My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 280 I'm About to Fill a Cup

"Shuofang?"

Wei Min didn't tense up, and frowned and said, "Why did you choose Shuofang? This is the hinterland of the Southern Huns, and the folk customs are backward, which is not conducive to management."

Tian Feng bowed his hands and responded with a smile: "What about the Southern Huns, this is the northern pass of our Han Dynasty, isn't it?"

Wei Min opened his mouth, then nodded self-deprecatingly, "Yes, what Yuan Hao said is right, this is the northern border gate of my Great Han Dynasty."

Wei Cheng also laughed, and said to his second uncle, Wei Min: "Okay, it's good to choose Shuofang, which is just conducive to the implementation of the next plan. Shuofang is connected to the Hudi in the north, and the commercial road in the west. Didn't the second uncle have long been envious of Liangzhou? Wuwei's business is flourishing."

"What Ling'er means is..." Wei Yan's eyes lit up.

Wei Cheng nodded, and said: "The accumulation of a winter is almost the same. Take some of our cheap goods to try and see if we can open up the market. It doesn't matter whether we make money or not. The key is to transfer the business to our territory. "

Everyone looked at the map, they saw that Shuofang and Wuwei were almost the same, at most it was two days away.

However, if it takes two more days, it can save nearly half of the purchase cost for the merchants in the Western Regions. I believe they are still willing to come to Shuofang for trade.

What's more, Wei Cheng has a lot of cheap industrial products in his hand, such as mirrors, glass beads, and porcelain. At that time, they can be exchanged for gold and silver treasures from merchants in the Western Regions.

Of course, as far as the current situation is concerned, the cloth, tea, salt and iron produced by Hedong are all good trade items.

After confirming the direction, the next thing will be left to the second uncle Wei Min and Tian Feng to deal with.

Wei Cheng once again became the hands-off shopkeeper.

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That night.

Wei Cheng returned to the small courtyard, looking at the empty courtyard, his whole body felt bad again in an instant.

On the other hand, the lights next door are brightly lit, the bright light can be seen from a distance, the sweet smile can be heard from close up, and Aning's chattering voice can be heard far away.

Wei Cheng sat alone beside the bluestone table, lit the fire, and warmed his heart.

The herbs that were dried in the morning have not been packed yet. At this time in the past, Cai Yan and Hao Niang must have come back and cleaned them up.

"Oh... so lonely!"

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, a few strands of lovesickness welled up in my heart, my baby Yan'er seems to have forgotten that I have such a husband.

A spring toad jumped out from under the courtyard wall, making a piercing cry of 'Widow, widow, widow...'.

Wei Cheng looked towards the courtyard next door, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help curling up.

I only heard Cai Yan say: "...this poem is well written. It reveals patriotism and the desolation of the world. It's just that there is a little more bleakness. It doesn't seem like you can write it."

A gentle female voice from a family member replied: "Sister, don't make jokes. If Chan'er hadn't found out, I wouldn't dare to use it to show shame to you, a talented woman in the world."

Wei Cheng frowned, walked a few steps closer unconsciously, and eavesdropped with his ear against the courtyard wall.

Zhong Chan said: "My sister's poetry is so good, why don't you dare to show it to others? If I have your talent, I won't have to see Tian'er being urged by my father to study and practice calligraphy."

"Hehe, Chan'er don't want to laugh at me anymore, I'm just moaning without a disease, I can't talk about any talent..."

"It's rare to have two younger sisters here at the same time, why don't we join a poetry club too?" This was the voice of little aunt Wei Ning.

Auntie Wei Min was also there, "That's right, if you get bored in the future, let's meet friends through poetry, but tomorrow will be clear and sunny, and we can go out to Taolin Liyuan outside the city for an outing."

The gentle woman hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile: "If sisters and sisters are free, I'd be very happy."

At this time, Zhong Chan cheered, and suggested: "Then choose a day instead of hitting the day. Today is a good day for us to establish a poetry club. Let's think about it together and give our poetry club a nice name."

There was a lot of discussion over there, and even Aning came forward to propose a 'cake poetry club', which was immediately rejected by Zhong Chan.

Baby Yan'er said: "It's February now, why not call it Huayue Poetry Club."

Wei Cheng nodded slightly, and February is also called: Liyue, Xingyue, Huayue, Zhongyue, Zhongchun, Hanyue, Ruyue, Zhongyang, Zhuqiu, Sizhiri, Zhonghe, Huachao, Jiazhong, Dazhuang , Uzuki, etc.

The Huayue Poetry Club is also romantic and pleasant to listen to.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the gentle woman immediately agreed, so the name of the poetry club was decided like this.

Zhong Chan suggested again: "Okay, then today is a great day for our Huayue Poetry Club to be established. The two sisters are talented women who are rare among us men. Shouldn't they compose a poem?"

Cai Yan and the gentle woman smiled at the same time, and the eldest aunt Wei Min said: "Chan'er's suggestion is good, but you must have a title for poetry, otherwise it will be too challenging. Our name is Huayue Poetry Club. Why not just use the month as the topic?"

This proposal is quite satisfactory, and using the month as the subject is a bit too simple. Wei Cheng smiled disdainfully at the wall. After all, the eldest aunt's talents and learning are a bit shallow, not one-tenth of the younger aunt's.

Wei Cheng looked up at the moonlight.

The little aunt's voice came from the yard next door, "It's not difficult for the two of them to use the moon as the topic. I think we can use 'Lovesickness' as the topic, giggle." The last laugh was obviously a bit narrow.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the yard, and it seemed that everyone had a bit of shyness on their faces.

After a long time, I heard Cai Yan say: "Since that's the case, then... the younger sister will come first?"

The gentle woman was stunned for a moment, and said in a shy tone: "Sister, let's go first. My sister and Mr. Wei are more in love than Jin Jian, so she must understand lovesickness better. Let's show my sister first."

Wei Cheng chuckled, although he didn't see Baby Yan'er's expression at this time, but he must be very charming and pretty.

However, in front of so many people, Cai Yan's face was blushing, and she didn't have any thoughts for a while, only the shadow of Wei Cheng in her mind, and there was no stroke of a Chinese character at all.

Wei Cheng leaned against the wall amusedly, and waited for a long time but did not see Cai Yan compose a poem, so he knew that she must be dizzy at this time.

His eyes just fell on the drying rack by the wall, and the red beans in the dustpan made Wei Cheng's eyes shine.

Alright, I, Chen, are about to fill the cups.

Wei Cheng took two steps back, and looked at the bright moon in the sky pretending to be strolling in the courtyard, as if he was afraid that the other side would not hear him, and deliberately coughed twice.

"Cough cough!"

"what?"

Hearing Zhong Chan's suspicious voice, Wei Cheng picked up a red bean, and Lang recited:
"Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. I hope you will pick more. This thing... is the most lovesick!"

Wei Cheng looked back at the courtyard next door that suddenly became silent, picked up the dustpan and red beans with a smile, and said with a sigh: "Oh, it's been a day in the sun, and no one has taken you into the house. It's so pitiful, so pitiful." .”

While talking, Wei Cheng walked towards the pharmacy pretending to be free and easy.

"Pfft...hahaha, Brother Wei is back."

"Husband, it's true, you won't say anything when you come back."

"Teng'er's poem is not bad, hurry up, one of you can copy it down."

"It's Mr. Wei..."

Wei Cheng chuckled, and disappeared into the night contentedly, waving his sleeves without taking a single cloud away.

(End of this chapter)