After I was reborn, I became Mrs. Chief Assistant

Chapter 238 Stone Room Mountain

Hearing that Lu was traveling fast, the wontons were still not cold when they were delivered to Yunfu.

It happened that Qiuxing was going out, so she took the wontons back to Wotangju and sent them to Yunzhuo.

Yun Zhuo was setting a chess game, saw her go and come back, and held a bowl of wontons in his hand, and asked, "Who are you?"

Qiu Xing said: "The servant just walked to the door and met the guard Wen of the Xie Mansion. He sent these wontons, saying that he was ordered by Mr. Xie."

Xie Jie?

Yun Zhuo blinked, what did he ask someone to give this to?
"I see, just let it go."

Yunzhuo guessed that he might be using Wonton to remind her of sending the paintings, but she had her own way of thinking about it, so she didn't want to involve Haruyuki in it.Left and right Xie Jie couldn't make a move, and all he needed was for the emperor to see the painting. As for how to see it, he probably didn't care.

"Did you see your father come back when you went out just now?" Yun Zhuo asked again.

Qiu Xing thought for a while and replied, "I'm back."

Yun Zhuo then put down the chess pieces in his hand, tidied up his dress, got up and walked to the study.

She planned to talk to Yunhuan about the Zhanglu Academy, and by the way, invite Mr. Shanzhou to the residence.

Sure enough, as she expected, Yunhuan was furious when he heard that she didn't want to go to Zhanglu Academy anymore.

"At the beginning, I told you not to go, and you said you wanted to experience it, well, I agreed. But now that the school is about to start, you can't say no. What are you doing in Zhanglu Academy? What is Yunfu? ? If you say you don’t want to go, then you don’t want to go. You are at ease, but have you ever thought about what people in the capital will say about you? How about Yunfu?”

How can I say that?It was nothing more than saying that her Yunzhuo eyes were higher than the top, and she looked down on Zhanglu Xuegong, and that Yunfu did not educate her well, and her family style was not right.But since the establishment of Zhanglu Academy, there have been countless people who have dropped out of school. Some of these people have earned a broader future, and some have disappeared without hearing from everyone.

In Yun Zhuo's view, Zhanglu Academy is always a stepping stone for her, whether she passed the university entrance exam or wants to leave halfway.Other than that, there is no other meaning.

She didn't want to quarrel with Yunhuan, so she said softly: "But my daughter has invited Mr. Shanzhou to teach her at the mansion. If I go to Zhanglu Academy again, I'm afraid..."

When she said this, Yun Huan fell silent, and even the anger on his face gradually calmed down.It is a rare opportunity to be taught by Mr. Shanzhou, who is well-known in Daye.He weighed the pros and cons, and said: "Yes, yes, but wait half a month after Zhanglu Academy starts, and then invite Mr. Shanzhou over. During this half month, you can call him sick."

Yun Zhuo sighed in his heart, after all, it was a good face.But what is the difference between such a move and deception?Or did Yunhuan think that it was enough to be able to fool himself?
Even though she didn't like Yunhuan's method in her heart, in order to avoid useless quarrels, she still obeyed.

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At the same time, Xin'an County, which had been peaceful for a long time, finally became lively one morning. The excitement was like a tide, sweeping from Shishi Mountain to the streets and alleys at the foot of the mountain, and then it was spread by an antique dealer, which made Xin'an Everyone in the mansion of the county dignitaries heard about this matter.

This starts with Lanke Town at the foot of Shishi Mountain.

Because of a rumor that was handed down thousands of years ago, the Pingan Town at the foot of Shishi Mountain was not only renamed Lanke Town, but also because more and more foreigners came here because of the name, and there were also antiques on Shima Street in the town. For business, antique calligraphy, painting and ceramics are already considered good, but there are more copper coins and silver coins with mildew spots that can't even read the words clearly, as well as strange stones and jade articles with mixed textures.

There are everything, but those that can be called "antiques" are rare.

The antique business, which has almost no antiques, has flourished in this small town for so many years, not only because of the enthusiasm of the local people. Every spring and autumn, besides tourists, many foreigners who call themselves antique dealers come here to pan for gold.

A chipped bowl was bought with a string of copper coins, with the addition of the legend of "Lan Ke Qi Yuan", which can be resold for five taels of silver in another place.

One morning in August, Zhang Yizheng, an antique dealer who had been staying in Xin'an for a few days, was planning to leave, and because of his career, he took a walk around Ping'an Street before leaving.

Early in the morning, Ping’an Street was still shrouded in mist, cocks crowed and dogs barked in harmony with each other, steam was rising from the steamer at the door of the restaurant, smoke was curling up from the backyards of houses with black bricks and black tiles, and silversmiths hammered silver. The sounds of blacksmiths striking iron, carpenters sawing wood, and peddlers hawking in the streets and alleys, like the heat and cooking smoke, are clear at first, and then gradually disappear in the mist.

Some people have already started to set up a stall on the street. A piece of old floral cloth is spread on the ground. The bowls, chopsticks, hair combs, hairpins, calligraphy and paintings are all the same, and they are stained with dirt that cannot be washed clean, making them look very dilapidated.

Villagers who have never seen the world are probably like this, always thinking that antiques are associated with the word dilapidated.

Zhang Yi glanced over without stopping, but stopped when he reached the end of the stall. Compared with the abundant products in front, the items on the stall at the end can be said to be pitifully few - indeed too few, only one painting.

But Zhang Yi was also someone who had been immersed in old things for several years. His vision was so sharp that he could almost identify the painting at a glance. He took off his purse, carefully counted the silver taels he was carrying, and finally only left the travel expenses. The rest were handed over to the stall owner: "How about buying a painting for you with this money?"

The stall owner is just an ordinary villager. He stumbled into a tomb in the mountains two days ago. There was nothing in the tomb except a skeleton. He took the long box home and found that it contained a painting.

He had heard about the excitement on Ping'an Street for a long time.He knew that this painting was probably worthless, otherwise, how could there be only this one thing in the tomb?But he wanted to try his luck, so although he didn't have much hope, he packed himself early this morning and went to the street to set up a stall.

The villager has never seen so much money in his life, he nodded quickly: "Enough is enough!"

While nodding, he rolled up the scroll, put it in the box, and handed it to the man in front of him.

After Zhang Yi left contentedly, all the stallholders gathered around him and asked him, "Wang Si'er, what's the origin of your painting, that person actually gave you so much money?"

Wang Si'er smiled honestly: "I don't know, I thought it was worthless."

After Zhang Yi got the painting, he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he went to find Wang Si'er afterward, inquired about the origin of the painting, and went to the tomb in person accompanied by Wang Si'er.

(End of this chapter)