Leaving the Zhan family goods store one day, a little maid just went out to block the road and saluted Zhang Yingquan directly.

"Childe is going back?" The little girl's bright eyes and crunchy voice.

"We know each other?"

"I don't know, it's my young lady who asked me to send this to you." Then he handed over a piece of paper and a letter.

This piece of paper is Zhang Yingquan's sketch painting yesterday, and then take a closer look at the painting with a little more color, at the stone bridge in the painting, a slightly complete humanoid line was painted pale pink, and there was a villain beside him, who was painted light blue and the same color as the clothes on the little girl's body, the whole picture seemed to have a protagonist, jumping out of the paper.

Unfold the letter, handwriting Juanxiu: Yesterday presumptuous, occasionally saw the son of painting, shocked for the Danqing side branch of the mastery, this realistic technique is only seen in life, the little girl is slightly through the technique of splashing ink, but can not peek at its essence, hope that the son of the guide, willing to apprentice to the book, the special little girl Qiaotou bowed his head, never give up, here, Xiang Xianyun Wanfu.

"Where is your young lady?"

"Where you are in the painting, look!" Little finger in pink block.

"Could this light blue be you?"

"Hee-hee!" The little girl turned around and ran fast.

Soon walked to the position where yesterday's painting was made, looked at the stone bridge, slim, a young lady in pink clothes, and a light blue dress next to her was the little girl who sent the letter, corresponding to the painting, Zhang Yingquan smiled, and walked forward generously.

"Miss Xiang carries love, Zhang Yingquan sees the gift!"

"Less shopkeeper, can you go to the Little Girl Painting Gallery and sit down." Reach out and point.

Look along the fingers, the lantern knotted place shows the typical Ming Dynasty style flower building, on the plaque, three eye-catching big characters "Qing Qi Lou", the famous "Qing Qi" brothel in Jin County.

Zhang Yingquan was a little hesitant, Miss Xiang smiled and pointed down, close to the "Qingqi Building", there is a small shop, the lintel has no plaque, the shop door is open, and the banner "Xianyun Painting Gallery" is faintly visible in the hall.

"Less shopkeeper laughs! They are all old and familiar customers, literati and sour people come here to exchange literature and ink, and no one cares about it on weekdays, and there is no need to advertise it. ”

"The girl must be a master of Danqing, polite, polite!"

When I entered the room, a word came into view:

Magnolia Spring Night Hearing the Singing of the Partition Wall

Yan Shan's mood is drunk and accompanied by the green qin. A pillow of new sorrow, the night is full of flowers and the moon.

The brittle pipes are blown, and the spring dream of Jinping is far away. There are only weeping poplars, and the shadow of the swing is not put over the wall.

The claw of Lotus was traced in the thirteenth year of Daoguang

"Yo! This is the real thing! Zhang Yingquan's memory of the two lives vaguely knows that Xiang Hongqi is a lotus, and Gong Zizhen is known as the West Lake Shuangjie.

"Father of the house."

"Long admiration!"

This is the first time that Miss Ben has been honest with a third person that she has not revealed her family history for ten years. Looks like it's time for me to leave King County. Miss Xiang was a little sad.

"Is the family okay?"

"The real relatives are gone, and when I was seven years old, I took refuge in my godmother and lived in Hualou, which is the old bustard of "Qingqilou", Huama! In the past two years, the flower guest sent a Ya number 'Top Brand Qingqi', I am a free body, and occasionally I also have elegant exchange skills. This little girl is the adopted daughter of Hua Ma. ”

The purpose of this "Qingqi Building" is somewhat different from other brothels, focusing on selling "art", so it is named "Qingqi".

People say that 'a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is not as good as stealing', the key to this skin and meat business is to make you itch 'not to steal'. It's true, business here is good, and some people say that the richer it is, the more important the area.

In fact, many "green buildings" in the Qing Dynasty were not as dirty as described by later generations, and people did not pay attention to animal desires, but to taste, of course, cats eat fishy, dogs eat, and occasionally things that can't help but be staged every day.

This flower mother is the old bustard of "Qing Qi Lou", and she is also the owner, and it is Xiang Hongqi's private outer room in his early years.

Xiang Hongqi Daoguang raised people in 12 years, the word Liansheng, the two should be tried and failed, and died of poverty at the age of 38.

This person's poetry in his life is superb, and he is side by side with Gong Zizhen, and is known as the legacy of Nalan sexuality. After his death, the family road was ruined, and he left a one-year-old girl born in the room, Xiang Xianyun, who had no heir to the male. At that time, the uncles competed for property, and the mother and daughter took refuge in the flower mother, and the mother came to Jinxian because of resentment, and only one year also went with Liansheng.

Hua Ma has not given birth so far, and regards Xiang Xianyun as having come out, and Miss Xiang has only come out here, and the flower season is seventeen.

A generation of celebrities and, with scattered family morals, makes people sigh.

"Come with me! This world will be chaotic, or our mountain town is quiet. "When Zhang Yingquan knew Miss's life experience, was he admired? Is it mercy? Is it like? I can't tell, anyway, he feels that this kind of woman is rare in the world, so he should follow him.

"I ......"

Too suddenly, Miss Xiang hesitated, although people in the wind and dust do not follow the world, but everything has a process.

"Let's go out of the city today, go to the direction of Shili Pavilion, stay at the Longjia Inn, there will be some business to deal with tomorrow, and we will leave early the day after tomorrow, if you have something, you can contact me!"

Zhang Yingquan didn't know anything about ink and wash landscapes and fine brush painting, so he could only directly lead the conversation to the Western painting school, sketching is the only painting skill he can do, and it is not good according to the standards of later generations.

It was only at noon that he took his leave.

There is only one small village in this place, and two foreign priests, Bit and John, came to the village two months ago, and they paid money to hire people and buy building materials, and they were busy building churches, which were the kind with a cross on the roof, what is called a Christian church.

In recent years, the imperial court has begun to protect foreigners, and the people generally disdain them, calling them "ghosts", because these foreigners are a bit hideous.

Old Bit has been coming to the Qing Dynasty for many years, stammering and being able to speak some Chinese, preaching in Guangdong and Fujian, and coming to Jin County is his new pursuit, and he has to admit that the spiritual power of Western missionaries, Ling

People admire.

Little John is pious, less than thirty, only a few months after coming to the Qing Dynasty, almost mute.

“British? French?” Zhang Yingquan asked Little John. In later generations, he was not good in other courses, but his English scores were always good, and he had no problem with general conversation.

“England.You speak English?” Little John jumped up with excitement, he longed to communicate with the Qing people normally.

When Zhang Yingquan learned that Little John was proficient in chemistry, he thought to himself: This person is useful.

At night, after Zhang Yingquan lay down, he chanted a poem: "The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark." ……”

Speechless all night.

Rizhao three poles, Zhang Yingquan stepped out of the Longjia Inn, a larger and a smaller figure appeared, one pink, one light blue.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. Zhang Yingquan's mind flashed another half of the words.

"It's decided, leave the 'Qing Qi Tower'?"

I lied to my godmother and said that I would go to Hangzhou to repair the piano. She pointed to the big cloth bag beside her, "By the way, I went back to the old house to live for a while, and my godmother hired a boat, so we turned a corner and disturbed the shopkeeper." ”

"Does Childe know how to fix the piano?" Xiaoya's voice and questioning were a little abrupt.

"Burning the piano!"

Supercilious.

Back in the mountain town, my brother and sister-in-law are happy, this brother and daughter-in-law came to the house by themselves, and they are still so beautiful, what? It's still from a famous family, and even the maids are all together, so good! According to the second brother, it is: more oil is not a bad dish.

After Zhang Yingquan settled Miss Xiang, he immediately recruited the eldest brother and the second brother, and he wanted to arrange a new craftsman plan.

The first is to find someone to specialize in burning coke, he explained for a long time, wood can be made into charcoal, coal can also be made into coke, charcoal is better than wood, the same coke is better than coal, find the old charcoal, they have a way, coal will arrive in large quantities in a few days.

The second is to prepare more tongs pots, take turns to put them on the furnace to improve output, and at the same time change coke to smelt refined steel.

The third is to prepare more molds and one-time castings to reduce the time of forging and shaping and improve work efficiency.

The fourth is to recruit three more helpers, who are responsible for the division of labor and flow operations.

"Third child, where did you learn this?" The second brother asked curiously.

"Don't ask, just do what this shopkeeper asks."

"Uh......"

After a large number of coal arrived, after making coke and groping for two kilns, there was no problem, according to the layout of the shopkeeper, the shop was methodical and methodical.

The "three knives" of the old Zhang family have returned to their heyday, with fewer personnel, high quality and higher output.

After straightening out the craftsman's shop, Zhang Yingquan came out with a demon moth again.

1. Change the craftsman shop system, "seven days off and one day", that is, do six days of work and one day off, some people ask: Why is it seven days, five days or eight days? Zhang Yingquan smiled and said nothing.

2. Open a literacy class, all apprentices and helpers must come to participate in the study in the evening, requiring them to learn 200 Chinese characters within a year, understand five ancient classics, and be able to write the names of their families and the Zhang family. Otherwise.......

Mr. Teach's ready-made - Xiang Xianyun.

In fact, in the countryside, people who can learn crafts are all human spirits, not stupid. Why not spend money to learn literacy, and be able to stare at other people's beautiful little daughters-in-law?

The eldest brother and the second brother, and the two sisters-in-law also participated, it is a good thing to know a few more words, the Zhang family is not closed, and a few lively descendants in the town are also crowded in, more than 20 people, full of people.

Zhangjia Iron Shop is different from the outside world from the root.

After Xiang Xianyun came to the mountain town, he began to feel a little uncomfortable, listened to a song, and stayed steadfastly.

Zhang Yingquan felt that life was monotonous, and he always wanted to make a guitar, and he also experienced pain in later generations. That's when I played a good guitar.

Now it is not difficult to make a guitar, and the carpenter employed in the shop is first-class in his workmanship, and he also has good wood, but he can't make strings, and he doesn't know how to make guqin strings.

Xiang Xianyun's guqin finally let him get a glimpse of it, it turned out to be made of silk, so he asked the carpenter to make a guitar with good ancient wood according to his requirements, and removed the strings on the guqin to "borrow", and finally made a movement after two days of tinkering.

In the evening, the mountain stream and clouds flew across, the busyness of the day relaxed, Zhang Yingquan sat on the stone grinding plate, short hair image, holding a big flat gourd-like piano, indescribably weird, he plucked the strings, such as flowing clouds, pearls and jade, beautiful rhythm, whispered:

The road is not endless

I can't tell the grievances of the world

It has been fate for generations

……

Life is just a few autumns

Don't get drunk and don't give up

My beauty in the east

The Yellow River flows to the west

……

Don't worry about your worries

Xiang Xianyun is stupid, how many stories does Zhang Yingquan have? Who did you learn this kind of chanting and complaining? People with this kind of feeling are by no means things in the pool, they are really a mysterious mountain town.

Life is just a few autumns, don't get drunk or give up, don't stop! If you don't go, don't go back and forth.

Using the means of later generations to soak the sister of the Qing Dynasty must be a second kill and a lore. Still don't let people live?