"Why are you all here?" Qing Song walked in front of the Shu merchants and looked them in the eye.
The Shu merchants felt a lot of pressure. Eunuchs were the same as palace maids.
Would Dongzhu, who could use palace maids and eunuchs, be an ordinary Dongzhu?
"My name is Yang Huanjin, a salt merchant from Shu. I have an important matter to discuss with Li Dongzhu." The merchant who spoke before calmed down and replied.
"All of them?" Qing Song asked again.
"Yes!" Yang Huanjin replied.
"Choose another one to go in with us. Only two people." Qing Song gave a condition.
"Why does Li Dongzhu have eunuchs …" A merchant came over and asked.
"Is this something you should ask? If you have the ability to know, you already know. If you don't have the ability to know, do you think you can ask and tell? "
Qing Song didn't give them any face. What were merchants? Ask Yao Xiang if he dared to come over and order them around.
"Eunuch is right. Then should I go in with Brother Yang?" The person who stood up asked.
"My name is Qing Song." Qing Song said his name.
"So it's Supervisor Qing. I'm Huang Xianrong." The second merchant said his name.
"Shopkeeper Yang, Shopkeeper Huang, please." Qing Song changed his tone and invited them in.
"Please wait for a moment. Brother Huang and I will go in and talk to Li Dongzhu."
Yang Huanjin turned around and said to the others. He and Huang Xianrong followed the eunuchs and palace maids.
Taohong and the others walked in front at a steady pace. They were specially trained to walk.
Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong felt the atmosphere and looked around.
There was no February this year, so the rice seedlings had not started.
The ice in the field had melted and was put away together with the fertilizer. When it was cold at night, it would freeze and frost would appear.
When the sun came out during the day, it melted again. The plowed ridges gradually changed as the water in the soil melted.
The winter in Shu was not as cold as Chang 'an. Even now, there was still green in Chang' an. There was not even a blade of grass in Chang 'an.
There was a long way to go from the Ba River to Dongzhu's courtyard. As they walked, Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong heard a clear child's voice.
'Cold against heat, day against year. Cuju versus swing. The Dan Mountain against the clear water, the light rain against the light smoke … Guo Tai rowed the boat, the half-drooping plum rain, Shan Tao rode the horse, the overturned apricot blossom sky … '
The two of them looked at each other. Have you learned this before?
Then, the two of them received an affirmative answer from each other's eyes: No.
"Supervisor Qing, the poem recited by the children in the manor is..." Yang Huanjin asked.
"Shopkeeper Yang, are you talking about the rhyme books that Dongzhu wrote for the students to memorize rhymes? Initially, I didn't want to teach the children first, but one day, a child overheard it and cried, saying that it was fun. He wanted to learn, so I taught him a little every day. "
Pine Tree casually explained the situation.
"I heard that the Three Character Classic was also written by Li Dongzhu?" Huang Xianrong recalled the words of Zhao Guan and the others from his hometown.
"Dongzhu said that he was bored, so he wrote one for his child. Write after you've learned enough. This is not a big deal. "
Pine Tree was still as casual as before.
Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong felt a strong sense of malice.
The land of Shu produced scholars, but no one said that they were bored and wrote the Three Character Classic.
Did this eunuch do it on purpose? Did he think that there was no one in the land of Shu?
Walking forward, the two of them saw the busy and leisurely figures of the villagers.
Those who were not working were strolling around with their hands behind their backs, or reciting something in their mouths.
Although the clothes they wore were not as gorgeous as the brocade of Shu, they were not ordinary silk.
Some of the clothes worn by the workers were patched, while others were new.
"Can the poor and rich people in the manor get along?" Huang Xianrong saw the villagers greet each other and was puzzled, so he asked casually.
"There is no such thing as rich or poor. Those who are not working take a break and change into their daily clothes. Those who are working have different jobs. Patched clothes are rough work."
Cui Liu kindly gave an answer. Their Zhuangzi was the same.
She did not say that the monthly salary was different. Those who were strong would get more monthly salary for rough work.
Everyone's money was in their accounts, and they had nowhere to spend it.
If they wanted to make jewelry, they would ask what materials they needed. The gold and silver manor had them. According to the capital, they would ask the off-duty craftsmen to make it for them. There were specialized craftsmen in charge of meticulous work.
The craftsmen in Zhuangzi did not ask for money. They treated it as practice.
Even if the Dongzhu said that they could take money, no one would stretch out their hands to help.
Huang Xianrong did not know that the palace maids had so many psychological activities. He looked at the villagers' expressions and was somewhat envious. The people he found were usually not so happy.
How could they be happy working for others?
After walking for a while, a large open space appeared in front of them. In front of the open space, there were courtyards next to each other.
The courtyard in the middle was bigger than the others. There were two vertical banners outside the door.
On the right was written: I have tasted all kinds of herbs, I have no regrets. On the left was written: I have refined a thousand herbs for peace.
The words looked like the branches of plum blossoms. There was a special kind of beauty.
The door in the middle was different from the doors of other houses.
Other people's doors were willing to be painted vermillion, but this door was white. There was a red cross in the middle.
The words were blood-red. When the door opened, the words would separate.
"Dongzhu, Shu Shang has arrived," Taohong shouted.
Ten seconds later, the door opened silently. There was no creaking sound. This kind of silence made Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong feel awkward. Where did the movement go?
Then they saw a handsome young man in a white coat, two eunuchs, and two palace maids standing in a square.
Eight? There were eight palace maids in one Zhuangzi?
"Dongzhu, this is Shopkeeper Yang. His name is Huanjin. This is Shopkeeper Huang. His name is Xianrong." Taohong introduced.
Cui Liu said, "This is my family's Dongzhu."
"I have long heard that the land of Shu produces talented people. I did not expect the two of you to be so refined. It is really better to meet you in person than to hear about you."
Li Yi clasped his hands and bowed, praising them.
Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong were stunned. The clothes should not be very good, but for some reason, when worn by the young man in front of them, it was so pleasing to the eye.
If Li Yi knew what they were thinking, he would definitely tell them that this was the temperament of a doctor.
The people who bought fresh food in the mall also wore white coats. It was different from the appearance of a doctor in the hospital.
The people in the mall wearing white coats were passively accepting the request, but the doctor wearing white coats was a kind of responsibility.
Just like some people wearing suits and ties, the moment Li Yi wore a white coat, he was solemn and dignified.
So when Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong saw the young man, they felt that he was different from others.
"Say something." Cui Liu reminded in a low voice. What are you two doing? Greeting each other.
"Oh, I did not expect Li Dongzhu to be so handsome." Yang Huanjin was the first to react.
Huang Xianrong followed closely. "I did not dare to think. When I first saw Li Dongzhu, I felt that his talent was extraordinary."
"You two flatter me. Please come in." Li Yi stood straight and said. He did not bow or wave his arm.
If he was not sick, a doctor's waist could not bend.
If he was sick, there was no harm in kneeling to treat him.
When they entered and went to the living room, Yang Huanjin and Huang Xianrong, who had seen countless big scenes, were somewhat at a loss.
The eunuchs and maids stood in place, and then Li Yi personally made the Kung Fu tea.
One after another, it seemed to have a rhythm. His movements were soft and firm. The key was that they did not know how to drink it. It moved around. Did it not need to be boiled?
And what kind of tea is this? A small wine cup?
Li Yi finally poured three cups of tea and said with a smile, "You two came because of the salt well method, right? Other than the salt well, do you two want to make a fortune in other aspects? I have two prescriptions here. "
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