On March 20, Furu Street, the most prosperous street in Beijing, was lively as usual. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Furu Street, a good area of elegant shop "Mo Xiang Zhai" came to an uninvited guest.

The owner of "Mo Xiang Zhai" is surnamed He Ming'an, who is resting in the backyard at this time, holding a cup of good Longjing in his hand, and the tea is fragrant. "Who did you say, little maid?" He took an unhurried sip of tea. In an instant, he remembered something, and his expression changed greatly. "Hurry up, get someone in."

He An is the one who gave the dust silver and notes. The shopkeeper who passed the word was a little confused, how the owner was condescending. A little maid, is it still from the prince's house?

Fuchen was looking around the store, thinking about how to report to the third lady when he turned around. This shop looks like a noble place, and you can smell the thick fragrance of ink when you come in. There are several landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and the dust can't read good or bad. The mahogany shelves are sparsely stocked with ink ingots, ink pellets, ink strips, and ink blocks, which are so long that they occupy almost half of the walls; There is also a row of separate rosewood wooden frames on the side, which is very eye-catching. The rosewood frame is divided into three rows, and the upper two rows of wooden boards have a lot of holes, and the hole is hung with the kind of bamboo pen used by Manyan, which looks like the bamboo body is thin and the bamboo joints are distinct, and it is thinner and more delicate than that used by Manyan. In the bottom row are several porcelain vases of different shapes, fat and thin. Bamboo pens and these porcelain vases are now the shop's new favorites.

Fuchen noticed that the guests who came in were all in the direction of the wooden frame. After listening to the guest's inquiry, Xiao Er replied, "The bamboo pen is ten taels, and the beauty bottle is also ten taels." Fuchen was stunned when he heard such a sky-high price.

Then the shopkeeper invited her into the back room. She casually asked, "What's in that beauty's bottle?" ”

"Ink."

As soon as he entered the backyard door, He An had already greeted him. "Dust girl, you are really a rare guest, please please."

Whisk the dust into the reception hall, and someone will serve tea and snacks. A sense of pride arose in Fuchen's heart, and now that others can value her so much, it is all stained with the light of the master. But she came for something, so it was inconvenient to delay. went straight to the point, "He Dongjia, you don't have to be busy." Today, the slave and maid came at the behest of my master. ”

He An was slightly surprised, but he was not rude. "Oh, I don't know what's going on?"

"My master said that I want to ask you for a letter of recommendation from Bishui Academy." ”

He An felt that this request was abrupt and a little difficult. Curious, he asked, "How can your master be sure that I can help with this?" ”

Sure enough, even Miss Three guessed it.

There was no embarrassment on Fuchen's face, but he was extremely frank, "My master said, just try, if the owner is embarrassed, he won't force it." ”

"Sit down for a moment, I'll ask."

He An went up to the second floor. There are two people sitting on the second floor, one is He Bingxin, the eldest young master of the He family, about twenty-five or six; The other was a fifteen-year-old boy who sat upright with his feet down, his hair tied in a silver glaive crown. He seemed to be wearing very little and didn't seem to be afraid of the cold. The dark narrow-sleeved brocade robe was thinly attached to the body, with a thick purple striped brocade edge at the neckline and cuffs, and a moon-white silk ribbon around the waist, which was knotted into tassels and hung down to the knees. This dress is extremely ordinary on Furu Street. This young man was born handsome, with black eyebrows and a nose like a hanging gall, but there was a domineering aura in his eyebrows and eyes, similar to the murderous aura of a man in the army. Yes, this young man did stay in the army, he was an unknown captain of Xuehuawei, and now the big boss behind the scenes of "Mo Xiangzhai" - Qin Che.

On the surface, this "Moxiangzhai" is the property of the imperial merchant He family, but in fact, the He family only accounts for four shares, and the owner of sixty percent of the share is Qin Guang, the former commander of Xuehuawei. Due to the fact that the commander was often in charge of the secret order, Qin Guang did not want to have a family burden, and he never married the main family, and only had a nominal son who was taken in many years ago, Qin Che.

Qin Guang left Beijing two years ago to run errands, and lost his life for no reason, so the emperor proposed the then commander of Xuehuawei and the same knowledge Mu Furen as the new commander. When Qin Guang died, Qin Che, who was only thirteen years old, was following his father-in-law's teachings and being a little minion in Xuehuawei. Qin Che originally asked him to soak in the bottom layer of Xuehuawei for a few years, so as to enhance his martial arts, and at the same time accumulate some people's qualifications, and then apply for a practical position for him when the time comes. Time has changed, and now Qin Guang has turned into a piece of loess, and Qin Che is already a cloth.

Recently, because of the trend of Luojing bamboo pen, Qin Che will come to "Moxiangzhai" every day to sit for a while. After listening to He An's request, his iceberg face showed a rare trace of confusion. He Bingxin couldn't hold back and asked directly, "That maid really said that?" ”

He Andao is.

Qin Che heard He Bingxin talk about the ins and outs of the bamboo tube pen. It was the little maid who put forward the idea, and "Mo Xiangzhai" signed the carpenter and asked him to lead the craftsmen of the entire workshop to make bamboo pens, so that there is a lot of money today. The most rare thing is that because of this whimsy, the carpenter will find the He family to fill ink, and the master of the He family's ink workshop will think that the ink can be diluted, and finally break the rule that writing must be studied for hundreds of years. This is an absolute initiative, and the person who came up with this idea must not be an ordinary person. Without the idea of a bamboo pen, there would be no ink; And ink can rewrite the entire history of calligraphy in the Dafeng Dynasty.

Nowadays, the children of the nobles in the capital have asked to buy this kind of pen called "bamboo knife". The rhyme of bamboo is fragrant, and the product of bamboo is thin and knotty. "It is like a gentleman, and it is not suitable for any place." Who doesn't want to be a literati? "Mo Xiang Zhai" is now very hot business, in addition to the original ink ingot ink pills, and added another of the four treasures of the study - pen, and it is the only bamboo pen in this family, the road of the He family is wider and wider. Because of this, He Bingxin was grateful from the bottom of his heart, so he asked He An to send a silver ticket to Fuchen and made a promise. But he didn't expect that the timing of the fulfillment of this promise came so quickly, which made He Bingxin a little uncomfortable.

Qin Che asked, "Who is her master?" ”

He An replied, "Her name is Fuchen, and she is the maid next to the Hou Concubine of Anping and the third lady of the Hou Mansion, but she said that the old lady of the Hou Mansion sent her." The third lady is eight years old. ”

Qin Che raised his eyebrows, "Have you sent someone to check it?" ”

"Yes. She has been waiting by the old lady's side lately. ”

Qin Che was silent, as if he was thinking about something. He Bingxin said, "The Feng family in Wuzhou is a scholarly family, and it is very possible for Feng Lao Taijun to come up with this bamboo pen." Otherwise, an eight-year-old girl can think of it, wouldn't she be so wise and close to a demon? ”

Qin Che asked again, "Did the old lady say who to recommend to enter Bishui Academy?" ”

He An immediately replied, "He said that he was the son of the third room of the Hou Mansion." ”

Qin Che nodded at this time, and said to He Bingxin, "Write a letter of recommendation in the name of He Fu, take a copy of your name card, and let her take it away." ”

Whisk left with his things contented. Qin Che saw her leave, and said to He An expressionlessly, "She will come back in the future and hand me the message." ”

He An didn't dare to say a word more. This little ancestor always speaks with a few words, for fear that he will grow flesh if he talks too much. It's only fifteen years old, why is it so frightening?