Chapter 39 fourth quarter

At the same time, Zhao Yan was also in a daze. At this time, he was lying on the wooden couch in his own house, with his right hand resting on his head, and his left hand held something high to look at it carefully. Last night, when Chen Qun heard that there was an accident at Xu Duwei's side, he rushed over there in a hurry.Zhao Yan waited until dawn in Xicao, when a small official came and told him that he could go home.Zhao Yan asked Chen Qun where he had gone, and the official said that he had been discussing matters at Shangshutai and had never come out, but he refused to say anything.

After Zhao Yan returned home, he washed his face with well water, closed the doors and windows, and then took out the thing he found in the ruins of the imperial city. This is a long and narrow piece of white silk cloth, the edges have been burnt yellow.It can be seen from the shape that it once belonged to the sleeve part of a middle coat. The east and west weaving rooms of the imperial court were managed by the Shaofu. Zhao Yan followed Kong Rong and also worked hard on the matter of silk weaving.From the broken ends of the scorched silk thread, he identified that the texture of the remnant silk was double-filament fine wool, which was produced by folk weavers, so the silk was slightly yellowed, and it was far less delicate and smooth than the government-woven Shu and Linzi wool.

The consumption of raw silk to weave a zhang of "double silk fine yarn" is twice that of ordinary fabrics, and the process is complicated, and it is easy to spin and turn yellow. The jargon is called "broken yellow", and it cannot be sold at a good price, so folks rarely produce .In the past decade or so, the world has been in chaos and the road to Shu has been blocked. Only in a few places in the Central Plains have weavers started to try to produce this kind of fine silk to supply the local rich. The son of heaven moved from Luoyang to Chang'an, and then to Xudu, and he was displaced along the way.Zhao Yan was sure that the silk objects used in the Han Dynasty were either authentic Shu-made fine silks taken from the palace, or ordinary silks donated by the Cao family.Concubine Dong once complained to Zhao Yan, saying that the dignified Han Dynasty can't even produce decent fabrics, and can only wear the rags sent by the Cao family.

And he actually found a folk "double-silk fine silk" middle coat in the ruins of the sleeping hall, which shows that at least one outsider had entered the sleeping hall.The man was either wearing the clothes or carrying the clothes, but he definitely didn't take them with him when he left. Intuition told Zhao Yan that this matter was closely related to Concubine Dong's entrustment. Zhao Yan held up the silk cloth to look back and forth, suddenly his movements froze, he got up from the bed, grabbed both ends of the silk cloth with both hands, and lifted it to the window.At this time, it was close to Si Shi, the sun was high, a ray of light came in from the window, and shone into Zhao Yan's eyes through the silk cloth.

With the light, he could barely see the interlaced lines of warp and weft inside the silk cloth.In an inconspicuous corner, four slender silk threads subtly intersect to form a diamond-shaped weave, which cannot be seen without widening your eyes. Weavers from different origins will leave an exclusive mark on the cloth to facilitate distribution and sales. In case of any disputes, they can also use this to track down.Well-known official and private weavers will keep records in Shaofu, so that it is clear at a glance which mark corresponds to which weaver. Zhao Yan remembers that the first thing Kong Rong did after he took office as Shaofu was to suggest reorganization of the internal files of the imperial court. With Xun Yu's strong support, he recovered a large number of incomplete documents from previous dynasties from Luoyang, Chang'an and other places. files.These documents were hoarded in a warehouse not far from the imperial palace, except for Kong Rong who had nothing to do to go in and rummage around, no one cared about them.Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't stay on the couch any longer, so he quickly put on his robe and opened the door to go out.

The servants in their house were very strange. The master went out for a night without saying anything, why did he come back and stay for half a day, and then hurriedly wanted to go out again?He wanted to ask, but was pushed away by Zhao Yan.Be sure again, the owner has already run out of the gate without even closing the door. After finally twisting a little bit of thread, you must not let it go easily.Zhao Yan looked at the dazzling fireball in the sky, and ran wildly under the gaze of passers-by. He ran fast from street to street without slowing down for a moment.Just as he was about to cross the intersection where two streets crossed, a carriage rushed out from the left.Seeing that the situation was not good, the driver of the carriage pulled the reins in time, and the front hooves of the shaft horse raised, neighing in dissatisfaction.The person and the cart were criss-crossed, and a string of snow mud was thrown from the wheels of the carriage, drawing a gray mark on Zhao Yan's back.Zhao Yan didn't even look at it, and ran forward at a faster speed.

"Huh? Isn't that Zhao Yan?" Guo Jia poked his head out of the carriage, set up an awning with his hands, and looked thoughtfully at Zhao Yan's disappearing back.He retracted his head and stroked his chin: "Running and exercising in the city early in the morning, my health is really enviable. Are you right? Mr. Yang?" Yang Biao sat on the other side, closed his eyes and said nothing.He was too old, and he was exhausted after spending most of the night outside.Seeing his demeanor, Guo Jia closed his mouth knowingly. The carriage didn't stop until it reached the gate of the Yang Mansion.Before Guo Jia and Yang Biao got out of the car, the door of the Yang Mansion suddenly opened, and Yang Xiu rushed out from the inside.

Yang Biao looked at his son and shook his head gently.I don't know if I want to tell him that there is nothing I can do, or try to warn him not to continue to provoke Guo Jia.But this subtle hint made Yang Xiu even more angry, and undisguised anger rose on his face. "Father!" Yang Biao raised his head to prevent Yang Xiu from continuing: "Dong Cheng was robbed, and the situation in the north may be unstable. So Xu Fu will go north with Guo Jijiu to fight against Yuan this time, and it will be counted as our Yang family's contribution to helping the Han Dynasty."

His words made Yang Xiu understand what happened last night, and Guo Jia's counterattack came quickly and ruthlessly! Yang Xiu only heard the wind in the morning, saying that Man Chong might not continue to hold the post of Xu Duling and would release Runan.At first he thought that his method worked, but now that he heard his father say that, he realized that the situation was not so optimistic. On the surface, Man Chong was forced to resign, and Xu Fu had no choice but to go north.But in fact, Man Chong is just leveling Runan, with more authority than before, and Xu Duling will make other arrangements, and the situation in Xudu will not be loosened in any way-but the Yang family has actually lost a top expert. Exposing half of the body to the bright side is a dilemma.

What made Yang Xiu feel even more insulted was that Guo Jia didn't even attack him specifically. Man Chong's going south was an inevitable arrangement in response to the situation in the south; Dong Cheng's robbery was to make Yuan Shao politically passive.Even without Yang Xiu jumping up and down, Guo Jia would still do these two things. In other words, Guo Jia was just laying out according to his own rhythm, and counterattacked Yang Xiu by the way. Guo Jia slowly climbed out of the carriage, and stretched long in front of Yang Xiu.Yang Xiu stared straight at him, his long and narrow eyes narrowed into slits, like a demon fox whose pheasant was taken from its mouth.

"I haven't lost yet." Yang Xiu said suddenly. Faced with this sudden bluntness, Guo Jia brushed the messy hair on his forehead with some helplessness, and patted Yang Xiu on the shoulder: "I'm not interested in winning or losing." Yang Xiu pushed Guo Jia's hand away, and said coldly, "Just wait and see, the number one strategist in Duke Cao's shogunate must be me." Guo Jia was startled, and immediately replied with a serious face: "Is it okay to talk about this after I die?" At this time, a small official came running from a distance and whispered something in Guo Jia's ear.After hearing this, Guo Jia's face turned serious, and he raised his hands to pay respects to Yang and his son, then left in a hurry. "What could change Guo Jia's complexion?" Yang Biao murmured. At this moment, Yang Xiu had restrained his jealous face, folded his hands in his sleeves, and replied with a smile: "I guess, it's His Majesty who started to fight back."