Chapter 472

Shi Yi Shu! Chen Wuji shouted toward the outside.

The one who walked in was Chen Wuyi, saying, "Family Head, Shi Yi Shu took people to invite grain merchant Shopkeeper Shi, and hasn't returned yet."

Chen Wuji then reacted, "Okay, got it, then we'll talk later. Tell people to prepare hot soup, and also prepare a set of clothes for Xiao Family Head."

"Husband, I brought the clothes!" Xiao Yuji said.

Chen Wuji turned his head at the sound, saw Xiao Yuji standing by the window, and was stunned for a moment, "Yu Ji? When did you arrive?"

Xiao Yuji: ……

She gazed at Chen Wuji with a deep look and said, "Husband, you actually didn't notice me?"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just too excited, I really didn't notice." Chen Wuji said, chuckling.

He wasn't lying; he really hadn't noticed, just now his eyes were full of paper.

Xiao Yuji rolled her eyes slightly.

She felt as if she had just been treated as invisible, and it wasn't an illusion.

"Xiao Family Head, like this, go take a bath first, rest well, and at noon I'll set up a banquet to welcome and cleanse you." Chen Wuji said to Xiao Zong.

Xiao Zong was still immersed in what Chen Wuji called the little way, he tugged at his messy beard, blocked Chen Wuji, "Commandant, were those poems just now really written offhand by you?"

"How could that be? I copied them!" Chen Wuji laughed.

"Copied?!" Xiao Zong startled, then shook his head like a rattle drum.

His hair, disheveled like weeds, flew up with his movement, and he shouted firmly, "Impossible, such grand and magnificent poems, if they had already been passed down, how could I not know? The poems you, Commandant, know, there's no reason I, a proper scholar, wouldn't know."

Chen Wuji quickly stepped back.

For making paper, this old fellow really suffered, and was desperate enough.

This is the living power for ideals and hobbies.

"It's an old poem; it's not surprising few people know it." Chen Wuji forced an explanation.

"Impossible, impossible, such poems could never be buried in historical dust." Xiao Zong said firmly, "Perhaps you, Commandant, don't know, but I also study this; I may not know all the poems in the world, but I certainly know at least eighty percent of the good ones."

Seeing this research-obsessed man again challenging him, Chen Wuji helplessly said, "Alright, I'll honestly admit, this really was just something I casually thought of just now."

"I knew it!" Xiao Zong excitedly slapped his thigh, snatched what Chen Wuji had just written, and shoved it into Chen Wuji's hands, "Commandant, fill it in, leaving a poem unfinished is as painful as killing someone halfway, quickly fill it in."

Chen Wuji:???

No, I haven't memorized the others.

"This..." Chen Wuji felt as uncomfortable as constipation at this moment.

His momentary excitement just now felt like he had dug himself a huge pit.

"Xiao Family Head, it's not that I won't write, I really have no state right now; you know what that's like? It's that sudden feeling of having opened the Ren and Du meridians, like a nectar pouring over the head." Chen Wuji pinched his brow, forcing an explanation.

"Do you know why I didn't finish writing just now? It's because I don't know how to write the latter part, so I didn't write it. Don't rush, don't suffer; maybe when my state returns, those following lines will naturally come out."

Xiao Zong's expression was regretful, yet he kept nodding, "I see, I really understand this; such a state is rare. My teacher once called it the scholar's sudden enlightenment, that moment of comprehension can sometimes outweigh ten years of hard study."

Chen Wuji nodded heavily, "Right, that's pretty much the meaning."

"What a pity, such a grand and magnificent poem, yet only half. I'm going to bathe, sleep, feels like I haven't slept for five days again; I'm amazed I'm still alive." Xiao Zong muttered, holding the poem, walking out of the side hall.

"Ambitious hunger devours barbarian flesh, joyous talk drinks Hun blood. Wait from the start, to cleanse the old rivers and mountains, face the heavenly gate. Wonderful, good, truly good!"

From the courtyard came his impassioned, expressive recitation.

Chen Wuji's mouth corner twitched slightly.

Xiao Zong's mental state sometimes truly makes one worry.

"Your father really hasn't slept for five days?" Chen Wuji looked at Xiao Yuji, who had her hand on her forehead.

Xiao Yuji silently nodded, "Anyway, that's what he says, and he looks like it. When I received the news he sent someone to deliver and rushed over, he could barely get up. I ate something in the carriage, dozed off a bit, then hurried over."

"Having your father's help is like gaining a great mountain." Chen Wuji sincerely marveled, also deeply shocked, "But his way of doing things is so desperate it really gives people a headache; we need to find a way to control it."

Xiao Yuji gave a helpless wry smile, advising, "Husband, you needn't worry about this; since I can remember, my father has been like this, he himself is used to it. Often he goes three to five days without sleep, and when he sleeps, it's for two to three days."

Chen Wuji immediately ordered Chen Wuyi, "Tell everyone, after Xiao Family Head falls asleep, no one is to disturb him; when he wakes, first send some easy-to-digest soup over."

"Yes!"

"Come, I'll first bring you to settle down, then we'll talk about him." Chen Wuji waved at Xiao Yuji, and as they went out he casually asked, "How's the workshop arrangements?"

"Almost done, the trade routes have reopened, but since everyone around is fighting, the number of contacts we can reach has dropped a lot." Xiao Yuji said softly.

"In these troubled times, it's understandable that business worsens; do you have any ideas about paper?" Chen Wuji asked, "We need to quickly turn this into gold, silver, grain."

"I actually have a little idea." Xiao Yuji smiled lightly, looked up at Chen Wuji, and said, "I don't know how many poems you've written."

"I don't know, maybe around ten or twenty, is your idea related to poetry?"

"Mm." Xiao Yuji nodded, "I actually never knew you could write such fine poetry; these things you casually produce should fetch a high price in the prosperous cities of Zhongyuan."

Chen Wuji suddenly stopped, "Can it make money?"

"Certainly, sell it to scholars seeking advancement, to brothels, or to wealthy sons who want to win a beauty in a brothel; they can fetch a good price." Xiao Yuji said.

"However, if you feel selling poetry loses your status, then just pretend I said nothing."

"No, sell! Must sell!" Chen Wuji promptly declared, "I'm a warrior, not a scholar; don't talk to me about integrity, I have none."

He now only regrets having memorized too little.

"How do you plan to sell it?" Chen Wuji asked.

Xiao Yuji said, "First sell the poems, then sell the paper, by writing the poems on paper and selling them."