Today, he planned to discuss the treaty with Qingyin, make a document, and then go to see her younger sister again. In the next few days, he might not be able to take care of it because of "detailed work". However, when he arrived at Zhuque Street, there was no trace of her. After asking, he found out that Qingyin had already closed the stall and returned home half an hour ago. There was no choice but to go to the ancient ferry to find her.

After walking for half an hour, I saw the wooden house built by the river from afar. However, since the ferry was abandoned, the people living here have moved out one after another. There are only a few families with no other place to go, or they don’t have enough money to buy a new home and have never left.

As we walked along the way, most of the wooden houses were locked, because they were unsupported and looked very dilapidated. Some corners of the houses were even covered with spider webs. If Zhixiao Qingyin had not lived here, Lin Ye would have thought that this was just a bunch of abandoned houses.

But to be honest, the scenery is excellent. Although there are no plants on the river beach, because it is a ferry, the river surface is very wide, and a large area of ​​reeds grow, which can be said to be a reed marsh. When the river breeze blows gently, large areas of reeds twist their waists, which are beautiful scenery on earth.

He didn't know which building Qingyin lived in, so he had to look for it next to him.

When we were almost at the end of the wooden house, two camphor trees lined up suddenly appeared in front of us, with lush leaves and branches. Although the two trees were three meters apart, the branches and leaves on the trees were still connected, like two lovers holding hands.

There is a small wooden house on the river opposite to Xiangzang. The reason why it is said to be small is that it is shorter than the surrounding houses. The door is wide open, allowing the sun to shine in the hall, and Qingyin is sitting in the house reading books and drinking tea.

She sat upright, staring at the pages of the book, so she didn't see him outside the house. Somehow, a poem suddenly popped up in Lin Ye's mind.

There are beautiful women in the north who are left alone and independent.

One look at the city, and the other look at the country.

A beautiful woman does not have to be so elegant, but gentle and kind is just another kind of beauty.

Hearing the slight sound of footsteps, he realized that Lin Ye had walked to the door and blocked most of the sunshine.

"Ah! Young Master." She hurriedly got up and gave a blessing.

"Don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?" Lin Ye said with a smile.

"Please come in, please."

Qingyin flipped him a cup and slowly poured tea into the cup.

"This is my own flower tea. You should not dislike it." The woman was a little shy and did not dare to look at him. In ancient times, the male host was usually the host of receiving customers. The unmarried woman could only hide behind the screen and watch quietly. Unless her father called her out to see the guests, it was not easy for Qingyin to do this.

"Just call me Zihan." Lin Ye took a sip as he spoke, "It smells light and it tastes good."

"I'd better call you young master!" Qingyin held the cup in both hands. Although it was her own family, she seemed a little restrained.

"You planted the camphor tree outside the door?" Lin Ye shook his teacup gently, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"No, it was my father who planted it for me, on the day I was born." Qingyin turned her head and looked at the camphor outside the house, her eyes as if she was recalling her.

"Sorry, I've mentioned your sad things." Lin Ye apologized and put the cup on the table. She naturally understood her past.

"It's okay." Qingyin shook her head and smiled, "They are by my side like their parents and stay with me all the time. In fact, this is a custom, and the young master is interested."

"Happiness is coming."

"My mother is from the south and is in a wealthy family. When my father was young, he started business from my mother's small town. At that time, he was already a young boss. They met at the temple fair. Later, my grandfather passed away and my father had to go back to Beijing to manage and take over the family business. At that time, they had not yet been in love, but they just had a good impression of each other. However, after my father left, my mother found that he had deep roots and found the capital alone."

“There are few amazing women in the world.”

"Yes, my mother dares to love and hate. At that time, my grandfather wanted to marry a local family and live a life of one's own family. My mother did not cry, make a fuss and hang herself like those little girls. She simply packed up her greetings that night, brought some silver, left a letter to my grandfather and went to pursue her father's convoy. I don't know how they met later, how much suffering my mother suffered, and how long she had waited. These two camphor trees are the customs in our south."

Qingyin added tea to Lin Ye and poured himself another cup.

"In the south, when a wealthy family gave birth to a daughter, they would plant two camphor trees in the yard. When the tree grew to a certain age and left the wall, the matchmaker passing by knew that the daughter was at the age of marriage. Someone would say that when she got married, the family would cut off the camphor trees and make them into two large boxes, filling them with silk, which meant that the two of them stayed together. My father was very dependent on my mother, so my mother asked my father to move two camphor trees to the south and plant them on the day I was born." After saying that, two bright reds rose on Qingyin's face.

"It's a beautiful custom, and they love you very much."

"Yes." The house calmed down, Qingyin stared at the camphor camphor outside the house, and Linye stared at the woman inside the house.

"Young Master is here to talk about the serious business today! Qingyin is so out of the way." She felt a little embarrassed. Someone came to find her, and she must have something to do. She pulled him to talk about her a lot of things. Maybe it was because there was no one to talk to her for too long!

"It's okay." Although I was thinking to myself: I'd be happy to say more. "What are you thinking about the business?"

"Well, I'll probably figure it out. If it's spring and summer, I can make about twenty boxes a month, and there are only a few kinds of flowers in autumn and winter, so there will definitely not be many."

"Miss Lin is a good female worker. I will take all the items to deliver them, and I will also receive them at the price."

"Young Master was joking. The female red technique is good or bad. However, the rich people should not only have excellent skills but also the materials when looking at female workers."

After the Qingyin was not mentioned, Lin Ye understood it. Although she was a good female worker, she was hard to cook without rice. She usually used ordinary red or colored lines. Even if she made it, Lin's family looked down on it.

“I can provide you with materials.”

Qingyin stared at his sincere eyes. She knew that he really wanted to help him. Even if he had any intention of her, she could feel his feelings.

"That little girl will give it a try."

"Do you have any pen and ink? I'll put up a note to make the girl feel at ease."

"Ah?" Qingyin didn't react a little.

"After the discussion is over, you have to establish a document! What if I don't give you a salary?"

"I can trust the young master." The words affirmed that the child's innocence had not disappeared from her.

Lin Ye felt a little embarrassed when she stared at him and said this. He touched his nose and chuckled, "I can't believe myself."

Lin Ye saw that her face looked a little embarrassed and thought to himself: Could it be that there is no, this is embarrassing.

"How about I'll make a good deal tomorrow!"

"No need, it's quite troublesome for a young master to go there."

Lin Ye was so happy. It was not bothering or trouble, it was okay to come every day.

Qingyin bit her lip and seemed to have made a great decision.

"Wen Mo is upstairs, please follow me."

After saying that, she got up and reached the stairs.

Lin Ye understood at a glance that the first floor was a living room, which was not large in size. Seeing that the second floor was only the size of a room, it was mostly a Qingyin boudoir. Lin Ye was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect this floor at all and felt embarrassed.

"Miss Lin, why don't I come tomorrow?"

The woman walked into the middle of the stairs and turned to tease her and said, "Young Master, are you afraid that people will say you are romantic when you know it."

People say this, it would be too artificial to Lin Ye not dare to go up.

The creaking sound of his feet stomping on the wooden ladder. Lin Ye was afraid that his feet would suddenly become empty and fell down. Although the house was pretty good outside, it was indeed a bit worn out and disrepaired for too long.

After lifting the curtain, although Lin Ye knew that it was not good to stare at someone else's boudoir, the space inside the house was indeed too small. A bed, a book case, and a pile of books were piled up on the book case, leaving enough space for maneuvering. That's all, but it was very clean and tidy.

Lin Ye tried his best to keep his eyes open and just stared at the desk.

"Young Master, don't be restrained." As he said that, he pushed open the door leading to the balcony, and the air and sunlight suddenly penetrated.

Linye unfolded the rice paper and pressed it. Qingyin poured water and grinded it on the side.

"These are all used by my father during his lifetime, and I usually use them."

"Yes." Lin Ye had already bought it and knew that this ink had been around for many years, and now it can be considered fresh when used. It can be seen that she usually loves it.

After a while, Lin Ye signed his name below.

"Look at it."

"Yeah! The name of Gongzi is good."

Lin Ye has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, from regular script to running script, and now he is practicing pottery. Although it is nothing compared to those who are not a big deal, it is still a small success.

"This is not the point, okay?"

"Qingyin covers her mouth and chucks, and picks up the pen to write down his name.

"The contract has been settled, don't lose it."

"Don't you keep one? Now you are my boss."

"I don't want to be your boss." Lin Ye's smile was so bad.

Qingyin suddenly turned red and felt a little at a loss. She walked to the balcony.

Lin Ye saw that it was already noon and had to coax the little guy, so he suddenly felt a headache.

"Miss Lin, I will leave first if I have something to do today. You can deliver the goods directly to the Shangshu Mansion. I will say hello."

"I'll send you there!"

"No need, see you again." After saying that, he turned around and lifted the door curtain and went downstairs, at least his back was very cool.
Chapter completed!