Yang Qianjun ate a little more at lunch. The craftsmanship of her own lady is too good, and the scorched pork belly is fragrant and tender, so she used a few more chopsticks unconsciously. It's okay to save the cost of carriage and horses, and the right to eat.

He walked all the way to Songzhu Zhai, touched the broken silver in the embroidery bag, took a deep breath, and stepped into the store.

The steward was not in a hurry to greet him, but after he had seen all the goods in the store, he stepped forward with a smile and said, "What does Lord Yang want to buy?" ”

The big and small officials in the city, all the managers don't dare to say that they all know it, but Yang Qianjun's name is still known!

Yang Qianjun stared at his family's poetry and painting books and all kinds of familiar silk and couldn't put it down: "Your store's fine brushwork is a must!" Well deserved the name! He didn't seem to believe it, "Did your owner really paint it himself?" ”

The steward smiled: "That's still fake!" ”

Yang Qianjun was in awe: "Lian Gongzi has this hand-painting skill at a young age, and his future is limitless." ”

The steward heard a little bit of taste, and asked tentatively, "Are you here to find our host?" ”

Before Yang Qianjun could answer, he suddenly saw that the face of the whole manager had changed greatly, and he was surprised and happy, and his old face was so excited: "Ah, Lord Qin came to the small shop in person, and the pine and bamboo Zhai were shining." ”

Yang Qianjun's body stiffened: Lord Qin? Which Lord Qin?

He looked back and saw that Lord Qin Xuan, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, was wearing a dark blue cotton robe with fine embroidered group patterns, narrow sleeves and long boots, with a belt around his waist, and things with swords and stones.

Yang Qianjun secretly called unlucky, how did he meet him? His eyes quickly swept over the other person's outfit, pursed his lips, suppressed the appreciation that was about to float in his heart, and scolded hard: If you are not civil, military, or martial, what kind of system will you become? With a smile on his face, he said, "Lord Qin, what a coincidence!" ”

Qin Xuan arched his hand and said, "Lord Yang." ”

The whole steward smiled even more: "The two of you are in a hurry." Today, our owner has released a new piece of silk. I would like to ask the two adults to give it a review. ”

The whole steward took out a beige cooked silk from the shop like a baby.

Qin Xuan's eyes lit up, and he was the first to get started with the extremely fast speed. Yang Qianjun's hand stopped in mid-air, retracted it hard, and scolded secretly: Is your hand amazing? But he also stared at the silk book intently, and said suspiciously: "The texture of this cloth seems to be different from the previous one." ”

Qin Xuan glanced at him: "The weaving method is different, and the texture is naturally different." He stretched out his bony hands, interlaced his fingers to imitate the structure of silk threads, and said, "Although I don't know how to weave, this cloth should be a double silk." ”

"It's worthy of Lord Qin!" The whole steward was amazed. "It's a pair of silks. It's a new product in our store. I only tried it out to see the effect. Look, is it thicker and tighter than monofilament silk? ”

Yang Qianjun comforted himself: Qin Xuan is from a big clan, and he has never seen any precious silk satin. I don't compare this knowledge with him!

Qin Xuan raised his eyebrows at Yang Qianjun, as if demonstrating, as if showing off: "The double silk silk of the Song Dynasty Painting Academy was once all the rage. With proper maintenance, it can last for thousands of years! Unfortunately, in my dynasty, this kind of weaving is not common. The Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau will also pay tribute to the nobles in the palace every year. He paused, feeling the delicate and sturdy fabric, "Could it be that this double silk is also woven by the weaver girl enshrined in Songzhu Zhai?" ”

The steward smiled: "Exactly." ”

Qin Xuan and Yang Qianjun looked at each other in surprise: What kind of shit luck did Lian Baitang go! Wan Niang, a textile master, let him bump into it!

Qin Xuan smiled: "Dare to ask how to sell this silk book?" ”

The whole steward's eyes turned between the two of them, and said with a smile: "Because it is a trial product, I dare not sell it at a high price." This silk is half a foot long and twelve inches wide. It is suitable for books and paintings, our owner said, one inch and one tael, this cloth, sixteen taels of silver. ”

Yang Qianjun was dumbfounded: What? This small piece of cloth costs sixteen taels? Steward, do you know how much oil prices are today, and what is the price of coal? He excitedly rolled up his sleeves and was just about to comment on the current price with the whole manager, Qin Xuan agreed: "The production of such a well-made, can last for thousands of years, and is a rare double-silk silk book, not to mention fifteen taels, fifty taels is not expensive!" ”

Yang Qianjun's chest was so tight that he couldn't do it: "You-" He should have expected that he was deliberately going against him!

He turned and stroked his chest: don't be angry with him, don't be angry with him. Qin Xuan, a young master of Zhong Ding Yushi, knows what common sense of the people's livelihood of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar?

Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile and paid the silver. Seeing Yang Qianjun looking at the silk book in his hand, he smiled and said, "If Brother Yang likes it, Qin can also cut his love!" ”

Yang Qianjun's face turned red: Even if he is willing to cut his love, he can't afford it! Fifteen taels of silver, at least enough for his family's expenses for three months! The indignation that was forced in my heart came up again: show off your wealth! Naked flaunting of wealth cum blow!

Unexpectedly, Qin Xuan smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Yang's wife has a good hand of meat, if you can invite me to eat a meal, I will give you half of this silk, how about it?" ”

Yang Qianjun's wife, Luo, was born in a family of eunuchs and was good at cooking meat since she was a child. From flying in the sky, to running, climbing, and swimming in the water, no matter how many legs you have, all of them can give you a delicious and delicious condition. Since marrying Luo, although Yang Qianjun is not fat, he is no longer used to eating outside food!

He looked at Qin Xuan suspiciously, and bargained: "It's been freezing recently, there are no birds, fish to burn, and no beef to eat, only some pigs, can you eat them?" ”

The Ming Dynasty scholar doctor thought that the pig was dirty and that it was indecent to eat pork.

Qin Xuan smiled: "You can eat, why can't I eat it?" ”

Yang Qianjun breathed a sigh of relief, and his good impression of Qin Xuan prevailed again: there are not many people like Lord Qin who don't care about the details and don't think about it! Everyone in the world, after all, it is different!

Yang Qianjun and Qin Xuan went out while talking and laughing, and a red horse stopped beside them. Jumping off the horse was a handsome young man.

"Yo, what's the wind blowing today?" Qiu An's beautifully shaped peach blossom eyes were full of curiosity and looked at the two famous ones in the court, and they dismantled each other when they met, and even the emperor knew that the first pair of enemies of the Ming Dynasty politely walked out of Songzhuzhai side by side today?

Yang Qianjun suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit: he came to Lian Baitang to ask for advice on how to cure this kid! Why did you forget about this when you met Qin Xuan?

"Xu Zhengzhi is here to find a practicing son?" Yang Qianjun couldn't help but ask.

Joan smiled and saluted them, "Exactly." Two adults, in a hurry, say goodbye first! ”

"Wait-" Yang Qianjun hurriedly called him, "That, can you ask Xu Zhengzhi to introduce me to Lian Gongzi, who is famous in Nanjing?" ”

Qiu An blinked his eyes, and before he could answer, Qin Xuan had already said: "We just bought a new silk book made by Lian Gongzi in Songzhu Zhai, and we like it very much, and we want to ask him for advice." ”

Yang Qianjun looked at Qin Xuan unexpectedly: This excuse is good, but why did he want to meet with Qin Xuan to practice Baitang?

"Lord Qin is polite!" Joan smiled and patted the horse's back, "That's it, come with me!" ”

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