The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 248

Song Guanzhou was not that sensitive and careful. She pointed at the side and waited for the second shopkeeper to explain. The second shopkeeper had a gentle look in his eyes and said one by one slowly and calmly, "This is Suhexiang ink, that is Songshan graphite. This one is taken from Lei Gong and is called Lei Gong ink. That one can be used to depict cloudy and rainy days, so it is named Tianyu ink as the name suggests."

Not only was the second shopkeeper enjoying his talk, but even Song Guanzhou and the others were listening attentively.

In addition, Song Youan also had some insights on writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and the two of them discussed it very interestingly.

Song Guanzhou thought to himself that she was a country bumpkin who knew nothing, but after listening, she wanted to buy them all. When he was about to ask the price, he heard a commotion coming from downstairs. After being interrupted, Song Youan's face instantly turned cold.

"Who is so rude?"

The little book boy hurried out and went downstairs. When he saw three or five candidates pointing at each other, insulting and pushing each other, he suddenly felt a headache. This study was obviously an elegant place, but today there were several groups of rascals making loud noises and quarreling.

He asked a few general questions and then ran upstairs again.

"Boss, the two groups of candidates had a dispute, and Brother Yao is trying to stop them."

"Why?"

Look, Mr. Song's face is getting more and more gloomy. We can't let him make trouble again - the second shopkeeper thought in his heart that if he could calm down the fourth young master's wife of the Pei family, he would have to calm down the hot-tempered Pipa boy in front of him.

"There is a candidate who asked for some copying work here. He came to hand it in today. After receiving the money, he wanted to buy some more ink sticks and hemp paper. But hasn't the price of hemp paper increased recently? He thought it was too expensive and wanted to bargain. A rich young man next to him couldn't stand his poverty and laughed at him a few times-"

The boy's voice became quieter and quieter, and he almost lowered his head to the second floor. Only then did he hear Song Guanzhou's doubtful words, "There must be many scholars who are short of money among those who come to take the imperial examination this time."

The second shopkeeper sighed, "Young Madam is very insightful. Rich young masters naturally spend a lot of money on food and drink. Ordinary people or those who have come to the capital from a long distance, not to mention that they are short of money, I am afraid that even ordinary things like filling their stomachs are very difficult."

Huh?

"All those who came to Beijing to take the imperial examinations this time have passed the imperial examinations. Whether it is the imperial court or their families, they must have provided some support to these candidates. How come there are still such poor scholars..."

Song Guanzhou knew that there must be such cases, but they were probably isolated cases, such as money being stolen or family members falling ill. But they were probably very rare.

Who would have thought that the second shopkeeper would shake his head and say, "The imperial court does provide some support in the form of rice, flour and money, but it's not much. Some scholars have come from afar and have already spent all their money. There are also some who are helpless and have no family to help them, so they live in poverty and hardship."

Song Youan didn't understand what Song Guanzhou meant by his question, but after she finished listening, her eyes just darkened slightly and she said no more.

Back to the ink sticks, he inquired about the price. As Song Youan was there, he had no shame and didn't behave like a gentleman, so he bargained fiercely. The second shopkeeper was no match for him. In the end, he could only say that he would add some travel expenses to the cost price and agreed to buy two pieces of Suhexiang ink, one piece of Xiangyun Tonghua ink, and one piece of Longxiang Yunyu ink.

The second shopkeeper was overjoyed. He wrapped it up carefully and handed it to Lianhua.

Song Guanzhou took the exquisite gold-inlaid auspicious cloud tung flower ink and handed it to Song Youan with both hands, "Thank you for today, Song Youan."

Song Youan was a little surprised, "Is this a gift for me, sister?"

"Thank you. Although tung blossom ink can be found everywhere in the market, Xiangyun tung blossom ink is still more expensive. I think your calligraphy with this ink is very beautiful, why not take it." Song Youan lowered his head and looked at the ink she handed over with both hands. He couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly, "Sister, you didn't even ask me what kind of person I am. Maybe my virtue is not worthy of it?"

Song Guanzhou's eyes turned cold and he looked a little impatient.

He stretched out his hands and threw the gift into Song Youan's arms. "We just met by chance, how can we say whether we are suitable or not? If you are so fussy and weird, don't blame me for not recognizing you in the future. Besides, when I give gifts, I don't care about people's status or power. Whether you are a dragon son in the sky or an ant on the ground, I will give you a gift if I like! If I don't like it, I will just throw it away!"

When he spoke at the end, there was actually some anger mixed in.

Seeing this, Lianhua hurried forward and whispered to Song Youan, "Sir, take it. If you look at our young lady with the common things in the market, you must be mistaken."

Song Guanzhou ignored him and said to the second shopkeeper, "There are some good quality and cheap paper, ink, brushes and inkstones in the study, right?"

The second shopkeeper was so frightened by Song Guanzhou's sudden arrogance that he dared not breathe. When he heard her soft voice again, he immediately responded, "Young Madam, there are quite a lot. Two cents of silver can buy a piece of hemp paper." He then told her the price of pens and ink, which was hundreds of times cheaper than the few pieces of ink in his hand.

Song Guanzhou ordered, "I'll leave fifty taels of silver here. You can prepare some cheap study supplies. If you encounter a scholar who is short of money, please ask the shopkeeper to help him."

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Song Guanzhou sighed, "If there are scholars who are too shy, you can say that this is a good match arranged by a wandering master. Don't worry or be greedy. Helping the emergency is the most important thing."

The second shopkeeper bowed and saluted, "Thank you, young madam, you are so righteous!"

Song Guanzhou made some calculations in his mind, called Lianhua over again, and asked about the money prepared for today. Finally, he added another thirty taels, "Second Shopkeeper, although the money is small, please don't despise it. Please keep it in mind."

"Of course! Of course! Madam, rest assured, we will make sure to keep a good account of who came, when they came to collect the money, and how much they collected. If you are free, I will send someone to your house for you to check."

Song Guanzhou smiled and declined.

"It's just a matter of convenience. The imperial court is selecting pillars of society, and in the end it's for the country and the people. The money I spend on tea, cosmetics and cosmetics is nothing. There's no need to mention the scholars leaving their names behind." After saying this, he called Lianhua Qingfang, took the teacups and cigarettes, and walked out slowly.

Song Youan stood in the room from beginning to end, like a bewildered child, looking at Song Guanzhou for a while, then looking down at the tung blossom ink in his hand.

Finally, when Song Guanzhou was about to step out of the door, he said loudly, "Thank you for not looking down on me, sister. It's just that Youan is of low status. If I go with you, sister, I will definitely be seen by some snobs, which will be disadvantageous to you and your husband. But you are very happy with the valuable gift you sent me today. Thank you."

After saying this, he actually bowed solemnly.

Song Guanzhou, wearing a black veil on his head, turned around slowly and accepted the gift with dignity, "Song Youan, although the moss is small, it can be as beautiful as the peony."

Before he finished speaking, he had already left.

The second shopkeeper chased after him and followed Liu Er to see Song Guanzhou off. When Song Guanzhou came down the corner stairs on the second floor, the crowd that was originally bustling and noisy suddenly stopped talking. Huang Zhi and Liu Furan, who were sitting in the elegant seats not far away, also looked over and saw Song Guanzhou, accompanied by two maids and a steward, coming down the wooden stairs gracefully like flowing clouds and water.

Everyone, without any prior agreement, made way for the path leading to the gate.

Song Guanzhou was halfway there when he saw Huang Zhi and Liu Furan standing up not far away through the veil. They were both acquaintances. She nodded slightly through the veil as if to say hello.

The two of them bowed and said, "Goodbye, Madam."