Ye Chunqiu was silent, but he opened the door and Ye Jing had already put the bowls and chopsticks under the locust tree in front of the courtyard, and greeted Ye Chunqiu, "Chunqiu, go clean your hands, have you sober up? Have some supper and fill your stomach."

Ye Chunqiu said oh, and went to wash his hands well. When he returned to the locust tree, the supper was ready. Ye Chunqiu said slowly: "Dad, where is the second uncle?"

Ye Jing served Ye Chunqiu's meal and said, "Oh, he has been intimidated with his friends. I'm afraid he won't come back tonight. He has lived a hard life at home..."

Ye Chunqiu nodded: "Dad, even if you are a relative, you can only help once, and you can't stop. You just borrowed twenty taels of silver from him and don't borrow it again in the future."

Ye Jing knew that Ye Chunqiu knew about this. He knew that Ye Chunqiu was a little unhappy and hurriedly said, "Okay, this is only once, no example. After eating, eating, and after dinner, my father still has to write articles. Taibai Ji always urged me to write articles. My father told them clearly that he did not write poems and songs. My father did not have this talent. Of course... he didn't want to focus on this. He could try the eight-legged essays. Don't blame him if he didn't write well."

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but smile. It was approaching Mid-Autumn Festival. After eating, the full moon hung high like a jade plate. Although there was no candlelight in front of the courtyard, there was also some hazy light. The father and son sat in front of the courtyard to enjoy the moon. Ye Jing looked up at the moon and said, "It's Mid-Autumn Festival again, but I don't know how good your mother is. Alas... She must be very cold in the sky."

The mother who had never been masked... Ye Chunqiu had no impression in her memory, but she was so beautiful that she saw Ye Jing's face dark, Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but feel silent, trying to build a loving mother in her heart, and then smiled and said, "Dad, if my mother knew that we were like this, I don't know how happy she would be."

"Yeah." Ye Jing nodded and said depressedly: "I'll go to composition, let's take a break early in the Spring and Autumn Period."

Ye Jing returned to the room, his eyes were already wet. He suppressed his sorrow and spread out the paper to write an essay. He had no idea how to start writing for a while, so he wrote on the paper in a daze: "Ten years of life and death are vast! If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about the desolate grave, even if you meet, you will not know it, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost..."

The handwriting behind is getting more and more sloppy and cannot be distinguished.

...

Ye Chunqiu looked at Ye Jing's wing room, the lonely figure under the lights. He sighed softly. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, is it reunited? But in this small family, there seems to be a person missing. Well, people should be happy when they live, and they should not think about these things that are not available.

He was speechless all night until the next day when Ye Chunqiu held the knife and started another day of morning exercise. Although the Japanese sword was as thin as a cicada, its weight was not light. Compared with the previous short sword, it was more physically tested. Ye Chunqiu only practiced two incense pots and was a little panting. He gritted his teeth and persisted for half an hour. He began to lose his strength. He put the knife, but he felt a little satisfied. Everything was difficult at the beginning. At first, when he used the short sword, it was so difficult. It would be fine after getting used to it.

Just as he was about to take a shower, he took the dry clothes under the eaves and saw the wooden door pushing open. Ye Song walked in with a sleepy look on his face. He was obviously not sleeping all night, and he was extremely tired and even walked a little. When he saw Ye Chunqiu, he was not as attentive as yesterday. He just yawned and greeted him: "Oh, Chunqiu, I got up so early, very good, and worked hard." Then he staggered into the room that Ye Jing cleaned up for him.

Ye Chunqiu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he just thought he was air. After taking a shower, he went back to the room to worry about the article about pacifying the Japanese. What style should he use and how to write it?

I had no idea for a while, so I just started to practice calligraphy.

At noon, my second uncle was still sleeping. Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing had lunch. Ye Jing had recovered his mood. He smiled and said a few Ningbo fellow villagers invited him to have tea. When he came back, he brought some food so that Ye Chunqiu would not have to rush to have supper. Ye Chunqiu responded one by one, but when he thought about dealing with the second uncle, he felt that it was meaningless.

As soon as Ye Jing left, Ye Chunqiu locked his door and left the door.

When he arrived outside the female clinic, he sat leisurely in the tea shop opposite the door and drank tea. He faced the window and counted the cars and horses entering the clinic. In fact, early morning should be the peak period for women to enter the clinic, but even at noon, dozens of cars and sedans were still in.

Ye Chunqiu thought in his mind that after calculating this, there were only 200 female customers in a day, and the number was growing very quickly. This female clinic had great potential in the future.

When it was dark, Ye Chunqiu secretly 'snuck into' the clinic. The lights were still on at this time. Ye Chunqiu knocked on the door. A girl inside opened the door. When he saw Ye Chunqiu, he seemed a little surprised. Ye Chunqiu raised his eyes and saw Wang Xizhi leaning against the desk, holding up something and talking on his pen. He looked very serious and focused. Ye Chunqiu shrewd at the girl and stepped in. He saw Miss Wang writing beautiful small characters on the paper under the shadow of the lantern. Her running script was actually good. Ye Chunqiu was watching, and she compared her beautiful words with her small calligraphy. As Wang Xizhi wrote, sweat was already on his forehead, and he couldn't help but say, "Chunmei, bring me a sweat towel."

The sweat towel was handed to her. Her face was slightly flushed and she exhaled a faint orchid-like air. She took the sweat towel and was about to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Unexpectedly, she just handed the hand to her hand was not like a woman. She couldn't help but be slightly stunned. She looked sideways and saw Ye Chunqiu.

"Ah... the young master is here..." Wang Xizhi was in a hurry.

In order to prevent her from being embarrassed, Ye Chunqiu looked down at what was written on her paper and couldn't help but say, "Miss Wang, what is this?"

Wang Xizhi was wearing a sack, but he seemed to calm down and said, "There are many shops in Hangzhou. I asked my father to ask me about it. There are silk shops, jewelry shops, rouge and powder, and some tailor shops. Well, there are some small things. Let's talk about this silk shop. There are more than 20 shops in Hangzhou. Take a look, Zhangjia cloth shop is also inside."

Ye Chunqiu nodded and said with great interest: "Does Miss Wang have any new ideas?"

Wang Xizhi continued as if he was encouraged, "The current clinic is different from before. Just say that this silk can be sold seven or eight pieces a day in the clinic. The young master didn't know that this number is already very impressive. An ordinary shop, even if he hired more than a dozen people in the bustling downtown, may not have such sales." Speaking of this, Wang Xizhi paused for a moment and continued nervously: "I...I have a thought..."
Chapter completed!