Southerners

When she returned to the Meng Mansion, Duoershi was waiting at the door. When she saw Meng Huan's carriage, her eyes lit up, and she walked up to the carriage a few steps. Qinuo walked over with a smile: "Miss Duoershi, young master, here I am." Just come and serve, you rest."

Duo Ershi smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Meng Huan came out from inside.

"Master!" Duo'er was full of joy.

Unexpectedly, Meng Huan just took a look at her, then turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold a person's hand, and pulled him out. It was Song Zhi.

Duo'er's lost smile froze on her face, and she almost couldn't hold back, but after all, she was used to laughing at every occasion, so she quickly picked up her decent smile and said: "Mr. Song."

Song Zhicai got out of the carriage and met Duo'ershi face to face, and he could feel that although Duo'ershi's hostility towards him had been carefully restrained, it was clearly stronger.

Song Zhi wanted to withdraw her hand in embarrassment, but Meng Huan held her tightly.Song Zhi lowered her head, not wanting to be noticed anything strange on her face.

Duo Ershi didn't seem to see it, and said with a smile: "The young master just came back, and he was the first to rush to pick up Mr. Song, Mr. Song is really lucky, Duo Ershi has never seen the young master care so much about anyone. "

"When did the young master come back?" Song Zhi asked.

Duo'er covered her lips and said: "Mr. Song, don't you know, the young master came back late last night."

Song Zhi glanced at Meng Huan, was it last night?No wonder, looking at Meng Huan's expression, he was still a little tired, presumably he was tired from traveling all the way and hadn't had a good rest yet.

Meng Huan led Song Zhi all the way out of the carriage, then raised his head to look at Duo Ershi, and said with a smile, "Could it be that my young master treats you badly?"

Duo Ershi quickly smiled and said: "Young master, you have wronged me. The young master treats Duo Ershi well, and Duo Ershi remembers it in his heart."

Meng Huan nodded, "It's good that you understand." Ignoring her, he took Song Zhi's hand and walked all the way to his room.

Duo'er waited at the door for half an hour, but only managed to say a few words to Meng Huan, and then Meng Huan forgot about it, unable to save face, angry and annoyed in his heart, twisted his handkerchief fiercely , There was nothing he could do with Meng Huan, and he went back to the room bitterly.

Zeno saw a joke, felt it was funny, but also lamented for Duo'er, I am afraid that in this mansion in the future, it will be very difficult for anyone to gain Song Zhi's status except for the young lady.

Looking at the direction Meng Huan was going in, Song Zhi felt a little uneasy. He still remembered what Meng Huan said in the carriage just now.

"Master." Song Zhi called out.

Meng Huan didn't know what Song Zhi was thinking, and said with a smile, "I'll show you something."

Song Zhi said "Yes", she settled down, didn't ask any more questions, and obediently followed Meng Huan.

In the past, Song Zhi mostly stayed in Meng Huan's study, and rarely came to Meng Huan's bedroom. After Meng Huan opened the door, he went inside to look for things, and Song Zhi had time to look around.

The furnishing of Meng Huan's bedroom is not magnificent, but rather simple. Although the wood used is of the highest quality, there are few carvings and decorations, and most of the things in Meng Huan's room are strange and strange. like a lion's skin, a bow without strings, a broken sword,

Not long after, Song Zhi heard Meng Huan's voice, he turned his head and saw Meng Huan holding a stone in his arms.

Song Zhi: "???"

"Master, this is..."

Meng Huan took out the stone, put it on the table, patted the bowl-sized stone, and said, "Stone."

"But this is not an ordinary stone." Meng Huan said.

"Why is it so unusual?" Song Zhi lowered her head and looked carefully, then touched it again. No matter how you looked at it, it was an ordinary stone.

Meng Huan said: "I brought this stone back from Myanmar all the way. Of course it is not ordinary."

Song Zhi couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it too heavy?"

Meng Huan said: "This is a very popular stone gambling in Myanmar. It is said that when Myanmar merchants gamble with stones, they usually dare not be present in person, but burn incense nearby and pray for God's blessing."

"Oh?" Song Zhi had heard about stone gambling, but didn't understand, so she hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"Because stone gambling is a very risky business. If you can cut out crystal clear jade, you can get rich overnight, but on the contrary, if you cut out nothing, you will go bankrupt overnight."

Song Zhi was taken aback: "Then why is it still so popular?"

Meng Huan smiled: "Because people in the world always think that they are the lucky ones who can cut out emeralds. If they win the bet, they will be rich and prosperous from now on. Who wouldn't want it?"

Song Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

"I found this stone in the rough stone trading market in Myanmar. The most experienced local stone gambler said that there must be a good jadeite here, so he gave it to me."

"Send it?" Song Zhi was a little disbelieving, "You didn't snatch it?"

"I promised not to disrupt his business, and that's a thank you."

Meng Huan looked at Song Zhi's expression and raised his eyebrows: "Why, don't you like it?"

"I like it," Song Zhi said, "but is there really jadeite here? The risk of betting on stones is so high, aren't you afraid that he will miss you or deceive you?"

"Don't be afraid," Meng Huan said, "If he deceives me, I will kill him."

No matter how you look at it, Song Zhi is just an ordinary stone, and she sighs in her heart that it is as if the mountains are separated, and she says:

"He is far away in Burma, why did you kill him?"

"I don't need to do it myself, I just need to send a letter over there, and someone will do it for me."

Meng Huan spoke so seriously that Song Zhi was taken aback when she heard it, and raised her head to look at Meng Huan.

"Just kidding." Meng Huan said hastily, "If you don't let me, I won't move him."

"Oh." Song Zhi responded, turning the stone over and over to look at it, obviously very interested and very fond of it.

"Do you want to cut it open?" Meng Huan asked.

"Can I cut it now?"

Meng Huan: "It was originally for you. Naturally, you can cut it whenever you want."

Song Zhi didn't know what she was thinking, she paused and said, "Not now."

Meng Huan: "Why?"

Song Zhi pointed to Meng Huan's hand: "Now I want to invite Dr. Pei to look at your hand, if you don't want to be unable to draw a bow in the future."

Meng Huan was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, the curve of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, his eyes were full of smiles, he pulled Song Zhi into his arms and kissed him: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Zhi was caught off guard by the kiss and blushed immediately.

After giving the order, Pei Ya soon came. Meng Huan's hand was injured on the battlefield in Burma, and he was in a hurry on the way back to Beijing, so he didn't recover well, but after a long time, he gradually recovered. , But a few days ago, he rushed back from the upper capital at high speed, day and night, holding the rein, and then the wound burst open again.

After seeing Meng Huan's injury, Pei Ya said with a dark face: "General Meng, if he still wants to draw a bow in the future, he should take care of his own hand. This injury is so deep that the bones can be seen. If it is not treated properly, the roots will be left behind. It will be troublesome in the future."

After applying medicine to Meng Huan and retying the bandage, Pei Ya instructed, "Don't use any more force."

He looked at the injury on Meng Huan's neck and said, "This injury is not bad, and it will be completely healed after another half a month."

After Dr. Pei left, Meng Huan showed Song Zhi his bundled hands, and complained, "This Dr. Pei's handiwork is too bad. How can I use my hands if they're wrapped like this?"

Song Zhi was still thinking about the words "deep and visible bones", but she felt pain when she heard it. Hearing the words, she gave him a blank look: "You are recuperating in the mansion, and you don't need to do anything?"

Thinking about it and feeling distressed, I asked, "How did you hurt?"

Meng Huan said: "Just the wounded ones on the battlefield. The enemy slashed at them. The situation was too critical. I had no choice but to block them with my hands."

"What about the neck?"

Meng Huan reached out and touched the side of his neck, the wound that had already scabbed was a little itchy.

"Immediately, I was stabbed by a Burmese general. He stabbed me on the neck, but I dodged it, and it was just a scratch." Meng Huan said quite proudly, dodging such a powerful shot .

Meng Huan said it lightly, but Song Zhi was shocked when he heard it.

Thinking that Meng Huan left with injuries, and that the injuries were due to herself, Song Zhi dawdled awkwardly for a while, and asked, "Does the injuries you suffer when you leave have any effect?"

Meng Huan didn't think about it for a moment: "Huh?"

"On February [-], you were injured on Lushi Mountain."

"That," Meng Huan remembered now, "That little injury is nothing, I haven't arrived in Burma, it will be fine, you don't have to worry."

For Yu Menghuan, injuries are just a common occurrence, and he has suffered more serious injuries. He didn't think there was anything wrong, so he smiled: "It's normal for a man to get a little bit of injury, and it's the scars that leave me. A symbol of bravery through the years."

The people of the Song Dynasty valued writing, while the Mongols valued martial arts.

Song Zhi said: "I was injured last year, didn't you say that scars are ugly?"

Meng Huan smiled and said, "You are different, I don't want you to get hurt, and I don't want you to have scars."

Song Zhi: "Oh." Her face was suspiciously hot.

"Cut stones?" Meng Huan asked suddenly.Although he believed that there was jade in it, but after all, the master sometimes misread it, and at the same time he was a little curious about what kind of jade was inside.

"cut."

Meng Huan immediately ordered someone to call the man who was specially invited to cut stones in the mansion.

The person who came was a Burmese man over fifty years old with gray hair. It is estimated that cutting stones has been frightening all these years.It hurts my heart to do this.

This person is called Mindeng, and he is called U Mindeng, and Wu is the respectful name for men in Myanmar.

Wu Mindeng spoke Chinese well, walked up, saluted Meng Huan respectfully, imitated others, called him "Young Master", raised his eyes and glanced at Song Zhi, in his opinion, this Han man was elegant and handsome, with a natural personality. She has a bookish air, but she doesn't know what it is that can stand with Meng Huan.

"This is Mr. Song." Meng Huan said.

"Mr. Song salutes." Min Deng saluted.

Song Zhi returned a salute.

"Min Teng, come here," Meng Huan said, "you should know that this is a stone I brought back from your Burmese country. You can cut it for me. If you cut it well, you will be rewarded."

As for how to call it well-cut, it is natural that the top-quality jadeite was cut out without causing damage to it.

Minden replied, "Yes."

What was on the table was an ordinary-looking stone, but based on Minden's experience, it would definitely rise. "Up" is the jargon, which means the emergence of water green.

The first step in stone cutting is to rub the stone, first to rub the scorpion, second to dry, third to rub the ringworm, and fourth to rub the pine flower, so as to find the real green and judge the width of the green.The second step is to cut the stone, press the sand with the bow saw, and slowly saw the stone.

This process was slow, and Minden held his breath and was a little excited. He wanted to know what kind of thing he would cut out.

Meng Huan and Song Zhi also watched the movements of Minden's hands without blinking.

When Meng Huan was in Burma, he saw others betting on stones. Those who lost the bet, some even hit their heads to death on the spot.

This stone was brought back from Burma all the way by him and given to Song Zhi, Meng Huan didn't want any mistakes.

Song Zhi was purely curious, he had never seen gambling stones, nor had he seen cut stones, but this time it was something new.

As the bow saw in Minden's hand kept going down, the betting stones fell down with rustling sand, and finally reached the bottom for the first time, revealing the true face of Lushan.

The author has something to say:

⑴ The content related to gambling stones comes from Du Niang.

⑵The name of the Burmese comes from Du Niang.

Thanks to my friend August [-]rd for the suggestion of sending gambling stones. The mother-fetal single dog said that it is not clear what is more romantic to give.