MTL - Three Kingdoms-Chapter 2 In fact, the ancients were not simple

  Chapter 2 In fact, the ancients were not simple

   "Uncle Fu, why is Mr. Cui Xiaolang here?" Fei Qian hadn't recovered from the trance state for a while, and immediately reacted, slapped his head, "Ah, I almost forgot, wait for me to greet you."

   Fei Qian stood up and was about to go out to meet Cui Xiaolang. Uncle Fu also hurriedly stepped forward to help Fei Qian tidy some wrinkled clothes with a smile.

Although Uncle Fu is quite old, his hands and feet are still very neat. For a while, he straightened the front of the clothes in front of Fei Qian, and then turned to the back to smooth the wrinkles on the back. From time to time, he looked up at Fei Qian, and the wrinkles on his face revealed With kindness and happiness.

   Feiqian looked at Uncle Fu and smiled, and couldn't help laughing: "Old Uncle Fu, what are you laughing at? Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

"No, no, Mr. Shaolang is well dressed. I just feel happy when I see Mr. Shao..." Uncle Fu didn't stop his hands, but his voice dropped as he spoke, "...My lord, there is a spirit in heaven, May Mr. Shaolang... be safe and healthy... be free from disease and disaster..."

   Feiqian smiled and said: "Old Uncle Fu, am I all right now? Don't worry, I am in good health now!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand and patted his chest.

"Yes, yes, Shaolangjun." Uncle Fu straightened his clothes, straightened his waist, suddenly thought of something, and put his smile away, "Shaolangjun, I shouldn't talk too much about this, but this Cui Shaolangjun is friends. That's fine, but their Cui family...well, Mr. Shaolang, it's better to be careful anyway..."

   Fei Qian was a little puzzled: "Can Uncle Fu speak more clearly?"

"I also have some rumors in the market these few days... This matter is a long story. If Mr. Shaolang wants to know, I will tell you in detail after Mr. Cui Shaolang has left, but now, don't let people wait too long, don't miss it. It's the etiquette of our family...Anyway, it's always better to be careful..."

   "Well, well, I see." Although Fei Qian didn't understand clearly, he went to greet Mr. Cui Xiaolang first. It would be impolite for people to stand at the door for too long.

  Cui Xiaolangjun, first name Hou, surname Yongyuan, son of Cui Yi, looks almost the same as someone with the same name in later generations. Fei Qian met him at the market once, and he couldn't help blurting out that Cui Hou happened to be Yongyuan, and he met him immediately.

  Cui Hou can be regarded as the first relatively large "official descendant" that Fei Qian met after he came to the Han Dynasty.

  Cui Hou is Cui Yi's eldest son, and Cui Yi is Cui Lie's younger brother.

Because there is no prime minister in the imperial court, the largest civil servants are the three officials, Situ, Sikong, and Sima, followed by Jiuqing, namely Taichang, Xingluxun, Weiwei, Taipu, Tingwei, Dahonghe, Zongzheng, Dasinong, and Shaofu; the largest military officer is the Great General, which is analogous to the prime minister, and is of a higher rank than the Sangong, followed by General Hussars, General Cheqi, and General Wei, which is analogous to the Sangongs, and the next is the four campaigns and four campaigns. General Zhen, like General Si'an Siping, and the ones below that are already miscellaneous generals.

As far as Fei Qian knows, Cui Lie was a Situ during Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, and he was regarded as a top boss. Later, because of Cui Lie's conflict with the eunuchs and the ten permanent servants, Cui Lie lost his position and was broken by the ten permanent servants. At home, Cui Lie died of anger and depression soon after.

  Cui Yi was also implicated and almost went bankrupt. Fortunately, someone in the court secretly took care of him. After the ten permanent servants killed Cui Lie, they were relieved, and they were not interested in making any further investigations, so they saved their lives. Now the Cui family has a farm outside the city of Luoyang, and they also opened a quality shop in the city. Naturally, the scale is not as large as that of the general He Jin, but it is still so-so, and living is not a problem.

   It is precisely because the Cui family is no longer a popular official, Cui Hou, the son of Cui Yi, does not have the airs of being a descendant of an official, otherwise Fei Qian would not be able to recognize him.

   Every time Fei Qian sees Cui Hou, he feels an inexplicable sense of joy. This face with small eyes and big cakes is exactly the same as someone in later generations!

Fei Qian came out to greet him, stood on the left side, and bowed with his arms tied: "Brother Yongyuan, please forgive me for being late to welcome you, please come in." Although seeing his face makes him want to smile, but etiquette must be done properly of.

Cui Hou also laughed, and his small eyes became even smaller when he smiled: "Haha, my brother, why be so polite, I haven't seen you for a few days, your complexion is getting better—" While speaking, he stepped forward, and very naturally held Fei Qian's hand hand.

  Although Fei Qian knew that holding hands and arms was just a way of showing kindness in the Han Dynasty, it still felt a little hairy to get used to a big man doing such a gesture to him.

   "Brother Yongyuan, please come inside—" Fei Qian pulled out his hand as calmly as possible, turned to Uncle Fu and ordered some dried fruit tea, waiting for guests in the lobby—

Cui Hou didn't seem to notice anything, and he still smiled: "Ah, dear brother, there is no need to be so polite between you and me, just be casual, just be casual—by the way, I heard that He Luofei's family is also a heir to poetry and books, with a large collection of books. , Excuse me, how about going to Xiandi's study to have a talk?"

   "Study?"

  Cui Hou smiled and nodded: "Brother Yu has nothing else to do but like to read some fresh books. I wonder if my virtuous brother will agree to my unfeeling request? Ah, of course, if it is inconvenient for my virtuous brother..."

   "Where is that? That's it, brother Yongyuan please." Although Fei Qian didn't understand why Cui Hou made such a request, since it was brought up, if you want to go to the study, let's go to the study.

  The two moved to the study and sat down opposite each other. Uncle Fu brought some dried fruit tea and stood aside with his hands down.

Cui Hou looked left and right, and praised: "It is rumored that He Luofei's family is a heir to poetry and literature, and today I saw it, as expected, there are so many books, tsk tsk - ah, yes, the last time my virtuous brother just had a few days ago The honored guest was very happy to see it, so he took it away, this honored guest is quite generous, um, brother Yu will send someone to send it over today for the sake of a good brother."

   "Ah, Brother Yongyuan is really bothering you so much!"

"Where is it, brother Yu should also thank the virtuous brother..." Cui Hou clapped his hands suddenly, "ah, yes, I almost forgot, brother Yu's farm has grown some new melons and fruits recently, so I brought some for my virtuous brother to taste ——Old housekeeper, can you take the trouble? I have sent someone to the back alley."

   Fei Qian refused, so he had no choice but to thank him and let Uncle Fu go to the back alley to collect it.

  Cui Hou saw that Uncle Fu had also left, and there was no one around, so he approached and asked in a low voice: "This kind of treasure...does my virtuous brother still have it? Last time the honored guest asked me to accept as much as I had..."

  The so-called treasures are actually large glass beads with embossed patterns. To be precise, they should be colored glass beads, because Fei Qian can't purify them. The texture of colored glaze is hard and fragile, and it is quite difficult to carve. Later generations invented the dewaxing method, so that colored glaze can appear in richer patterns and shapes. The dewaxing method of colored glaze was not invented and used until the Tang Dynasty, because Fei Qian's descendants also had a little personal interest in colored glaze, and made a lot of collections, so they knew a little bit about it.

At that time, Fei Qian had typhoid fever, and his family was basically emptied by the cost of soup and medicine. Fortunately, Fei Qian still remembered the earthen method of making colored glaze. After many attempts, he picked out a few shaped ones after dewaxing, and polished them carefully. After making three or two finished products, I happened to meet Cui Hou at the market. I happened to know that Cui’s family had a quality shop by mistake, so I asked Cui Hou to exchange some money for me so that I could get through the initial period. Difficult days.

   This can be regarded as the only cheat that Fei Qian currently uses. It’s a bit helpless to say that the various levels in the Han Dynasty were clearly divided. Although the scholars, farmers, industry and commerce did not have any household registration system like the later Ming Dynasty, Feiqian was more or less regarded as a “scholar” of scholars, and it was inconvenient to sell things directly.

  The more popular way of trading among "scholars" is "give away". You give me a few singers, and I give you a few BMWs. Everyone knows that it is a transaction, but it is just dressed in an elegant cloak.

  If Fei Qian wanted to realize the glazed products he made, the fastest way at that time was quality assurance, but he met Cui Hou by accident at that time, otherwise he might have chosen another quality shop.

However, earth-made colored glaze is very difficult. It is likely to be cracked or empty, and the yield rate is too low. Fei Qian has made several times in succession. Except for the previous few times, there are still a few decent ones. The two recent batches are all waste products. , all smashed and unusable.

Furthermore, Fei Qian also knows that rare things are the most valuable. If they ship in large quantities, it will not only disrupt the price, but also easily bring about the disaster of being pregnant. Therefore, he only took two or three finished products and asked Cui Hou to sell them on behalf of his family's ancestral items. All other waste products were crushed and buried deep.

  It's better to have a reputation as a black sheep than to be remembered.

   Now it seems that Cui Hou has tasted a lot of sweetness in this transaction, so he came to inquire in person to see if there is any possibility of continuing the transaction.

Fei Qian thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "Brother Yongyuan is not afraid of your jokes, I am so heartbroken to sell this as a last resort, this is a thing handed down from my ancestors, come to my brother... oh..." This question is difficult to answer, if you say follow-up Also, doesn't this show that there are goods on hand? not good. But if you say no, the money is enough now, but what if you accidentally run out of money, you can't block the road, right?

   Feiqian covered his face with his sleeve, put on a sad look, and didn't plan to answer directly, so he fooled around first.

  Cui Hou coughed dryly twice, and thought to himself, it was just like what his father said, there must be another mystery. This Zhuzi is still pretending to be sad, there are not even half a tear, this pretending is too bad, I have to burst into tears to be real—

But Cui Hou also understood that Fei Qian was unwilling to answer, so he had to change the subject: "Well, brother, don't be sad...ah, what book are you reading recently? I think there are no less than a thousand volumes here, can you bring brother Yu to feast your eyes on it?" ?” While Fei Qian was still covering his face, he intentionally or unintentionally spread out the bamboo slips that Fei Qian had put on the table, took a sneak peek, and vaguely saw a few words: “…My Gongliang is useless…” .

   "Ah, it's just some ordinary books. Look, brother Yongyuan, this is a comprehensive theory. Unfortunately, I only collected eleven volumes here, and there are still many lost..."

Cui Hou smiled and pretended to be listening to Fei Qian’s introduction of various collections of scriptures and anthologies to him, while he kept thinking about whether this sentence existed in the various books he had read. After much deliberation, he had no clue , could not help cursing secretly, "What book is this Zhu Zi reading?"

  (end of this chapter)