Chapter 77 Encounter
Listening to the compliments, Zhou Qing hummed and the little jumping frog planted five more peonies of different sizes and expressions.
The flowers are pricked out and then fixed to the prepared flower branches.
Zhou Qing specially selected a tree stick with more branches and wrapped it with brown and green gauze to make a flower branch.
Insert the flower branches into the flower pot, and then use dark green gauze to stretch the leaves and fix them on the flower branches.
This silk flower peony immediately came to life.
Looking at the pots of peonies in front of them, Sanfang and his family were stunned.
"Qing Yatou, your skills are amazing!"
"Yes, Qing Yatou, even the third aunt didn't know that you could be so good at piercing!"
Zhou Yao couldn't help but come forward, closed her eyes and took a deep breath to smell it.
"Sister, it would be better if it smells more floral."
Zhou Qing nodded and smiled: "Well, it still lacks spice, but there's no rush."
"Qing Yatou, such a beautiful flower, such expensive silk, this pot must be sold for ten taels of silver!" Zhou Huailin stared at the silk flowers and touched his chin.
"Third uncle, I'm sorry for all the hard work I put in at ten taels. This pot costs at least thirty taels!"
While shopping today, she took a special look and found that there was no one selling silk flowers in the entire Qinghe County.
She is the only one.
Upon hearing the price, Ms. Zhao's eyes widened immediately.
"Thirty taels? Who can afford this!"
Zhou Qing smiled and said: "Third Aunt, these big pots of flowers are naturally sold to wealthy families."
Zhou Ping shouted: "Mother, my second uncle still sells a cricket cage for twenty taels, and a pot of flowers for thirty taels, and they have to be robbed! The people in the county are different from us."
With that said, Zhou Ping turned to look at Shen Li.
No, let’s take a buy one get two free offer!
Shen Li
What does this look mean?
Are people with a lot of money stupid and big-headed?
With a twitch in the corner of his eye, Shen Li looked at Zhou Qing.
"A pot of silk flowers like this costs at least fifty taels of silver. It's too cheap. It's a waste of my own craftsmanship."
Zhou Ping
Look what I'm talking about!
Shen Li
Zhou Qing said thirty taels was enough to shock Zhao.
Unexpectedly, Shen Li actually said fifty taels!
Fifty taels! ! !
Zhao
With his mouth slightly open, he stared at the peony as if staring at a money tree.
"Qing girl, hurry up and teach the third aunt!"
"Sister, teach me quickly."
"Qing girl, my third uncle's hand is not good at piercing flowers, but he can still pierce trees with sticks."
"Daughter, daddy will make silk flowers with you tomorrow."
Zhou Qing turned his head and looked at Zhou Huaishan.
"Tomorrow, Dad, you start reading!"
Zhou Huaishan suddenly sighed melancholy and couldn't bear to look at Zhou Qing.
"Daughter, you are all busy making money, but dad can't help at all. Dad feels very uncomfortable!"
Zhou Qing rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, if you are really feeling uncomfortable, you can win the first prize in one fell swoop and take us to Kyoto to eat and drink the spicy food!"
Zhou Ping hugged Zhou Huaishan.
"Second uncle, it's all up to you to enjoy the hot food and drink spicy food! Come on!"
Zhou Huaishan.
Do you think I'm spicy?
Since Zhou Huaishan would start studying tomorrow, after finishing a pot of silk flowers, everyone chatted for a while and then dispersed.
Tomorrow, I will learn to tie silk flowers with Zhou Qing, and the whole family is filled with excitement.
Only Zhou Huaishan looked at Zhou Qing sadly after everyone dispersed.
"Daughter, can I have another day off tomorrow?"
Zhou Qing did not answer the question, but said: "Do you know what happened to me in the county today?"
Zhou Huaishan looked helpless, "What's the matter?"
What could be more serious than that he would start studying tomorrow!
Zhou Qing told Zhou Huaishan about his encounter with Zhou Huaihai today and what Xu Feng, the shopkeeper of Yunhai Bookstore, said.
Ignored what the county magistrate and Zhao Dacheng said.
"Now Zhou Yuan has found a position in the Jingwei camp in Kyoto. If you can't go to high school, with Zhou Huaihai's temper, do you think he can make you live a good life? How many more years can you live!"
Zhou Huaishan's eyes widened.
wipe!
I used to think that reading was life-threatening!
Now, can’t you live without studying?
With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Zhou Huaishan hummed and said: "The Jingwei camp is not a serious job."
Zhou Qing said: "If you were still the Marquis of Rongyang, then the Jingwei camp would definitely not be in your eyes, but now you are just a farmer, and it will be easy for someone to crush you to death!"
Zhou Huaishan almost cried!
Why did his life have so many misfortunes?
"Daughter, is there no other way?"
Zhou Qing shook his head.
"No, unless you stand out, otherwise, just wait to be retaliated by Zhou Huaihai!"
Without saying a word, Zhou Qing got off the kang and left.
Zhou Huaishan was left alone to lie on the kang, his sorrow flowing backwards like a river.
When Zhou Qing went out, Shen Li was teaching Zhou Ping horse steps in the yard.
Zhou Ping wants to learn kung fu from Shen Li. The most basic thing is to start with Zha Ma Bu and wear half a stick of incense every morning and evening.
Although he was only five years old, Zhou Ping raised his arms and stuck there in a dignified manner.
Looking at the ferocious look on his face, you can tell that he is gritting his teeth to hold on.
Shen Li turned to look at Zhou Qing, "Don't worry, there will be no problem in the master's mansion test."
Zhou Qing grinned bitterly, "No matter how smart you are as a gentleman, you can't stop students from not working hard!"
Shen Li smiled and said: "Master has a flexible mind. If you can get the top spot in the county exam, even if you can't get the top spot in the government exam, you can always pass the exam. You have to believe in the master."
Zhou Qing sighed.
"Forget it, instead of trusting him, I might as well trust your five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation!"
Shen Li
"Ah? Five what?"
Zhou Qing waved his hand and said with a smile: "I believe you!"
Shen Li's ears turned red.
Fortunately, it was night and no one could see clearly.
Looking at Zhou Qing with tender eyes, "Yes, trust me."
Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye it’s two days before the Buddha Festival.
Early in the morning, Zhou Qing picked two pots of large flowers, a few bouquets of small flowers and a few bonsais, loaded them into a mule cart, covered them with thick linoleum cloth, and drove into the city with Zhou Huailin.
"Qing girl, the monk from Qingquan Temple, can you buy these flowers from us? The weather has been very good these days, so you can use the flowers you raise yourself."
Zhou Huailin was a little worried.
The flowers have already planted half of the house. If they can’t be sold,
Zhou Qing raised his head and looked at the cloudless sky above his head.
"Try your luck." She didn't dare to finish her sentence.
However, it all depends on people.
If you don't try, you will never succeed.
Here, the uncle and nephew went straight to Qingquan Temple.
That side, the county seat.
After a month of recuperation, Zhou Huaihai was finally able to sit up and talk to people.
Early in the morning, Zhou Yuan sent a message from Kyoto.
The letter said that he urgently needed a few pots of high-quality ink chrysanthemums to give gifts to his superiors. He could not find suitable ones in Kyoto, so he asked Zhou Huaihai to ask for a few pots from Qingquan Temple for him.
Along with the letter, there were two thousand taels of silver notes.
After reading the letter, Mr. Zhou frowned.
"There are ink chrysanthemums in Qingquan Temple, but I heard from Sun Zenian that there are only three pots of ink chrysanthemums in Qingquan Temple, and they are all waiting to be used during the Buddha Festival."
Ever since Zhou Qing was so angry that he vomited blood last time, Mr. Zhou's body has been in a state of collapse.
After taking decoction and medicine for a long time, it didn't work. Later, the doctor suggested that he go for a walk in the mountains and listen to Buddhist scriptures and Zen, which might be helpful.
These days, Mr. Zhou often made appointments with Sun Zenian to Qingquan Temple.
After going back and forth, I felt really energetic.
"But the Buddha Festival lasts for three days. During these three days, what if the flowers wilt and fall apart?"
"Yes, and we are only three to five days away from Kyoto. What if something happens on the way?"
Zhou Huaihai interrupted Wang.
"Don't be afraid on the road. If you get Mo Ju, let's take the escort car to Kyoto. As my mother said, the Buddha Festival will be lively for three days, and Mo Ju will be destroyed if we don't protect him."
As he spoke, Zhou Huaihai moved.
"In this case, my father and I will go to Qingquan Temple now to see if we can discuss with the temple and buy a pot."
Take action when you say action.
The two men got into the sedan chair and set off.
Because Zhou Huaihai still had difficulty moving, when he arrived at the gate of the temple, he was carefully supported by two guards when he got off the sedan chair.
"Master, do you think that is Zhou Qing?"
Just as he was entering the temple gate, a guardian suddenly pointed at the person in front of him.
Zhou Huaihai immediately looked in the direction he pointed.
In front, Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin were standing there talking, I don’t know what they said, both of them had smiles on their faces.
Zhou Huaihai suddenly turned dark.
"What are those two people in front doing?" Mr. Zhou asked the Zhike monk on the side.
Because Mr. Zhou often came to Qingquan Temple to listen to Zen, the monk Zhike put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to Mr. Zhou.
"I'm here to sell flowers. I'm waiting for Senior Brother to invite me to host."
Selling flowers?
Mr. Zhou and Zhou Huaihai looked at each other.
"Dad." Zhou Huaihai pulled Mr. Zhou aside, "This is our chance to get that piece of paper back."
Mr. Zhou's eyelids twitched and he looked at Zhou Huaihai.
Zhou Huaihai said a few words in a low voice.
Mr. Zhou immediately refused, "No, you are not like this"
Before Mr. Zhou could finish his words, Zhou Huaihai said: "Dad, have you forgotten how you vomited blood? Have you forgotten how I was beaten? And the Moju in Qingquan Temple may not be for sale yet!"
Mr. Zhou was confused for a moment.
He hesitated for a long time with a dark face, then slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "That's it, just don't worry about your life."
"Don't worry, dad, I'm not the one who doesn't care about blood relatives!"
Zhou Huaihai turned his head and nodded to one of the guards. After whispering a few instructions, the guard turned around and entered the temple.
As soon as he left, Mr. Zhou took a deep breath and walked towards Zhou Huailin.
"Lin Zi?"
Zhou Huailin and Zhou Qing were talking when they suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around following the voice and saw Mr. Zhou.
"Dad?!" Zhou Huailin looked shocked.
Mr. Zhou was filled with joy and surprise, "It's really you, Lin Zi."
Seeing Mr. Zhou like this, Zhou Huailin felt sad for a moment and walked towards Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou took Zhou Huailin's hand and patted the back of his hand a few times, causing tears to fall from his eyes.
"Linzi, dad misses you."
What Mr. Zhou said is not a lie.
These tears are not fake tears either.
After all, he is his biological son, so he is just lying if he doesn't want to.
When Mr. Zhou cried, Zhou Huailin panicked a little.
"Dad, don't cry, don't cry, I'm not doing well."
Mr. Zhou looked at Zhou Huailin with both tears and laughter, "Yes, okay, okay, it's dad's fault. Don't cry, don't cry. Why are you here? Can you talk to dad for a while?"