The sick and weak son's koi wife is full of luck

Chapter 105 Selling Paper
The raft traveled to the other side of the long river, and the gate of Wuxing City was closed tightly.

However, Shen Qingling had the official document in hand, and the guarding soldiers saw that it was the second son of Changsong's Shen family, and immediately opened the city gate to let him in.

Shen Qingli doesn't talk to Shen Qingling, but Shen Qingling can't stop treating Shen Qingli as her elder sister.

The first thing Shen Qingling did when he entered Wuxing was to find an ox cart for Shen Qingli, hire a driver, and a dozen or so personal guards disguised themselves to see him off.

Shen Qingli raised the curtain on the bullock cart, got inside, paused for a moment with the hand that lowered the curtain, and finally looked directly at Shen Qingling, "Second Brother."

Shen Qingling described her as haggard, but her eyes were dazzling and shining.

He focused on Shen Qingli, and called out in a low voice: "Sister, what else can I order?"

Shen Qingli sighed slightly, "Are you determined to stay in Wuwei?"

Shen Qingling frowned, and said firmly: "Yes."

The corners of Shen Qingli's lips twitched, her eyes were unclear, "That's fine, my father mentioned in his letter that the emperor had married me and Ting Shen, and I believe that the imperial decree will be sent to Mobei in the near future. I can rest assured that you help your brother-in-law. "

Shen Qingling was speechless. How could his elder sister be so short-sighted? His father also exchanged letters with him. King Qi had already fallen out with the emperor. Although their Shen family was a famous family in Changsong, they were in King Qi's fief.King Qi wants to rebel, how could the Emperor of Northern Liang have a good impression of their Shen family?I am afraid that this marriage grant will eventually be abandoned...

With a cold expression on his face, with the anger accumulated in his chest, he said angrily: "Except for Xiao Tingshen, Eldest Sister has no clan members in her heart?"

Shen Qingli's body was slightly stiff, and she looked at her younger brother who had a very low sense of existence in the past.

Shen Qingling took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, and said: "Elder Sister, go back to Changsong first." After speaking, he glanced at the people below, and the driver got into the ox cart, Shen Qingli couldn't help but Don't lower the curtain.

The coachman raised his bullwhip, and the bullock cart slowly moved forward on the official road.

Shen Qingling looked at the ox cart that was drifting away, his gaze was even more tenacious.

He and his eldest sister are going to take different paths.

The entourage behind him saluted Shen Qingling, "Shen Qingling."

Shen Qingling asked: "Did my Wuxing friend inform you?"

The entourage said: "We have arrived with all the notifications, and we will meet at Mingyue Tower after noon."

Shen Qingling gave an "en" and said, "Let's go."

It is said that people rely on clothing and Buddha relies on gold clothing.

Shen Qingling arrived at Mingyue Building one step ahead of time, asked for a private room, washed off her fatigue, and changed into a bright blue wide-sleeved satin robe, lined with a white collar, black trousers with a large underskirt, and a wide waistband Silk ribbon, black hair tied high, revealing a smooth forehead, eyebrows and starry eyes, he is really the handsome Changsong Xiaolang.

After Shen Qingling cleaned up, the timing was just right, she stepped on the spot and went downstairs from the private room, and at a glance, she saw her friends below entering Mingyue Tower in twos and threes.

Shen Qingling went up to greet her, stretched out her hands and said, "Brother Jing, Brother Chen, Brother Lu, Brother Lin... Long time no see."

"Brother Shen, long time no see..."

After a while of greetings, they were seated.

Shen Qingling would call these people in order to sell all the [-] sheets of paper.

Watching them is like watching a millionaire.

No matter how it looks outside, the Shixun sons will at most ask Shen Qingling half-jokingly at the gathering, Wuwei was attacked by the Huns and came back unscathed, brother Shen is brave!
Shen Qingling smiled lightly when he heard it, he would not tell them how to defend Wuwei!
Even if you listen to them, they can't understand the tragedy, and it's better not to say a word.

The matter was brought up for a moment and it was overturned.

The next thing is to drink, recite poems, write poems and talk about women... There is a lot of things.

Shen Qingling looked at their drunkenness, and his heart became more and more sad, but when he remembered that those [-] pieces of paper could be exchanged for what Wu Wei needed most, he suppressed all the pity in his heart.

Finally, when everyone was almost drunk, Shen Qingling asked someone to put the paper on the desk in the middle.

Shen Qingling looked at Lu Zhaolin and said: "Zhao Lin, the atmosphere is just right now, how about reciting a poem?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaolin readily responded, "Okay."

Shen Qingling led him to the desk, "Come, I have pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

Several people looked at the paper on the desk, and they were stunned for a while. Bamboo slips were mostly used in gatherings in the past, but this kind of paper was rarely used. Lu Zhaolin smiled and said, "Qing Ling, you went to Pan He this time, and you actually brought It’s not cheap, is it?”

Shen Qingling said: "Come on, let's try writing a poem."

Lu Zhaolin wrote the pen, and frowned, "Today, we will have a drink and get together, don't look back at the river and don't think about it."

The tip of the pen fell to the last stroke on the paper, just finished.

Everyone present applauded.

Good words, good poetry, better meaning.

Lu Zhaolin's handwriting was full of dragons and phoenixes, thick and powerful, and was praised by others. He smiled subtly, "Which is better? This paper is better, which makes people feel more. Speaking of this, I still want to thank Brother Qingling for being willing to give such a precious I took out the paper and gave it to everyone as a book, so I dare not waste it at will, I must write poetry in the best posture."

Shen Qingling just smiled and said nothing.

The brothers beside him then praised Shen Qingling again.

Shen Qingling was picked up, his eyes became brighter, as if he could see the materials or money exchanged for fifty thousand pieces of paper, he coughed lightly, and said cheekily: "If you like it, why don't you just buy some? My place There are still [-] sheets of paper, the price is much cheaper than Feng's paper, if you want it, just take it."

No one expected that Shen Qingling would say such a thing.

Lu Zhaolin and the others were stunned.

Before they could refuse, Shen Qingling asked his personal guard to bring in the fifty thousand sheets of paper, and stacked them neatly in front of them.

Lu Zhaolin and the others were stunned!

Shen Qingling is going all out, no matter what they think of him, "Zhao Lin, Brother Jing, Brother Chen, Brother Lin, plus me, it happens to be [-] sheets per person, and there will be no need to use bamboo slips in the future, and the bamboo slips will also cost money. If you don’t use paper instead, I originally planned to get rid of the paper later, so I won’t have to carry too much... If you don’t want to buy it with money, it’s fine..."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of several people couldn't help but brighten up, and then listening to his last sentence, they almost choked to death.

"It's okay to exchange items."

The whole atmosphere froze.

Lu Zhaolin and the others stared straight at Shen Qingling, and neither of them spoke.

Shen Qingling's heart seemed to be filled with tens of thousands of ants, gnawing on them bit by bit. This feeling was too uncomfortable. After all, he was also a prominent figure in Changsong. Who did this before?
In their minds, being in business is the most unworthy thing.

...

Seeing that they were silent, Shen Qingling smiled embarrassingly, "...If you want to buy it, I'll give it to you directly...It doesn't have much money."

Jing Se finally came to his senses, and a sarcasm almost imperceptibly crossed the corner of his lips, "How can you ask Brother Qing Ling to send the four of us alone? Isn't it just [-] sheets of paper? I think this paper is not as good as Feng's." It's exquisite, but you can write. It's Feng's [-] sheets of paper. The family bought it as soon as they said it, let alone paper of this quality..."

The insinuation is obvious.

Shen Qingling's heart seemed to be frying in a frying pan, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, his face didn't show half of it. In his mind, he recalled the Wubao he had seen, the smiling farmers on the Wubao, advancing and retreating together under the chaos of war Jiang Yuhuai, even if Jiang Yuhuai has a cheap mouth, everything is so real, but what he is facing at this moment is so hypocritical.

Will you die if you don't pretend?
"That's it, then you can buy it."

Several people:"……"

Jing Se frowned, he said everything on his face, is Shen Qingling a piece of wood?
Shen Qingling didn't care what they thought, he had already taken a step and didn't think about backing down, and then looked at the guard behind him, and ordered: "You are responsible for helping the men deliver the paper to the house safely."

The guards bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."

After a while, the guards moved all the [-] sheets of paper out again.

Several people:"……"

They didn't realize at all that they have the right to refuse, the key point is that no one has the shame to refuse!

Absolutely!
It's like eating a stomach full of flies.

After all, the party can't go on anymore, and it's a bit like breaking up unhappy.

Shen Qingling didn't care about this cold spot.

...

Shen Qingling stayed in Wuxing for a day, then set off for Wuwei.

Back this time, there were five carts of silk from the Lu family, three carts of grain from the Lin family, two calves from the Chen family, and five carts of vegetables from the Jing family.

From this point of view, the Jing family looked shabby.

But Shen Qingling didn't care, after all, he had exchanged paper for something usable. Paper, silk, grain, calf, and vegetables were what Wuwei lacked most, and they could support Wuwei for a while.

In addition to the raft he brought, he rented another raft and loaded the supplies onto the raft. Shen Qingling left Wuxing without hesitation, and headed towards the place where he had achieved his goal!

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...

Without the invasion of the Huns, Jiang Yuhuai organized the refugees to build dams and repair the city walls.

From afar, I saw two wooden beams slowly swaying towards the bank of the long river.

Shen Qingling also saw the busy scene on the shore, and waved to everyone, "Magistrate Jiang—Magistrate Jiang, I'm back."

Jiang Yuhuai's face was stained with sweat, and he was carrying a huge boulder in his hand, following the prestige.

The sunlight floated golden highlights on the river surface, and Shen Qingling's silver-blue figure came into view.

Jiang Yuhuai licked his dry lips, "Tsk, this person looks like a human being after going out."

Shen Qingling's wooden frame had already reached the bank of the Changhe River. He didn't hear what Jiang Yuhuai said, but said excitedly: "Magistrate Jiang, come here quickly, I brought supplies back!"

With this roar, the unhappiness at the party and the feeling of bearing the burden of humiliation dissipated easily, and instead, he was filled with a sense of pride and satisfaction.

It was as if he had done a great thing!
At this moment, when I think about the scenery above Shizi's wife's fort, I realize how difficult it is to rebuild all of them!
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...

After Shen Qingling came back, she was even more busy without touching the ground. Apart from registering the household registration for the refugees, she was also busy with the construction of Wuwei.

Not to mention copying Wubao, it's almost like [-]%.

First of all, there is the problem of the embankment. The stone house has already provided stones as much as possible, but these are far from enough.

For this matter, Shen Qingling still needs to go to Mobei to learn from warmth. Apart from building dams, is there any more beneficial way to benefit the people.

It just so happened that Xiao Tingshen was also going back to the border, so Shen Qingling naturally followed him to Mobei.

When passing by Pan He, Shen Qingling originally wanted to go to Gu's family, but this time the schedule was tight, so he had to give up.

Hurry up and reach Wubao in one day.

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However, before they were in Wubao for more than a month, Xiao Tingshen and Shen Qingling rode high horses across the field ridge, and saw that the original yellow grains had been transported into the granary, and most of the farmers were tidying up the fields, preparing to plant some seasonal vegetables at the end.

When Xiao Tingshen came back, Wen Qing was lying on the couch reading a book.

Autumn is exhausting.

She felt that she didn't get enough sleep recently. She fell asleep again just after dinner. The bamboo slips were spread out on her lap, half hanging in the air. She closed her eyelids slightly, and the breeze was blowing through the window. She dozed off comfortably without a word Didn't look in.

"Qingqing, I'm back."

Xiao Tingshen's call came from the door of the main room.

The warm eyelids opened suddenly, and he got up and looked towards the door of the main room. He saw a man striding in with the setting sun, his eyes were dark, and when he met the sleepy-eyed woman, his lips curled into a warm smile.

"What, are you sleeping at this hour?"

She rubbed her eyes tenderly, and said in a laziness of just waking up, "Well, I'm a little sleepy."

"I'm not by your side, you can't even sleep well?"

She choked on warmth, with a smile in her brows and eyes, "...what are you talking about?"

Xiao Ting smiled happily, stretched out his hand and took the limp man into his arms, and hugged him, "Did you sleep well?"

Warmth: "..." Is this man going to have trouble with this problem?
Xiao Ting sighed deeply, "I thought you were the same as me. I haven't slept well all day without you by my side."

"Xiao Tingshen, you are so nasty, I can't stand you!"

Xiao Ting was also amused by himself.

He held his warm face, and the skin in his hands was smooth, rubbed it lightly, lowered his head, and kissed it heavily.

The kiss was so tender that I could hardly breathe before letting go.

Xiao Tingshen said solemnly: "I'll come back to see you, and I will leave later. Ji Si's side is loading gunpowder. I received a letter from my second uncle saying that countless Huns were killed and injured in the Wuwei Battle. At the border, the second uncle fought fiercely with the Huns the night before yesterday. Although he was not defeated, he narrowly won. The battle line was too long. I only hope that I can bring gunpowder to defeat the Huns in one fell swoop, so that these barbarians dare not invade at will. Mobei!"

The warm and flushed little face was slightly stunned, "So urgent?"

"Yes. Don't worry, the time won't drag on for too long." Xiao Ting paused for a while, and then said: "When the border matter is over, I have something important to complete with you."

"Oh? What?"

There was a serious light in Xiao Ting's deep eyes, "Let's go back to Beiliang, I want to tell the family about marrying you, you must have the words of your parents and matchmakers, three matchmakers and six hires, and eight palanquins to take you home. "

"I don't care about these..." And going back to Beiliang means they admit that they have cheated everyone, including Li Youqin.Li Youqin is now the emperor!

No matter how you count it, you are deceiving the king!
Xiao Ting seemed to understand what she was thinking, and said, "No, I don't care, even if it's bullying the king, I'm not afraid."

Warmth: "..."

　Continue tomorrow, the epidemic is serious, everyone protect yourself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)