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Sheng Hualan sat in the study happily, holding her head in her hands and looking at the framed scroll spread out on the table. Of course, it is the first painting written by Wang Yan in his handwriting, "A cut of plum blossoms, pear blossoms in the rain and the door is closed behind closed doors".

Sheng Hong really loved Cheap Son-in-law's calligraphy. If his words were good, his calligraphy would be even better. Especially this word has a story, it is exactly what Wang Yan did to admire his eldest daughter. If it is spread out, it will definitely become a good story.

In this contradictory era where literati are weak, stubborn, romantic, etc., such a love story between a man and a woman is bound to spread extremely quickly. Ouyang Xiu made some comments, and Sheng Hong tried his best again, and it would take less than two months to spread the message to Liao.

At that time, many parties will benefit, and Sheng Hong will be able to show his face among the literati and officials, and thus enter the court's sight and the emperor's sight. Wang Yan even became famous by one word, and he was already widely known without even showing up. Reputation is the most important thing for a literati. From now on, when Wang Yan goes out, he only needs to make a start, and others will act like they have known each other for a long time, and they will say something that they have admired for a long time, and they will also praise Wang Yan's romantic words and romantic thoughts.

At that time, it was basically as if Wang Yan had stood up.

However, Sheng Hong did not lose his mind. He still urged Wang Yan to copy another picture. Sheng Hong even found a piece of good jade material for Wang Yan that had been preserved for a long time, and planned to engrave it on his cheap son-in-law. He later stamped it and completed the work.

What Sheng Hualan is looking at now is the first painting written by Wang Yan.

Of course she liked him more than Sheng Hong. In her heart, Wang Yan was really a mighty and romantic person.

She had heard many stories about literati and women, but she knew that they were in the minority after all. The romantic romance of the literati seems to have been given to the prostitutes in the brothel. It's really rare to have something like Wang Yan's. What's more, the protagonist in this is her.

"Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit." Hua Lan whispered softly. She really loved this poem so much, and she loved Wang Yan so much too.

In just a few days, a man she had never known appeared suddenly and broke into her heart. She really thinks when she walks and thinks when she sits...

"Sister, it's time for lunch."

Sheng Changbai opened the door and walked in. He shook his head like a little adult. It was really hard to see the eldest sister like this. No wonder my mother always thought that the eldest sister was useless.

"Not hungry." Hua Lan responded simply without raising her head.

"Sister, since you have agreed to get married, you will not go back on your word. Brother Wang is a talented person, capable of literature and martial arts. You should study more now so that you can have more conversations with Brother Wang in the future. This word is well written, The handwriting is better, but it’s all Brother Wang’s words, and it’s Brother Wang’s handwriting. After you get married, you can have as much as you want? It only lasts a year, why should I be impatient? "

"Having said that, it's really difficult."

"I wonder if this can relieve my elder sister's lovesickness?"

Sheng Changbai smiled, took out a letter from his sleeve, and placed it on the handwritten letter by Wang Yan, blocking Hua Lan's sight and catching Hua Lan's eyes.

The words "Hua Lan personally express" came into focus. The familiar handwriting made Hua Lan's heart move, and she quickly opened the sealed envelope.

Seeing her action, Xiao Changbai said on the side: "Brother Wang sent this to me. He also told me that the eldest sister wrote back and told me to go and deliver it when I have time to exercise and relax my mind."

Hua Lan responded unconsciously, already immersed in the letter.

After a long time, Hua Lan put the letter away and started writing a reply in the study. He hesitated for a long time before writing it out. After sealing it, he stood up and patted Sheng Changbai on the body.

"I'll deliver the letter in the afternoon. Let's go and have lunch."

Changbai put the letter into his sleeve again and shook his head funnyly: "You mean you're not hungry?"

With a snap, Hua Lan slapped Chang Bai on the forehead: "You are the only one who talks too much, so hurry up and leave."

At this time, regardless of whether the etiquette is strict or not, men and women are not on guard, and they are not allowed to meet frequently before marriage. However, there is no problem in communicating through letters. It means that the man and woman understand each other before marriage, and avoid being too unfamiliar in the future.

Compared with women, it is much more convenient for a half-grown man like Changbai to go out. In normal times, he also wants to go out to study and make friends.

After a lunch where Wang was nagging at Hualan, Changbai was kicked out of the house by Hualan before he could take a nap, urging him to go out of the city to deliver a message to Wang Yan.

Changbai, who was like a young adult, had a gentle personality, was young and mature, and felt a bit like a gentleman. He did not refuse, and he himself admired the cheap brother-in-law, so he readily accepted.

After walking for a while and riding for a while, Changbai finally arrived at the boundary of Wangjiazhuang.

There is no need to ask where Wang Yan lives. Looking around, there is only one high-walled mansion in the best location, and there is only one stone road paved from the main road to the front of the mansion. That must be where the Wang family is. .

Follow the stone road, cross a small stone bridge over the stream, and go up a gentle slope for a while, then you will arrive in front of Wang Yan's house.

After talking to the porter, Chang Bai and his entourage were directly brought in without even announcing the news. Someone also led the groom to lead the horse to rest.

After walking around the screen wall, I saw the courtyard was in full swing. Wang Yanzheng was wearing single clothes, standing in front of a pot and pointing.

"Changbai is here." Wang Yan greeted with a smile.

"I've met Brother Wang." Xiao Changbai saluted solemnly, and looked closely at the green and green tea leaves in the pot, wondering, "Brother Wang is making tea by himself?"

"It's just a try. I made a pot yesterday, let's have a taste."

After letting the slaves continue their work, Wang Yan took Chang Bai to the study room in the backyard and sat down. The little girl at home brought the tea that had been roasted yesterday and brewed it.

"Try it." Wang Yan compared it and took a sip first.

"So easy to drink?"

“Such a convenient drink!”

I am used to drinking tea soup that requires serious preparation, so suddenly drinking this kind of clear tea is very uncomfortable.

Changbai held the tea cup, took a careful sip, felt it carefully, and nodded repeatedly: "It has a delicate fragrance at the entrance, bitter at first, sweet aftertaste, and it has a special taste. Brother Wang is really curious, if he sells it, If you go out, you will definitely make a lot of money."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "There is still a long way to go. We must continue to try, and we must use good tea. This is the wild rock tea in the surrounding areas, no more than Longjing and Biluo. If you sell tea as a business, if you don't live up to it for a few days, others will be the same." If you can figure out the frying method, I will be inferior."

"You can always make some money."

"Did Chang Bai bring Hua Lan's letter?" Wang Yan asked about serious matters.

"Coming here to deliver a letter."

Changbai didn't say how his sister had no future, he simply took out the letter from his sleeve and handed it over, and then walked silently in the huge study.

The study room is really big, with several rows of bookshelves filled with books, so that the study room is filled with the unique smell of paper and ink. He casually took out the books and looked through them. Some were handwritten by poor scholars, some were handwritten by Wang Yan himself, and many were printed. Many books have annotations written by Wang Yan himself. He couldn't help but look inside.

Noticing Chang Bai's movements, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. Those annotations were all written by him, but they were written in other time and space, and the living father directly transferred them in order to improve his learning trajectory.

Even in the Song Dynasty, the cost of learning was relatively low, but books were actually not cheap. Just like in modern times, books printed by publishing houses are divided into paperback and hardcover. The same is true at this time, and printing also distinguishes quality.

Although Bi Sheng had invented movable type printing at this time, it was far from popularized. Block printing was still used nowadays. At this time, the printing is difficult to be precise. Some ink blurs and some ink leaks. This is very common, which distinguishes different prices.

A landlord like Wang Yan, who is half-detached from primitive accumulation, cannot afford to buy a room full of hardcover books, and many of them are of low quality.

As for the copies copied by poor scholars, they are more expensive than hardcover ones. They are all hard work, and Wang Yan doesn't have much here.

But after all, the books in his room are quite a fortune, especially many of them with his annotations. If you meet a buyer who knows the goods, you can still sell some land together. If he wins the Jinshi, this pile of books will be worth gold, it will be a real golden house. Celebrity effect is always very useful.

Without disturbing Chang Bai, who was engrossed in reading, he sat down at the big desk, studied ink, and began to reply to Hua Lan.

This is the first official communication between the two. Although it is inevitably mixed with some embarrassing words of love, the main purpose is to let both parties understand each other. His letter explained in detail the situation at home and some of his little hobbies. He always shamelessly praised Hua Lan and recalled all the things he had met at the market that day.

Hua Lan's reply was very restrained and embarrassing. She briefly talked about what she knew about the Sheng family, mainly focusing on what she did on a daily basis.

It is no different from chatting on the Internet, except that the information transmission speed is slower and more information is transmitted at one time.

Compared to Hua Lan's effort in writing the letter, Wang Yan's writing was so thoughtful and shameless...

At the same time, in Yangzhou City, Sheng Hong finally met Ouyang Xiu.

Although Sheng Hong was one of the most famous people in Yangzhou, the people who asked to see Ouyang Xiu were also important people, such as local big businessmen. Although it is not difficult for Sheng Hong to meet others, it is also quite laborious to get things done.

As a general judge who has only been here for a year, his job is not easy.

Following the guidance of the Ouyang family's old servant, Sheng Hong came to a pavilion in the courtyard.

Ouyang Xiu is forty-one years old this year, and he is in the prime of his life. It’s just that the experiences of the past few years have made him feel haggard, and the failure to realize his political ambitions has extinguished his spiritual fire. Even though he was an open-minded man who built Drunkard's Pavilion and wrote the famous Drunkard's Pavilion, although it showed his open-mindedness, in this era, it is more like insisting that it doesn't hurt, like a provocation to conservatives, you Come here...

He has a broad-nosed, square-mouthed face, a goatee, and a mixture of black and white hair that is affected by a haggard heart. The black and white hair was standing up randomly, with a green hairpin, and a few strands of hair were hanging down. Although the breeze was gentle, it added a bit of dust removal.

Holding the scroll in hand, Sheng Hong stepped into the pavilion and saluted respectfully: "I pay my respects to Duke Ouyang."

"Gu'an, no need to be polite, just sit down and talk."

Ouyang Xiu waved his hand casually, saw him sitting down, glanced at the scroll in Sheng Hong's hand, and asked, "Why are you looking for me in Gu'an?"

"Back to Mr. Ouyang, the eldest daughter of the family recently got married, which is interesting to say. Just six days ago..."

Sheng Hong was also a thief, so he started first. Seeing that Ouyang Xiu was not impatient, he continued to talk about the previous encounter between Wang Yan and Sheng Hualan, and also talked about Wang Yan's direct visit to propose marriage. How to impress him? In the end, it fell to Wang Yan's original Yijianmei.

Ouyang Xiu was disapproving at first and did not interrupt Sheng Hong's words, just because he had just arrived and Sheng Hong was one of the few powerful people in Yangzhou, so he had to give him corresponding respect, even if he was a big boss before. But if Sheng Hong talks nonsense this time without focusing on the point, then there will definitely be no chance for Sheng Hong to talk nonsense next time.

But after listening to Sheng Hong's account of Wang Yan's behavior, he became interested, and the more he listened, the more interesting he became. Just like that, I listened from beginning to end.

He smiled and pointed at the scroll held by Sheng Hong: "Is this what this prince said?"

"Mr. Ouyang, please take a look."

While speaking, Sheng Hong stood up and unfolded the scroll in front of Ouyang Xiu.

"The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors..."

Ouyang Xiu recited the words once, then held the scroll and read Wang Yan's words closely with his already somewhat short-sighted eyes.

"You are really talented." After a long while, he smiled and said, "The words are good and the handwriting is even better. I am not as good as this prince. Gu'an, you have really raised a good daughter. When you meet such a loving and sincere lover, you You are so lucky to have such a good son-in-law."

"What Ouyang Gong said is absolutely true. If it were not so, why would Xiaguan be willing to marry the eldest daughter of the family? It was because of his character and talent that he married the two of them."

Ouyang Xiu nodded with a smile: "Where is Wang Ziyan now?"

The man is old and the horse is slippery. How could Ouyang Xiu not understand what Sheng Hong meant? But he really wanted to meet Wang Yan, so he didn't reject Sheng Hong's little idea. After all, this was mainly to introduce talents to him.

"I studied at home in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles away from Nancheng, to prepare for the exam."

"You come look for me early tomorrow morning, and I will go to Wangjiazhuang together. Gu'an must not inform you in advance."

"It should be like this. Mr. Ouyang understands the sentiments of the people and must see the true feelings." Sheng Hong responded, not forgetting to flatter him.

Ouyang Xiu is almost immune to such high-sounding words and has heard too many of them. No matter what he is doing is serious or not, there will always be someone thoughtful enough to find a legitimate reason for him.

Seeing his smiling face, Sheng Hong stood up knowingly and cupped his hands: "I will leave this piece of writing for you. I will not disturb Mr. Ouyang anymore. I will retire."

"Gu'an, go slow." Ouyang Xiu nodded with a smile.

Seeing him leaving, he waved again, and the old servant at home came over: "Alang."

"Go and ask about Wang Yan. His given name is Zi Yan. He is eighteen years old and lives in Wangjiazhuang, ten miles outside Nancheng."

"yes."

Watching the old servant leave, Ouyang Xiu drank a glass of wine and picked up Wang Yan's calligraphy to appreciate it.

"What a good calligraphy~"

Wang Yan didn't know that Ouyang Xiu was coming to see him. In the past two days, he had not only been tinkering with tea frying, but also recruiting people to prepare for the business.

This kind of thing is actually not difficult. He has the capital and knows the output of various places, which saves the time of investigation and trial and error. The overall development route is also quite clear. It is nothing more than developing the areas around Yangzhou first, then developing business in distant places, and finally conducting trade with Liao, Xixia, Tubo, and Dali.

The only thing missing is suitable manpower.

After all, he wanted to develop external business, and it was impossible to open up business routes by himself, so his requirements for management were quite high. You need to be able to communicate, be adaptable, be able to settle accounts, be decisive, and be able to recognize people. With all these excellent qualities, basically everything is missing, only the background and capital are needed, and you can start a career on your own. Such talents basically work for big families. There are definitely some who are buried and hard to find.

On the other hand, although the internal conflicts in the Song Dynasty are not too prominent and the social environment is relatively stable, there are still many people who can't survive. They fall grass on the top of a mountain. The older brother is older and the younger brother is younger. While farming on barren land, There were many groups of bandits who came out to rob houses and were half peasants and half gangsters in the Song Dynasty.

After all, the local army cannot defeat them, and it is impossible to mobilize a large army to suppress bandits. In addition, these bandits are not popular, and they still have a good eye. They know who can touch and who cannot touch. Most of the time, they buy money from the road and do not kill people to get goods. There is also the support of big local households, which is really difficult for local officials to handle.

Therefore, if you want to do business, you also need combat-effective guards. One is to ensure that one's property is not damaged, and the other is to naturally establish an armed force and train officers.

This requirement is also not low. Loyalty is the first priority, followed by brains. Literary education flourished in the Song Dynasty, but not everyone could read.

Another thing is harmony in the countryside. His family has a high-walled compound in Wangjiazhuang, while the other villages are in dilapidated condition. This is not acceptable.

In terms of winning people's hearts, he is the landowner squire and opinion representative of Wangjiazhuang, and all the villagers of Wangjiazhuang should be his most loyal supporters. In terms of self-marketing, when Wangjiazhuang becomes rich, it will have a considerable impact on his future reputation, and it will also strengthen the belief of Wangjiazhuang villagers in following him.

Compared with his family property that was separated from primitive accumulation, the 242 villagers in Wangjiazhuang were his real wealth. People and place are the foundation of power. He is the local emperor in Wangjiazhuang. In today's environment, imperial power cannot even reach him.

So early that morning, everyone in Wangjiazhuang gathered in the open space in front of Wang Yan's house, just like the open space in front of the village committee...

"Listen up, folks. The young master thought about the difficulties of the villagers, so he specially bought seedlings of pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese in the surrounding area. Today, he will give them to the villagers to raise at home without charge. At the end of the year, the young master will collect them. We killed the pigs and distributed the meat to each family, which made up for the previous expenses of feeding. Chickens, ducks, geese..."

During the Wangjiazhuang villagers' meeting, two carriages stopped one after the other at the intersection of Wangjiazhuang and the main road. Ouyang Xiu supported his servant and stepped out of the car on a stool. Together with Sheng Hong who jumped out in a hurry, they walked slowly on the stone road to Wangjiazhuang with their hands behind their backs.

From a distance, Ouyang Xiu saw the villagers gathered in front of Wang Yan's house: "Gu'an, I never thought that this small Wangjiazhuang would be so lively."

Sheng Hong shook his head repeatedly: "Mr. Ouyang, Xiaguan never notified Wang Yan in advance, and this is also the first time Xiaguan has come here."

"Well, it will be fun then." Ouyang Xiu smiled and continued walking forward slowly with his hands behind his back.

Sheng Hong could not see what Ouyang Xiu meant, and carefully dealt with Ouyang Xiu's evaluation of the surrounding environment and his lament about the sharp contrast between Wang Yan's high-walled compound and other dilapidated houses.

He carefully followed Ouyang Xiu's footsteps and walked slowly...

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