There was rain in the southwest, and there was still hydrogen at sea, and in half an hour, the Yan family's merchant ship approached again, and the two ships collided, shook slightly, and stabilized.

The principal came cautiously on the merchant ship and personally looked for Su Ziji.

Cha Su Ziji had already cleaned up the situation, and when the bow of the boat was looking at the sea in a daze, and the two boats were approaching, he was already aware of it, but he didn't look back until he heard a shout of "Su Gongzi", and then he turned around to look.

"Master Su, I have something to discuss with you!"

The principal was probably used to smiling before speaking, and subconsciously grinned, but halfway through the laughter, thinking of this situation, he really shouldn't show a smile, so he was busy and restrained.

"But for the sake of wood?" Su Ziji didn't bother to look at his crying and laughing expression, and asked.

Just now, an empty merchant ship of the Yan family approached, and several crew members moved Shao Sisen's body away.

This time, the principal came over, naturally there was something else.

The principal nodded, turned sideways slightly, pointed to the merchant ship, and said to Su Ziji: "The best quality of the wood transported back to the capital this time is nanmu, and I have taken some of it, which is enough to make a coffin." ”

After speaking, he explained with a little uneasiness: "It is said that this coffin is naturally best made of golden silk nanmu, but this time I went to the southwest, I really didn't find much golden silk nanmu, which is not enough to make a coffin, only this ordinary nanmu." ”

Su Ziji saw that he was a little scared, and knew that he was not afraid that he would blame, but that he was afraid that he would not be able to do this and offend Qincha.

"Kusunoki is very good. Su Ziji said: "According to the rules of the imperial court, only those who have a lord or more than three grades can use golden silk nanmu, and if there is no one, there is no one, this can not be used." ”

The wooden board of the golden silk nanmu has a texture, as hard as iron and stone, it is said that it is made into a coffin, put in the corpse, and after several nights, the color is unchanged, and it can even be buried in the ground for thousands of years without decay, this is obviously an exaggeration, it is easy to not rot for decades, so the wooden coffin used by the emperor is all golden silk nanmu.

Not only coffins, thrones, screens, and beds use this wood, and in the fourth year of Jiachang in the previous dynasty, the edict "sent ministers to collect wood in the five provinces, personally supervised Yunjing, and gave forgiveness to the treasure", which is a clear record.

Although in the rich households, and even some official gentry families, rich and bold, the deceased did not reach the level, and dared to use the golden silk nanmu coffin to decorate the deceased, but this is just that the people do not raise officials and do not hold them accountable.

The principal just said that, and it is obvious that there are a lot of such encounters in ordinary times.

And when it comes to this emperor, not only must the military leaders be arrested, but I am afraid that this kind of arrogance among officials will also be arrested.

Seeing that Su Ziji seemed to be reminding, the principal felt a pang in his heart, seemed to have an understanding, and arched his hand: "Thank you Master Su for your advice!"

According to the system, the two discussed how to build the coffin, what requirements there are, and how to meet them.

Since no one in the Shao family is here, it is naturally Su Ziji's friend who is in charge.

In the eyes of the deceased, it is not good for the dead to be decorated and then the coffin is not good for the living.

Once the decoration is built, it will not be changed easily, and Su Ziji does not want to take all ninety-nine steps, so he prefers to save trouble on the last step, so he naturally asks carefully, and is not perfunctory.

As he spoke, Su Ziji felt the boat under his feet sway slightly.

Someone shouted his name in the distance, and Su Ziji looked back and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

"Qian Zhidong?"

The person who called his name turned out to be Qian Zhidong.

Compared with the last time they met, although Qian Zhidong is now wearing shackles and his clothes look cleaner, he should be treated according to the seven grades.

The few armor soldiers who followed behind him did not stop Qian Zhidong and Su Ziji to greet him.

Su Ziji secretly thought: "There is a feud between Qian Zhidong and me, and in terms of personality, he is not a person who turns a small favor into a jade silk, he suddenly appeared and stopped, there must be something." ”

But whether to go over or not, Su Ziji was a little hesitant.

Seeing Su Ziji looking back, just standing in place and watching, Qian Zhidong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, just thinking about whether to take the initiative to pass, Su Ziji finally moved and came over.

As they got closer, the two were a little speechless.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, Soldier A retreated a little and only watched from a distance.

Qian Zhidong hesitated again and again, staring at Su Ziji, with a bit of depression on his face, and turned away again, looking at the sea in the distance.

There were seagulls flying by, and the sound intersected with Qian Zhidong's voice.

"I've listened to you, it's not easy for a friend to do this. ”

Su Ziji raised his eyebrows, and without saying a word, he heard Qian Zhidong continue: "I want to entrust you with something." ”

"They asked me. When Su Ziji heard this, his first reaction was a little incredible.

Qian Zhidong didn't know about the prince's bloodline, but he still formed a life-and-death feud, not to mention anything else, when Mu Sang asked to kill him, Cui Zhaoquan could still say that it was for the overall situation, and there was still hesitation, but this Qian Zhidong was obviously only to export his evil anger.

are all torn faces, in this case, still want to ask for help?

With such a thick skin, it is no wonder that he was once the commander of the Southwest Army, an extraordinary person, and an extraordinary face.

When Qian Zhidong saw that Su Ziji didn't speak, he knew that he still remembered his hatred.

Qian Zhidong had expected this, but he came this time not only to open his mouth, but also to come prepared.

"Rest assured. He said, "There will be your good." ”

"I have thirteen houses in Beijing, needless to say the main house, it will be copied into the palace, and the rest will be sold into the official treasury according to the rules of the imperial court. ”

"Presumably you also have to buy a house in Beijing, which is a lot of money. ”

"Then what do you want me to do?" Su Ziji heard the sound and knew the elegant meaning, and immediately understood that there should be a mystery in this house.

But if he doesn't agree, Qian Zhidong is afraid that he won't say it.

Sure enough, Su Ziji's question, Qian Zhidong smiled bitterly, he stared at the sea, and his tone was flat: "My life is over." ”

"It's just that when I first arrived in the southwest, the magistrate sent a woman, not long ago she was pregnant, I have secretly sent her back to Beijing, and now she is almost giving birth, you can send her some silver then, not much, only a small part, enough for the mother and child to live the rest of their lives. ”

Su Ziji didn't expect Qian Zhidong to still hide this hand.

It's not something to be embarrassed about.

Because this woman has no name, she is not among the officials, and she cannot be asked.

He did want revenge, but women and children were not guilty, and he was not yet at the point where he had to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Besides, on the surface, Qian Zhidong was pulled down by the means of the two Qin messengers, and it had nothing to do with him.

At best, the two of them had some grudges in the southwest, probably in Qian Zhidong's eyes, Su Ziji was a pitiful worm like himself, and when he became a prisoner, he naturally disappeared.

At this time, there was no one to entrust, so I took a gamble.

Su Ziji nodded: "If I get it from you, at least thirty percent will be given to your woman and children, and I will not break my word." ”

Qian Zhidong saw that Su Ziji agreed, and he was visibly relieved to the naked eye, his muscles relaxed, and he seemed to age ten years in an instant: "That's good, I believe you." ”

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