All Hail Cousin Brother

Yu Youyao nodded: "I will send someone a letter to Miss Song San."

Mammy Xu could see that Yu Youyao was not enthusiastic about the Marquis of Zhenguo Mansion, and could even be said to be a little indifferent. Although she was willing to help the Marquis of Zhenguo Mansion, she was not as sincere as Madam Yu.

but!

Yu Youyao treats people and things with courtesy, not only politely, but also generously, without revealing any drops of water, and no one can see through her mind.

Mother Xu felt strange.

As far as she knew, Mrs. Song treated Yu Youyao very well. When she entered the Yu Mansion, Mrs. Song gave Yu Youyao many things.

As small as some rare tea, snacks, fruits, and food, as large as some more expensive jewelry.

The relationship between Mrs. Zhen Guohou and Yu Youyao can be considered close, not to mention Song Wanhui. The two are very close, and it is common to exchange gifts.

Logically speaking, Yu Youyao and the Song family should be very close.

But Yu Youyao's attitude is really confusing.

However, Madam Xu didn't go into it, and seeing Yu Youyao's mood was waning, she didn't mention the words of the Marquis of Zhenguo: "This morning, the Xie residence sent a carload of fruits, all of which are rare things, including peaches, Ya pears, grapes, papaya, and a basket of hanging greens, I ordered them to be sent to the ice cellar."

This season, many fruits are just on the market.

Most of the fruits in Beijing are brought into Beijing from other places. Due to the delay on the road, many of them are not fresh after arriving in Beijing.

The fruits sent by the Xie residence are of good quality and fresh, so it is not easy to get them.

Yu Youyao's eyes flickered slightly, and she chuckled lightly: "Pick some and send them to various places in the house, and also send some to the second room."

Mother Xu responded with a smile.

Fresh and high-quality fruits are very expensive things, and Yu Youyao is also generous. Whatever he gets, he always thinks about his family, and he is reluctant to change it for others.

After speaking, Yu Youyao went to the study.

Chunxiao washed a plate of fruit and sent it over, then retreated.

Yu Youyao ate a piece of peach, which was sweet and juicy, more delicious than the peach he had eaten before.

At this moment, Yin San quietly entered the room.

Yu Youyao smiled: "I knew that the fruit was given to me by my cousin borrowing the name of Xie's house. The land in Shandong is fertile and rich in fruit, like the peaches in Feicheng, which are sweet and juicy; the pears in Guanxian County are crisp and crisp. Refreshing; grapes from Daze Mountain are full and sweet; papayas from Licheng are fragrant and soft. Every year, most of the fruits in Beijing are shipped from Shandong, but because the output of high-quality fruits is limited, there are not many. "

Yufu can also get some every year, but it's just a taste of it.

This year, there was a rebellion in Shandong, and all kinds of fruits in Beijing were even rarer.

No one else could eat it, but her cousin gave her a cart.

Yin San nodded: "It was prepared by the young master. The rain in Shandong is good this year, and the fruit is more delicious than in previous years. If Miss Biao likes it, my subordinates will send some over next time."

Yu Youyao was very happy: "It's so good, you can put it in the cold cellar, you don't have to worry about it going bad, you can eat it slowly." Then she changed the topic: "By the way, where's the letter from my cousin? Give it to me."

Yin San took the package on his back and opened it, and handed a letter and a square box to Yu Youyao.

Yu Youyao hurriedly took it and opened the letter cautiously: "In August, the fruit is rich and the taste is very good, so it tastes the same as Erfen, and tastes it together, well, don't read it!"

Yu Youyao counted word by word, counting twenty-six words, and couldn't help bending her lips with a smile.

Although every letter from my cousin is concise and to the point, but when I read it carefully, I can feel the concern of my cousin for her, which makes her happy.

Yu Youyao carefully folded the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope, picked up the square box handed over by Yin San, and didn't rush to open it: "What is this? Did your cousin ask you to hand it over on purpose?"

Yin San nodded and said nothing.

So, Yu Youyao knew that the contents in the square box must have been carefully prepared for her by her cousin, and it must be unusual.

Filled with anticipation, she couldn't wait to open the box, took out the cotton wool in the box, and took out an inkstone from the wrapped silk parchment.

Yu Youyao stared in shock: "This is a red silk inkstone, a red silk inkstone that only exists in Qingzhou, Shandong!!"

This red silk inkstone, with the red silk reflecting the ribbon, is bright and unusual, and the view is dense and dense, all of which are extremely beautiful, and the quality is moist and beautiful. The red and yellow patterns are like birds, fish, clouds and flowers.

Yu Youyao held the red inkstone with her eyes glued to it and couldn't move: "I just read the relevant descriptions in the book, and this is the first time I have seen a real red inkstone. It is said that the red inkstone is the only one in the world that surpasses Duan inkstone. The inkstone is too rare and the quality is too rare, so the world knows very little about the red inkstone."

Many great writers in all dynasties and dynasties have admired the red inkstone, and there are many related records in the book.

However, the red inkstone is too rare, and it is very difficult to mine, so the name of the first inkstone of the red silk inkstone has been replaced by the famous inkstone of the Duan inkstone, but the red silk inkstone is not in the ranking of famous inkstones, which is enough to prove its detached status.

Yu Youyao was full of admiration: "Cousin is really amazing, he can even get such a rare red inkstone."

She took a new piece of old ink, poured a little water into the inkstone, and when the ink stick was rubbed, it was firm and moist, and the ink was thick.

Yu Youyao smiled and curled her lips: "It is recorded in "Inkstone Records" that there are three differences in red silk inkstones!"

"One, the stone is just warm and lubricious, the red inkstone is stained with water, and there is a nourishing liquid in it, and it is wiped by hand, and it sticks like a paste for a long time."

"Secondly, the color of his stone and ink is similar, but his physique is firm and beautiful, the red inkstone is often creamy and floating, and the ink color is condensed like pure lacquer."

"Three things, his stone use is over, and even more so, in an instant, before he stops eating, the ink is dry, and the red silk inkstone is like a box again, and the ink will not dry for a few days."

Yu Youyao took the rose paper, held the pen in his hand, used the ink to moisten the hair, and picked up the pen to reply to the letter.

When writing, I suddenly felt that the ink and paper were slippery, and there was no stagnant feeling. The lacquer ink was attached to the paper, and the ink dried on the paper in a moment. The ink pen was pure black and soft.

Yu Youyao exclaimed: "It really lives up to its reputation!"

She rambled on and wrote more than a dozen pages of paper, in bits and pieces, all of which were trivial matters at home, and incidentally mentioned Song Mingzhao's vomiting blood and comatose.

When she felt a little sore in her wrist, Yu Youyao finally stopped writing.

After re-reading the reply, I always felt that I had written a lot of words, but when I looked closely, I felt as if there were still a lot of words to write.

Yu Youyao picked up the pen again, dipped in the ink, and wrote: "In the golden autumn and August, the chrysanthemums are competing for release, although I can't share the reunion of the moon with you, I would like to share with you!"

In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. People and the moon will be reunited. It's a pity that my cousin is in Shandong and can't watch the moon and eat moon cakes with her.