Having trouble?

What kind of trouble can Madam Zhang encounter?

Duan Sui shook his head, "What does Master Jiu mean? I don't understand."

Fu Jiuqu glanced at him and said, "One or two to five hundred thousand dollars, that is a treasure. The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having the jade. Only by auctioning it with great fanfare can she ensure her own safety."

"What's safe?" Duan Sui was amused by his master's words, "What else can I say, this little lady will get into trouble again? She placed this spice at the door of Xinyi Square to attract bees and butterflies. The auction price is

A rising tide lifts all boats, but come and compete

In addition to the major incense shops in Bianjing, there are also some children of aristocratic families who are afraid of chaos in the world. These people are not convinced by anyone. In order to grab the incense, they are close to fighting... If this commotion continues, will she be able to receive it?

Even money doesn’t say it’s certain.”

Fu Jiuqu closed his eyes lightly.

"If we don't make a big fuss, then why bother?"

"Master Jiu, why can't my subordinates understand?"

"That's right if you don't understand."

"..." Duan Sui looked at Sun Huai and scratched his head, "When my subordinate came back, he saw Zhang Lu and he was also going to Maxing Street."

"Zhang Lu?" Fu Jiuqu pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled coldly.

"Sun Huai, change clothes."

Sun Huai just heard what Duan Sui said about Xin Yi, but he remained silent. When he heard the words, he frowned slightly, and began to be grievances against his master and son again.

"Master, are you going to Machang Street?"

"Enter the palace." Fu Jiuqu looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about what Xin Yi did, and he was not willing to get involved in the fragrant medicine auction incident.

"The tape on the table."

Sun Huai breathed a sigh of relief and responded, only to see Fu Jiuqu stuffing the small sealed tin box containing the fragrant medicine into his arms without saying a word.

He turned back and glared at Duan Sui.

Duan Sui was confused and made a face at him.

~~

One tael of spice costs half a million dollars. Such a price is shocking even in Bianjing City, which is famous for its luxury and prosperity.

On the street, everyone was talking.

"Once you hear it, your mind will be clear, and if you hear it again, all diseases will be cured."

"The fragrance is astonishing and lingers for a long time."

"This is the only one, there is no other semicolon."

"The only one in the world, it will disappear after the photo is taken."

The saying about Duxiang became more and more mysterious as it was spread. In later generations, this was a marketing method and a hype method. Although people in the Song Dynasty did not have such a concept, they had the same temperament to join in the fun.

Duxiang was born.

The spice market was attracted by this novel and far-reaching aroma. They asked around for the source of raw materials and formulas, but found nothing.

The source is still with Mrs. Zhang.

The law that the less you can get something, the more you want it, applies everywhere.

For a time, Duxiang became a rare commodity.

Mrs. Zhang’s Xinyifang is even more famous in Bianjing.

At first, those who laughed and ridiculed when they heard that a young lady who owned a medicine shop was going to auction off exotic incense, immediately joined in the chaos and became one of the invisible forces that blocked the entrance to Xinyi Fang.

The auction caused quite a stir.

When Cao Yi returned home from duty, he changed out of his official uniform and headed to Ma Xing Street.

He was worried about Xin Yi.

How can a young lady deal with this situation?

Zheng Liu saw that he was about to leave after putting on his cloak, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Sir, the eldest lady has asked you to go to Ruian Hall to meet her."

Cao Yi hesitated and said, "I'll go and say hello when I get back."

Zheng Liu didn't stop him anymore, but he was very dissatisfied with Mrs. Zhang's behavior. "Ms. Zhang really doesn't want to think about the Lord. This lady is angry about the Lord and her affairs. It would be better for her to come out."

Forget about being in public, now we still hold auctions, sell incense like butterflies, and attract so many dandies from Beijing..."

"Shut up!"

Cao Yi has always been cautious and low-key, never causing trouble. Mrs. Zhang's behavior is really contrary to his conduct in the world.

But that's what makes her special.

"If it's not a last resort, which young lady is willing to come out and show her face?" He glanced at Zheng Liu, picked up the incense stick on the table, opened the lid of the tin box, and the quiet fragrance hit his nostrils and penetrated his heart.

, like her smile.

Cao Yi sighed.

"It's my fault. It's because I failed to give her some stability. It's really hard for a young lady like her to run such a big pharmacy and support three children and a group of clerks... I should have given her some practical advice earlier.

Subsidy. If she has money, why does she need to do this?"

Zheng Liu frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"My lord, you blame yourself for everything. It's obvious that she's careless... The young lady is going to get married anyway. It's enough to know how to take care of her husband and raise her children. She's good at it. She just comes out as soon as she thinks about it. No one is better at causing trouble than anyone else.

No, if the eldest lady knew about it, she would not agree to your marriage..."

Cao Yi looked at him lightly, sighed, but did not blame him, changed into a pair of boots and strode out.

Afraid of being seen and reported to his mother, he walked around the corridor and tried to go out through the side door. Unexpectedly, as soon as he passed the courtyard, he was stopped by his mother.

"Where are you going after you've just landed?"

Zheng Liu was so frightened that he stuttered: "Da, madam..."

Cao Yi stopped, stood to one side, lowered his head and saluted.

"Mother."

The eldest lady Feng came through the arched door of the courtyard, accompanied by a few girls and women, looking very majestic.

"I think you have been deceived by the evil spell cast by the vixen. You have almost forgotten your last name."

"Mother." Cao Yi said in a low voice, "It's none of her business."

"Whose business does it concern her? I don't think she has a good heart." Feng looked at her son's stubborn face, snorted heavily, turned around and walked ahead.

"Follow me."

~

There is an ancestral hall in the west courtyard, which worships the ancestors of the Cao family.

The tablets of Cao Yi's father, grandfather, and great-grandfather are all inside, placed in order.

As soon as the door opened, there was the smell of incense.

"Go in." The eldest lady stood outside the ancestral hall door, clasping her hands in front of her. She knelt down on the futon outside the door without even looking at her son.

"My ancestors are above me, but my wife, Feng, is not strict in educating her children, which brings shame to my ancestors. I am really ashamed to serve..."

Cao Yi's father died early, and his official rank was Wailang, a member of the Yu Ministry. After his daughter became the queen, he was posthumously named King of Wu. Among the sons of his grandfather Cao Bin, the eldest, the second, and especially the fourth, Cao Yi,

Wei, are all well-known figures in the Song Dynasty.

Cao Yi's father is relatively mediocre.

In the family, the relationship between brothers and sisters is complicated. After the death of Cao Yi's father, their family was able to stand still and gave birth to a virtuous queen that everyone praised, and his mother Feng was indispensable.

Therefore, Cao Yi has been sensible and obedient since he was a child, reading and practicing calligraphy, riding and shooting music, and never disobeyed his mother's orders.

Seeing Mrs. Feng weeping and kneeling, Cao Yi stepped into the threshold without saying a word and knelt upright on the futon.

Mrs. Feng cried for a while, and the waiting woman handed her a handkerchief and helped her up.

Seeing Cao Yi kneeling in the ancestral hall, motionless, Feng wiped her tears and her face returned to solemnity and calmness.

"Your sister and I have chosen your match a long time ago. The youngest daughter of Mr. Lu's family is fifteen years old. She has a gentle and gentle temperament, is good at poetry, and understands music. She is a good match for you."

Cao Yi did not look back.

After a long while, he let out a helpless chuckle.

"My mother chose her not because she has a gentle temperament, is good at poetry, and understands music, but because she is from the Lu family of Donglai and is the granddaughter of Lu Yijian."

Feng didn't speak.

His eyes froze, and for a moment his heart cooled down, and he said forcefully: "I have informed the old lady, and your sister has also approved it. I will talk to Madam Lu in the next two days to get a feel for her."
To be continued...