C14 (2/2)

All the goose feathers that could be used by the five big white geese at home had been plucked, all because of the promotional contribution made by the lord of Daizhou, the prefecture, yesterday.

This He Kenzhou boasts of being a Qing Liu, and Zhu Yisu gave his son Zhu Hongzhao's book 4: 5 as a gift in return, giving He Kenzhou a precious treasure. After asking Zhu Hongzhao about the process of writing the book, he found out about the father and son bet. He liked the talent shown by Zhu Hongzhao at such a young age, and felt that Zhu Hongzhao had the temperament of an ancient scholar.

Without waiting for Zhu Yisu to speak, He Zhizhou took the initiative to recommend Zhu Hongzhao's Lee Family as the matchmaker. When the lord of Zhizhou came to this small village, the local gentry naturally gathered around to brush up on his presence.

The lord of Zhizhou wanted to be famous for Zhu Hongzhao, so the reputation of the quill went away. That day, when the Master of Zhizhou left, the other nobles who needed to be looked up to by the Lee Family took out their thick gifts and each of them begged for a few quills to return. It wasn't that there weren't any geese in their house, but that Lee Family had its own meaning.

Not to mention other things, Second Elder Brother Zhu's bet with his father on the marriage of young lady from the Lee Family to copy thirteen copies of the books at a tender age of ten would eventually become an ancient saying. If he didn't ask for a few goose feathers to be touched by the literary aura, how long would it take?

Old Man Liu, who had received three Soldier's Books in return, felt even more elated when he saw this. His words were filled with an unrelenting love.

Thus, Old Man Liu had even used his power to take advantage of others and sent Second Elder Brother Zhu's matter to the capital. This could also be considered as Li reporting as a peach. In secret service of the Ming Dynasty, there was no such thing as retirement. For a senior military officer like him, there was only one way to retire: by sudden death.

Now that Lee Yuvniang allowed Zhu Hongzhao, it was inconvenient for him to show his face, even if he had to cover his face with a veil. As a result, Lee Xiuhsing could only squat at home and look at her giggling sister with a sour feeling in her heart.

Right now, she was really envious of her sister. She had a talented, loving, and talented young master. And she? In his entire life, it would be hard to find a proper marriage. Even if he could get married out of it, it would still be a problem.

The two families were engaged to be married. Lee Yuvniang was currently fourteen years old, so it would be difficult to delay her for too long. The wedding was in two years, not long. Lee Xiuhsing felt that she should do something. She didn't want her younger sister to hide in her house forever after she got married. It would be too shameful.

Lee Yuvniang took up the pen and wrote down the three words, ”Zhu Hongzhao”. The more she read, the more she liked it.

Right now, she felt like she was the happiest woman in the world. Thinking about the interactions she had with Zhu Hongzhao for the past two months, she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

”Sister, what are you thinking about?”

”What?”

Seeing Lee Yuvniang wake up from her daze, Lee Xiuhsing swallowed the idea that she had just thought of. He only gave a small smile. ”Is little sister thinking about Erlang?”

Lee Yuvniang's pretty face turned serious as if she was thinking for her family's business. However, her blushing face betrayed her, ”Where's that? I was thinking about my uncle's idea of raising a goose. ”

”Second Uncle's idea is good, but it is not a long-term solution. Goose feather brushstroke gift is fine, if used for business. The reputation that our family has built up is ruined. I guess grandfather also thought the same way, that's why he didn't agree to second uncle's suggestion. ”

”Elder sister has a thorough understanding. Whoever marries such a virtuous wife will be able to prosper.”

Lee Xiuhsing smiled along with him. How could Lee Yuvniang, who was immersed in happiness, notice the loneliness in Lee Xiuhsing's eyes?

Aside from the two ox-cart carriages, two other people who were riding on secret service of the Ming Dynasty were riding on it in the name of a government official. In addition, there was also a carriage gifted by Old Master Liu. It seemed that the old man had fallen in love with the exchange of courtesies.

On the official road, Zhao Qi was driving a carriage. On both sides of two guards riding on secret service of the Ming Dynasty, two ox-carts were pulling luggage and eight servant. This could also be considered as the 'high mobility' army of the Ming Dynasty.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Yisu wore a blue official uniform, and wore a black veil hat. In his hand, he held a folding fan to cool it down. The eldest son, Zhu Honglin, had a younger brother who had only just learned Daizhou, so he naturally seized every moment to study.

He was holding a book of ”Analects” and reading the notes. Whenever he encountered something he didn't understand, he would ask his father, Zhu Yisu. Zhu Yisu shook his head and answered as he squinted his eyes and shook the carriage.

After ordering a Heaven's Foot, Zhu Hongzhao could be said to be satisfied as he saw the loli he liked as his wife and gave a name that suited his mood. Lying lazily on the deer skin, he held the folding fan in one hand and his chin in the other.

He had a strong opinion of this studious older brother of his. The shaking car was full of books and books, and after two attempts of persuasion, he refused to listen. Well, it's up to you, but it's not me.

Wan Li 48 years, I still don't know how long this old emperor will be able to hold on. To be honest, Zhu Hongzhao was very satisfied with his current living conditions. As Zhu Yisu became more distant, he was even more satisfied with the change in his political status.

If this old emperor could hold on for a hundred years, then there would be no need for us to work so hard to rebel. Rebellion was very dangerous, and the servant that he borrowed from the Kan family was not reliable either.

However, that old man called Chen Xuanguang was not bad, he was skilled. He might even be able to pull out the battle weapon, the Mini Rifle, from before the Industrial Revolution. If it could be mass-produced, it would be a godly weapon to kill gods and buddhas.

He understood the most basic principles of this thing. He had discussed it with others before, but had ended up getting his face beaten black and blue by someone for taking data. Impressive, knowing that this thing needed to be mass-produced in the early stages of industrialization, but with industrialization, after the rifle, who would use the Mini Rifle this backward, slow firing of the front-loading rifle?