In this way, time flies, Ji Qingwen has been weaving in Suzhou for half a year, and the season has also come from early spring to late summer and early autumn.

Suzhou in September is still very hot, Ji Qingwen's room is on the second floor of a small building in the weaving yamen, although the windows on all sides have been opened for ventilation, it is still so hot that Ji Qingwen scratches his ears and cheeks.

At this time, the personal maid Xing'er sent a boiled watermelon up, and said timidly: "Young master, this melon is chilled in the well, it is very cool, you can eat it just to relieve the heat." But now that it's autumn, I'm afraid that eating too much cold food will cause diarrhea......"

Ji Qingwen filled half of his stomach with water just now, and he couldn't eat a mouthful of watermelon, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Xing'er was only wearing a thin summer dress, and the dirty clothes inside were faintly visible, and he suddenly had a little evil thought, and pulled Xing'er over and held it in his arms.

Xing'er had already been committed to Ji Qingwen, and said softly in her mouth: "Young master, it's not good to do such a thing in broad daylight...... but her body has softened, and she curled up in Ji Qingwen's arms, letting her master fiddle.

But Ji Qingwen hugged Xing'er, only to feel that she was hot all over, as if she had hugged a stove, and her interest suddenly decreased by more than half, but she was reluctant to put down Xing'er, a stunner.

At this dilemma, a shout suddenly came from downstairs: "Boss, are you in the house?" Is it in the house? It was Huang Degong's big voice.

Ji Qingwen was shouted by Huang Degong like this, and the small tent that he had worked so hard to erect immediately withered, so he had to put down Xing'er, lift out the window and shout: "Huang Degong, what are you shouting nonsense?" What is the system of shouting? ”

Huang Degong said: "The owner, it was Mr. Li who sent me over and asked the owner to go to the warehouse." ”

Ji Qingwen was refreshed by hearing this, and asked, "Is it?" Is it silk sold? ”

Huang Degong scratched his head and replied truthfully: "How do I know this?" The proprietor should go and see for himself. ”

So Ji Qingwen hurriedly dressed up, walked downstairs quickly, and left the yamen and went to the weaving mill warehouse.

Outside the warehouse of the weaving workshop, I saw Li Yan, Duo Jiugong and Song Yingxing talking to each other with a cart of silk.

Seeing this, Ji Qingwen immediately frowned, walked up quickly, and waved at everyone: "Everyone, haven't you found a silk market?" This cart of silk is going to be taken out and sold? ”

Li Yan coughed dryly, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Is this...... On the contrary, this cart of silk was freshly woven in the weaving mill, and there were ten horses in it. But now the storeroom is stuffed with silk, and the cart can no longer fit in. That's why I asked Huang Degong to invite Brother Ji to see if he could open another warehouse to store it? ”

Ji Qingwen's original fiery heart was thrown into the ice cellar by Li Yan's words in an instant, and he was stunned for a long time before he said: "Whatever, just find a room to store it......"

Li Yan said: "Brother Ji, you can't say this. These silks are also woven by the weavers with stitches and threads, and they are stored at will, what if they become moldy and rotten? This silk horse can earn two hundred taels of silver! ”

"If you sell it and collect the money, that's what you call it!" Ji Qingwen blurted out, "There are so many silks now, what's the matter with putting them here?" I got angry when I looked at it. I ask you, I ask you to go out and look for the seller of silk, I wonder if you have made any progress? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere between several people became extremely awkward—Li Yan shook the folding fan in his hand intently, Duo Jiugong seriously touched the silk on the car, and Song Yingxing meticulously studied the wheels of the cart loaded with silk—but no one spoke.

Their silent answer made Ji Qingwen's heart half cold, and it was completely frozen to the freezing point.

He had a stomach full of anger that he wanted to vent, but the people present, Li Yantong was also a teacher and friend, Song Yingxing was a technical talent he relied on, and Duo Jiugong was an elder although he was a subordinate, so he couldn't afford to offend him.

So Ji Qingwen had no choice but to swallow a mouthful of anger, waved his hand weakly, and said, "It's okay...... You guys...... Think again...... Think of a way ......"

But Huang Degong on the side said: "Owner, I have a way." We can go out and set up a stall! A few days ago, I went to Shantang Street and saw some people selling silk and satin, so let's go and set up a stall too! ”

"!" Ji Qingwen immediately scolded, "One piece of silk is one hundred feet, and I have more than a thousand pieces of silk here, which is more than 100,000 feet." With so much silk, when will I set up a stall to sell it? ”

Although Huang Degong is tall and has natural powers, his parents gave him a little courage, and when he heard Ji Qingwen reprimand him like this, he immediately gave up, lowered his head, kept his mouth open, and didn't speak again.

Seeing everyone's sluggish look, Ji Qingwen sighed: "Alas, forget it, you guys go back and think of a way......"

Everyone was relieved when they heard this, and hurriedly said goodbye to Ji Qingwen, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Huang Degong still had some conscience, and after walking a few steps, he felt that it was inappropriate, and then turned around and said: "The owner, it doesn't seem good to put such a big cart of things in the yard, or I will collect it for the owner and then leave?" ”

Ji Qingwen saw that he was kind-hearted, but he also felt a little relieved, and waved his hand again: "I know, you go back first, I want to ...... quietly."

Ji Qingwen watched those people leave, and knocked on the brocade of this car, and immediately sighed with emotion - when he arrived at weaving, he was worried about the output of silk; Now the production is up, but I am worried about the sales......

Thinking of this, Ji Qingwen suddenly felt something, and muttered loudly: "Yes, there are advances, retreats and worries, but when will you be happy?" ”

Unexpectedly, someone chimed in: "It must say: 'The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy'." ”

Ji Qingwen was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly raised his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, but saw a scholar in white standing at the door of the weaving workshop at some point—I saw that this person was not tall, but he was extremely well-proportioned; The face is white and beardless, but there is a heroic spirit between the eyebrows; The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he seemed to be a little melancholy—it was actually a beautiful boy who was less than twenty years old.

Ji Qingwen, whether before or after the crossing, was a well-known and tough straight man of steel, and it was obvious that this person had a heart-pounding feeling.

After carefully confirming his orientation, Ji Qingwen swallowed hard and asked, "I don't know the name of this son?" Why did you come to my weaving house? ”

The man didn't answer, and said: "Fan Wenzhenggong's "The Story of Yueyang Tower" is simple and straightforward, but it has lofty intentions, and it is worthy of being a good article that is known to women and children and praised through the ages. Poor Prince An's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" is magnificent and magnificent, but at most it can only be on a par with him. ”

As he spoke, the white-clothed boy suddenly smiled abruptly: "Hehe, Du Zimei's quatrain is well done: 'Wang Yang Lu Luo was in good shape, and he was light and thin. Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted'. What kind of person am I, I dare to criticize Wang Bo for coming, I am really shameless. If I have a good pen and make an article that can have half the power of "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", it will make me die now, and I am willing......"

Ji Qingwen saw this person coming over inexplicably, and inexplicably "hilarious" until now, he really couldn't guess what kind of road this person was, and thought: Lao Tzu hates others pretending to be forced in front of me the most, if it weren't for your handsomeness, Huang Degong would have blasted you out.

The young man muttered a few more words to himself in self-pity, and finally remembered that he was talking to someone else, and looked up and said, "Presumably this is Lord Weaving Admiral Ji, right?" Under the surname Yang Qingshan, this is polite. ”

After saying that, this "Yang Qingshan" bowed deeply to Ji Qingwen.

Ji Qingwen saw that he was unhurried and unhurried, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but he didn't dare to despise him, and said politely: "It's Ji Qingwen below, but I don't know this ...... Why did this boy come here? ”

Yang Qingshan raised his two thin eyebrows, stared at Ji Qingwen and asked, "What?" Can't you come here if there's nothing to do? ”

Ji Qingwen was uncomfortable by his eyes, so he said, "That's nature." This is the weaving workshop under the jurisdiction of the Suzhou Weaving Yamen, which is specially designed to make tribute to the emperor, how can ordinary people and others break in at will? ”

Yang Qingshan smiled and said, "Everyone in this world is unique. There is only one emperor in the emperor, there is only one Ji Qingwen in Ji Qingwen, and there is only one Yang Qingshan in Yang Qingshan. How can it be an ordinary person, etc.? ”