Chapter 197

In the next few days, song Xijiao wakes up from Zhong Chun's arms every morning. There is no way, Hu Que's servant girls always like to break into their rooms. If they are spread out from different beds, they will inevitably cause trouble by some gossip.

After getting up, they will eat, drink, buy and shop together in Huizhou City, and live a happy life.

If Hu que hadn't come to see them one day and offered to go back to Jinzhou City to prepare for his grandfather's birthday, song Xijiao would have been a bit too happy to miss Shu!

Song Xijiao still had a lot of maladjustment on the way. But when she went back, she became more energetic. She no longer sleeps on Zhongchun all day long. She can also lift the curtain all the way to watch the scenery and chat with Zhongchun Hu que.

With her active atmosphere, the embarrassment in the carriage finally disappeared.

When they returned to Jinzhou City, as soon as they entered the gate, several servants of the prefectures were waiting. Song Xijiao and Zhong Chun bid farewell to Hu Que and returned home with four bags full of specialty products.

But when they came back, it was the afternoon. Song's mother didn't know they were back. They went to visit the door. Chestnut was still in school. There were only song Xijiao and Zhong Chun left at home.

Looking at the familiar yard long lost, song Xijiao sat down at the stone table and said to Zhongchun, "no, we must move the stone table and the stone chair together when we move."

Zhongchun packed up the things in the package and curled up the corners of his mouth when he heard the words: "good, I just can't give up."

After sitting for a while, song Xijiao got up and said to Zhongchun, "I'll go to the bamboo paper mill."

"Wait, I'll take you."

Song Xijiao wanted to refuse, but a month later, Zhou Lu should be able to get out of bed. Suddenly, she was a little timid, so she went to the bamboo paper farm with Zhong Chun.

On the way, song Xijiao smelled the delicious smell of steamed buns, and her stomach suddenly became hungry. After half a month's driving, he didn't eat a few hot meals. Seeing the steamed buns in the steamer steaming white, Bai Xuanxuan's hot and greedy mouth water.

"Zhongchun, let's have a steamed bun before we go."

She took Zhong chun to the stall and sat down. She asked for two cages of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

In addition to the porridge made by song Xijiao himself, Zhong Chun hardly eats porridge, so after taking a sip of song Xijiao's bowl, he never looked at it again and concentrated on eating his own steamed stuffed buns.

Behind them sat a table of middle-aged men who were eating steamed buns and chatting with each other. They only heard from a man: "Hey, have you heard that an army fighting in the frontier seems to have become a deserter after losing the war and come to our side."

"I heard that!" Another said, "to say it, these soldiers are really useless. Fu Su's fart is so big that he can't fight for many years. It's better to stop fighting and surrender!"

"Nonsense! It's impossible to surrender at will. Surrender will only give these Fusu people an inch. "

Zhongchun ate steamed buns for a moment, then continued to bite.

Song Xijiao listened to the straight tongue, quietly asked Zhong Chun: "when a deserter, what will happen?"

Zhong Chun's mouth was crooked. He seemed to smile, but his voice was cold and harsh: "the household registration of a soldier is a scholar, and his wife and children must be under the strict care of the local sheriff. Once a soldier escapes or defectes, his parents, wife and children are all executed. Ten generations of brothers are slaves, and three generations of sisters are maidservants."

Song Xijiao opened her mouth and said, "it's too terrible. It's him who surrendered. It has nothing to do with his parents, children, brothers and sisters."

"In wartime conscription, most of them come from the common people. They have no discipline to speak of, and they don't know the truth of loyal service to the country. If they want to make them willing to work for the court in the battlefield, they can only use this method to suppress them."

Song Xijiao shook her head, but it was too inhumane. Thinking of song muyuan, the eldest son of the Song family, my heart suddenly trembled. I only hope that this elder brother can do good deeds and do a good job as a soldier. Don't involve her.

After eating steamed buns, song Xijiao did not procrastinate any more and went directly to the bamboo paper mill. As soon as he saw her back, the shop assistant almost cried like he had seen his mother.

"Master, you are back!"

When song Xijiao saw him like this, she felt a thump in her heart and asked anxiously, "is it that when I went out, what happened?"

The fellow quickly shook his head: "don't worry, my boss. It's nothing. But the people who come to ask for books have broken the threshold! Just for the order, I have already filled up 12 pieces of bamboo paper. According to the instructions of the owner when you left, I have finished all the things that should be copied and reviewed, and I am waiting for you to bind them! "

As soon as she heard this, song Xijiao was one of the first two. She had been driving for half a month. She was already tired. But as soon as she came back, she had endless work waiting for her. She really wanted to close her eyes and sleep in bed.

But after all, she was a businessman and had no willful capital, so she had to go up to the second floor and walk into the room to have a look, and the sweat beads came down.

On the desk in the office room, there are ten stacks of manuscripts!It will take at least three days to finish binding these manuscripts, not to mention the break of her fingers.

However, it's no use just sighing. Sooner or later, she has to do it. Who told her that she was reluctant to spread the craft to the outside world!

So, she sat down at the table, editing books and listening to the reports of the past month.

The bamboo and wood were delivered ten days ago, just in time for the last batch of bamboo paper to be sold out, so the store smoothly passed the shortage period.

The business is as good as ever, because of the cheap bamboo and wood, the profit of bamboo paper has stabilized again. After one month's operation and the deposit of books, up to now, not only has the loss of 200 yuan been wiped out, but also a large profit has been made.

In particular, the order placed by Puji temple on Baiyun Mountain included a total of 13 Buddhist scriptures, each of which required 10 copies to be copied. In addition, they bought a lot of bamboo paper. It can be said that the business of Puji Temple alone was enough for them to spend a long time.

Then, the man said again, "half a month ago, the master of the Song family came here and said he wanted to see his boss. The little one told him that the master followed the young master of the Hu family to buy bamboo and wood in Huizhou City. The master of the Song family was remorseful on his face and cursed the old lady in front of us! It's going to be a big fight back home. "

Hearing this, song Xijiao's action stopped, but she said with a smile: "this matter originally has nothing to do with him. It's the first lady who wants to deal with me. Man, you go to the wood shop of the Song family and tell the guys there that I want to make an appointment with my father and ask him to give him a suitable time and place. "

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