Scroll of Seeking Jue in the Realm of the Ten Directions

14 years later, Dongyue.

Jun Jueming stretched out his hand to open the heavy curtain, a gust of cold wind rolled in with a few flakes of snow, and Minghui, who was sitting on the other side of the carriage, shivered suddenly. He raised his head and saw his master, who was half up. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky outside the carriage, Minghui called out "Master" softly.

Jue Mingjun turned his head, with a rare gloomy expression, looking at Minghui but not at anything, and murmured: "Minghui, you have been with me for several years".Minghui was silent for a while and then said: "Since Brother Mingchun went to Tianmen Mountain, I have been by Master's side for four years and three months, seven days."

Jun Jue Ming put down the curtain, smiled lightly and said: "You figured it out quite clearly, when you came to be my servant boy, you were just over thirteen years old, and now you are seventeen years old, and you only reached my chest at that time, and you couldn't speak in a low voice, Now it’s almost time for the coming of age ceremony.”

Minghui lowered his head, picked out the remaining spices in the incense burner with the bamboo stick in his hand, then closed the lid, and said softly: "The master has not changed at all, it is still as stunning as when I first saw it, When I saw you in the main hall of Tianmen Mountain for the first time, I thought that if I could follow you and learn half of your charm, I would be satisfied, but I didn't think you would really pick me."

Seeing that he had covered the incense burner, Jue Ming said, "Light the charcoal basin." Minghui followed his advice and got out of the carriage, and after a while brought in a shiny copper brazier, inside which was burning a small pile of vigorous charcoal fire of paulownia wood.

"Minghui, if you can really gain something from this trip, I will tell Sang Yu to let you go back to Tianmen Mountain."Mr. Jue Ming held the envelope on the small wooden table and said softly.

: "Here, master." Minghui raised his head and looked at Jun Mingjun suspiciously.

He said: "You have excellent bones and high understanding, so you entered Tianmen Mountain. You have been by my side for a few years and you have wasted a lot of time. You have to work harder when you go back."Jun Jue Ming pulled out a piece of thin silk from the light yellow and gold envelope.

";Actually, before Mingchun, I was mostly alone."Mr. Jue Ming unfolded the thin silk, and the ink characters on it exuded a faint fragrance. It was an excellent Yunxiangwen, which was written by grinding truffles. A good piece of ink.Minghui looked at the writing on the back of the thin silk, "Adro from Tata is really, such a word..." Minghui didn't go on, he wanted to say, Adro is really cheeky, such a word It is also worthy of being written out, and a special agent is sent to the master.

Jue Mingjun handed the thin silk to Minghui, and Minghui threw the thin silk into the charcoal basin while saying: "Master, do you think we can find the soul-gathering bell this time?"

"Who knows?" Jue Mingjun's eyes were a little dazed, he had been looking for something for too long, and even he wondered if the soul-gathering bell was really in the human world?On that piece of thin silk, apart from a lot of clichéd words of admiration, the last sentence finally said that he recently got a bell that was very similar to Mr. Caesar’s description. At that time, I went to Kantarkin, the capital of Tata, as a guest, and participated in the annual birthday banquet of King Tafu, which was also a treasure banquet.Of course, the person invited on the thin silk is Ming Xuanqing, that is, Lord Ming of the Han Dynasty.

At this time, Jue Mingjun was following the caravan going north from Zhenyuelou, and told Sang Yu that the reason for leaving Beijing was to inspect the business and property in the northern border of Zhenyuelou. He is the nominal owner of Zhenyuelou, although almost no one has seen him. The real face of Ming Jue, the owner of Zhenyue Building.The final destination of the caravan was Santong City on the northern border of the Han Kingdom. Santong City was the meeting place of the Tata and Meng Kingdoms of the Han Kingdom. The three countries had an agreement on mutual trade in Santong City. , Santong City has developed into the most prosperous border town in northern Xinjiang, where there are not only Tata's unique white bear skin, crocus crocus, golden silk nan, leaf female mink, purple Lingyu, Han brocade, silk embroidery, tea And Kyocera, as well as Mongolia’s Qianli Liangju, and Qianri Drunk, it can be said that the famous things of the Three Kingdoms can be found there, and many rare artifacts are traded there. Tata called Santong City as the trust Gela is called Qiqige in Mongolia, and the earliest name of Santong City is Youlan City.

There was an exclamation from far away, followed by a messy voice from the front of the caravan, the carriage stopped, Jun Jue Ming put down the hot tea in his hand, and said to Ming Hui: "Go ahead and see what happened. ".Minghui gathered the paulownia charcoal fire in the charcoal basin, added two pieces into it, carefully placed the small copper pot on it, then pushed the door open and closed it quickly.

Outside the carriage, the snow was falling hard, and he couldn't help shivering. It was very warm inside the carriage, but even the air sucked in from outside was about to freeze his internal organs. There were more than thirty carriages in the caravan, except for the few behind them. The carriage is for people, and the carriages in front are all open tops, and the carriages are filled with goods and luggage, as well as dry food for the drivers.

The accident happened to the third carriage. When the horses were carrying the goods across a narrow bridge, the horses probably had been traveling for too long, and their feet slipped. The horses and carts fell into the frozen river together. A big hole was smashed into the river. The front of the car and its cargo were all scattered, falling halfway across the river, and some of them even sank into the icy water, getting soaked. Looking at the cargo under the bridge, Minghui couldn't help crying secretly. In the wooden box was a bag of clothes that his master wore in winter, and the rest of the boxes were utensils that Jun Mingjun used in his daily life, from spices to tea, porcelain bowls to aromatherapy, and Minghui's own clothes. So careless?These things were supposed to follow their carriages in carriages with carriages, but I was lazy for a while and used the carriages in the building, thinking that as long as I covered them with bread and tarpaulins, the rain would not invade me, but it was almost three o'clock. The city is already connected, but such an accident is going to happen?Minghui stomped his feet, ordered the coachman to pick up the things, and returned to the carriage behind to report to his master. Minghui ran to the carriage where Jun Mingjun was riding, and told Jun Mingjun about the situation of the carriage in front of him through the curtain. Mr. Jue Ming nodded and said, "Since it has already turned into the river, let's just share it with the coachmen who helped to pick it up."Ming Hui replied yes, then hesitated and said: "But the master's winter clothes are all in the suitcase that fell down. If you give them all, then master, I'm afraid you will go to Santong City."

"It's all right, isn't there a few more in this carriage?" After finishing speaking, Mr. Cassia paused for a while and added: "Just remember to twist off the cassia flower embroidery on those clothes."

Every piece of Cassia-Mun's favorite clothes is embroidered with a cassia flower with the same color of silk thread in a more hidden place, such as the inside of the collar and cuffs, and the chest of the underwear. This is his habit of dressing , It is also a kind of inner attachment, a kind of recognition of one's own clothes.Minghui responded, and went to the front of the line to give instructions. He knew that Jun Mingjun didn't want others to know the floral decorations on his clothes, so he found a pair of scissors, carefully cut the floral decorations, received them together, and put them in the Only then did he take the box back to the carriage and let the coachman divide the clothes. Jun Mingjun's clothes are all excellent quality, some are even made of tribute silk and satin. The embroiderer casually repaired the place where the flower ornaments were cut off, and she could get a lot of silver taels in the pawnshop.

Jue Mingjun put away the box containing dozens of flower decorations, asked Minghui to take out the jade comb, combed his long hair, and tied it with a jade hairpin. Before it got dark, the caravan finally entered Santong City.

Santong Chengzhong Zhenyuelou's business is called Fengji Trading Company, which is the largest north-south goods trader in Santong City. Local products, even Mongolian wool blankets and horse business, due to the huge volume of imports and exports, Fengji merchants have always been able to get extremely low prices, and they can also sell much larger amounts on credit than ordinary merchants.However, when Jue Mingjun saw Fengji’s shopkeeper, Zhang Wan, in the back building of Fengji Company, Zhang Wanyou, who was in his early thirties, was grimacing. The identity Jue Ming arranged for himself was the owner of Fengji Company. , although Zhang Wanyou is Fengji's shopkeeper, he doesn't know that Fengji is the property of Zhenyue downstairs, so when he saw Jun Mingjun, the owner of the patrol shop, he began to pour bitter water endlessly. On the high-backed chair, I listened with great interest to Zhang Wanyou reading the entire account book. Zhang Wanyou read the account book from January to the present, but Jue Mingjun did not say a word, and he said only after Zhang Wanyou finished reading : "Shopkeeper Zhang, so you mean to quit because of difficulties."Zhang Wanyou closed the account book, bowed to Jue Mingjun, and replied: "Master, it's really not that the villain wants to retreat because of difficulties, and retreats. It's really, it's that the appearance of Furuilou is too strange. You have also reported the account situation from this year's New Year to the present, since the Furui Building opened on April 1th, Fengji's business has been cut off by more than half."

Jun Jue Ming stroked the corner of his lips lightly with his fingertips, "You said Furui Building is above Fengji, how far is it from Fengji? How many shops?"

"This", Jiang Wanyou was a little apprehensive. Judging by the attitude of this boss, he was not an easy talker. Seeing that he was young and handsome, but he couldn't be fooled casually, so he put away his contemptuous attitude. , Honestly agreed: "Back home, Furui Building is opened on the upper street of Nanqiao Street, and our Fengji is on the lower street. Nansha Street is crossed between the upper and lower streets. The shape, the shops between Fengji and Furui Buildings, I have never counted them, and there are no fewer than two or three hundred shops on both sides of the street."

"The Furui Building is open on Shangjie, and it is so far away from Fengji. How could it grab Fengji's business? To grab customers, you should first run out of the shops around him. Could it be that Nan More than half of the business on Bridge Street has been robbed by him, and I have traveled all the way, and I have never seen how sluggish the business on the lower street is."Jun Jue Ming straightened the hem of his robe, and then patted it lightly twice. His master meant to blame him. Zhang Wanyou hurriedly bowed to Jun Ming, and explained: "My master doesn't know something. A firm as big as ours in Fengji didn’t exist before Furuilou came. There were one or two in the past, but our Fengji has a deep foundation, the quality of the goods is good, the price is not expensive, and the guys are hardworking. , smart, and moved away those few companies that were run on. The business of south and north goods on Nanqiao Street has always been the first in Fengji, and the others can only make some side goods. Ruilou is different, the quality of his goods is about the same as ours, but the price is only 3/4 of our Fengji, and some leather goods are worth less than ours."/3 is less than, such a price is ours in Fengji. It couldn't be sold, so many old customers were snatched away by Furuilou. I originally thought that at such a price, he would only do it for a month or two at most.Boss, you have also seen that the profit on this account has been reduced to nothing. If this continues, we Fengji, to say something disrespectful, why not close down and break up? "

After Zhang Wanyou finished speaking, he took a deep breath. All the troubles that had been pressing on his heart in the past few months were released, and he felt much more at ease. Jun Mingjun frowned slightly, and rubbed the sun with his fingertips. He said softly: "I see, shopkeeper Zhang, you have worked hard, I will stop here today, go back and rest."

Zhang Wanyou said his goodbyes, and asked two young men to follow him. The room where Jun Ming lived had already been cleaned. It was on the upper floor of the back building. After Minghui cleaned up the room again, he used boiling water to boil the teapot. The tea cup, carefully wiped the utensils in the room again with a white cloth towel, lighted the aromatherapy, poured hot tea, prepared a bucket of hot water, put down the bamboo curtain, and Jun Ming took off his brocade robe and entered the bath with bare feet bucket, bathed with bath beans and fragrant dew, changed into a single robe, and then went to bed to rest. The next day, Minghui stepped on the door and knocked on the door. Jun Ming had already woken up. Not only did the snow outside not stop, but also There is a trend of getting bigger and bigger, Minghui brought the teacup and green salt, and waited until Jue Mingjun had finished washing, before hesitatingly said: "Master, I have packed the luggage yesterday, and I will give it to others. It's just your winter." The robe, the cuff and the fox fur, the jade crown on the head, but there is not a single piece left, look at today..."

He is aware of Jun Ming's habit. No matter whether it is the inside or outside of a robe, he never wears it the next day without washing it. He has already washed the clothes yesterday, but it is a pity that the weather is cold and it is too late to go I bought an oven, but it hasn't dried yet.

"It's okay, you can show me that Confucian scholar's robe with green bamboo pattern," said Jun Ming.

"Here, although that bamboo robe is fresh and elegant, it's a pity that it's made of silk. It's okay to wear in early autumn. It's too cold in such a snowy day."

Jue Mingjun saw what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Snowy weather doesn't harm me much, I can't wear a middle coat, and I don't leave my room all day. I'll go to the tailor shop to choose and see if I like it. Buy a few."

Minghui nodded, Jue Mingjun has spiritual power to protect his body, so he really doesn't care what he wears, so he brought a bamboo mountain robe for him to put on, and tied his hair in a bun, and fixed it with a purple jade bamboo knotted hairpin. After packing up his things, he and Mr. Jue Ming went out with an umbrella.