Jiaohua

Chapter 940 Where's His Letter?

Huazhou is in chaos, but it is not isolated from the outside world.

In the chaotic times of any dynasty, even if the king is ordered to die, the people will try their best to move around and communicate.

More than half of the rich merchants in the Warring States period traveled to various countries, buying at low prices and selling at high prices, and accumulated wealth.

The more chaotic, the better the money.

So sending letters into Huazhou is difficult, but easy.

Two days later, Xia Zhaoyi received dozens of letters in Yongwu City.

When arranging the courier, Wang Fengnian always told her that the letters sorted out for her must be sorted according to the date.

Xia Zhaoyi also followed this order when reading letters, first come first, first come first, read each letter.

It's just that after reading it this time, she was a little taken aback.

Su Yumei was sorting out the manuscript, looked up and saw her in a daze, and said softly, "Miss Ali, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Zhaoyi turned to look at her.

"Have you encountered any trouble?" Su Yumei asked.

"No, it's not." Xia Zhaoyi shook his head.

"That……"

"It's okay." Xia Zhaoyi said.

After thinking for a while, Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'll go out."

The messenger and Li Man were chatting outside, and Yang Fugui was also there, asking how Hengxiang was doing.

Seeing Xia Zhaoyi coming out, they stopped talking and called out, "Master."

"So, are there only so many letters?" Xia Zhaoyi asked the messenger.

"That's a lot..." the messenger said weakly.

"Where's the letter from Tanzhou? Don't you have any?"

"No……"

"Are there any omissions on the way?"

Her voice was very gentle, but the messenger felt uneasy: "Master, I will never miss anything, I swear!"

"I'm not blaming you, don't do this," Xia Zhaoyi said.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Li Man asked.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly, and shook his head: "No, it's nothing, I'll reply first."

"Oh..." Li Man nodded, looking at her uneasy.

The door was gently closed by Xia Zhaoyi, and Yang Fugui whispered, "It's Tanzhou, Miss Ali just asked about Tanzhou."

"Really not." The messenger was very aggrieved.

Su Yumei was very serious when sorting out the manuscripts, never leaving the ruler, and there were a few notebooks she picked up during her daily walks, and she always had to look through the manuscripts from time to time when she was writing.

Flipping through the pages, she blinked her eyes and saw that the girl beside her had a large ink stain on the paper with the tip of the pen.

"Miss Ali, your mind is distracted." Su Yumei said softly.

Xia Zhaoyi lowered his head, smiled faintly, took the paper away, and crumpled it into a ball.

"You were not like this before," Su Yumei said, "Do you have something on your mind today?"

"Worried about a friend, I haven't heard from him for a long time."

"Did you receive it last time?"

Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "Not at Wuhepo either."

"It's been so long, don't blame you for losing your mind."

"Lost soul, downcast?" Xia Zhaoyi felt that it was a bit strange to put this word on himself.

"My brother's injury is about to heal. We will leave Huazhou in a few days. Otherwise, I will go there for you? See if he is safe?" Su Yumei asked with concern.

"No, I'll send someone to go quickly. You should go to Mr. Qi first."

Su Yumei smiled: "Actually, there's no need to worry about it. I've been by your side these days. The big brothers in the army have taken care of me. I've learned a lot from each of them. It's a lot of fun to make friends with you. .”

"If you like it, and you don't think the march is hard, you can always follow."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, you still have to charge forward, we just follow along, and Brother Yang and Brother Li are driving the carriage for us, how can it be hard, I'm afraid of becoming a drag on you."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, looked away and took out the paper from under the paperweight: "I never feel that others are a burden, nor do I feel that I am a burden to others."

"Miss Ali's handwriting is really beautiful." Su Yumei said sincerely as she looked at the "Master's Father Enlightenment" she wrote on the letter paper.

After finishing speaking, she felt rude: "Sorry, I shouldn't have read your letter..."

"It's okay," Xia Zhaoyi looked at her manuscript, "Miss Su's handwriting is also very beautiful."

"I lost my color in front of you." Su Yumei said shyly.

"By the way," Xia Zhaoyi was curious, "Most of your previous books were published in your brother's name, do you feel regretful?"

"Is there any way, who made me a woman, but I can't say I have much regret," Su Yumei smiled, "It is enough to let the world see my words."

Xia Zhaoyi said sincerely: "You have been walking outside all your life, and recording those ancient crafts will really be of great benefit to future generations. Your knowledge should be passed down through the ages."

"Thank you, Miss Ali, for your appreciation."

Xia Zhaoyi's eyes fell on Su Yumei's rough fingers and the back of her hand covered with many scars, and she couldn't help asking, "How did you get this wound?"

Su Yumei lowered her head, touched her fingers, and asked, "What did Miss Ali ask?"

Only then did Xia Zhaoyi realize that there were two lines that almost overlapped, forming a long "X".

"This one." Xia Zhaoyi pointed lightly.

"A few years ago, I went to see a cliff salt. The terrain was quite high, and it was too steep. I fell down and got hurt."

"What about this one?" Xia Zhaoyi pointed to another place.

Su Yumei frowned slightly: "Well, back then in Changyang, I heard by chance that a master piano maker insisted on using silk as the material for the strings. This is not an ancient method, and it is common, but the strings he made are really bright and clear. My brother and I went to visit. The gentleman entertained us warmly and told us that there are three secrets, one is skill, the other is tools, and the third is silk. In fact, this is not a teaching to us. No matter how curious my brother and I are , and never presumptuously ask about the secret arts of other families. Unexpectedly, this gentleman's wife and children hated us, and beat me and my elder brother when we left. They also wanted to destroy my hand, for fear that I would write Next. Fortunately, this gentleman came to save my brother and sister's hand."

Xia Zhaoyi listened quietly, and said: "Since you are good at Zijiang, you should use some hidden weapons to protect yourself."

"This... is too precise, my brother and I have never thought about it before."

"It's hard for you to go through so much and still be open-minded." Xia Zhaoyi bent his lips and smiled, "From now on, I will pay for your book and publish it in your name. As for whether others want to read it, I don't care. [-] copies will be distributed, whether they like to buy it or not, it is their regret not to buy it."

"So, that's great," Su Yumei was pleasantly surprised, "If people in the world know how this book is related to Miss Ali, they will definitely rush to get it. Even if my writing is boring, I think they will take it back as a family heirloom!"

"Pfft," Xia Zhaoyi chuckled, "I don't know if you're praising me or yourself for the word heirloom."

"Huh?" Su Yumei said, "Hahaha..."

Xia Zhaoyi also laughed.

The laughter of the girls came from inside the house, Yang Fugui and the others gasped and leaned forward to eavesdrop.

Confirmed correctly, the girl who seemed a little anxious just now is smiling now.

It's good to laugh, it's good to laugh.

The owner is in a good mood, and they are sincerely happy.

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(End of this chapter)