenly quiet courtyard next door, picked up the dustpan of red beans with a smile, and sighed: "Oh, it's been a day in the sun and no one has taken you into the house. It's so pitiful. It's so pitiful." ." Wei Cheng said as he pretended to be free and easy and walked towards the pharmacy.
"Pfft... Hahaha, it's Brother Wei who's back."
"Husband, it's true that you didn't even say a word when you came back."
"Cheng'er's poem is good. Come on, one of you can copy it down."
"It's Mr. Wei..." Wei Cheng chuckled and disappeared into the night with great satisfaction, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
