Song Mo's eyes lit up when he heard this.

In this way, Yizhitang can make its own reputation and no longer be restricted by the British government everywhere.

"It's just that 'Yizhitang' is a hall number, and I'm afraid it's a bit unsuitable," he pondered, "It's better to get another number."

"I think so too." Dou Zhao smiled, "I just didn't think of any good name for a while. I wonder what your idea is?"

"Then use your alias!" Song Mo said with a smile, "Anyway, you have to help plan such things in the future."

Dou Zhao was ashamed and said, "I don't have another name!"

Song Mo was very surprised, but then he became eager to try it out.

"Then let's get one now?" He said, and pulled Dou Zhao to the study room, sent away all the people who served him, laying rice paper himself, grinding the ink script, "Zhao, the sun is bright. The autumn moon shines brightly, and the winter ridges are beautiful lonely pine... It seems to be too lonely and cold, which is inconsistent with what we are going to do. The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds... The owner of the cloud sea... It seems not very good..."

Seeing that he was exhausted, Dou Zhao couldn't help but smile, and stepped forward and pressed the ink ingot in Song Mo's hand: "I'll help you grind ink!"

The two of them touched each other's fingertips.

Song Mo's hand stopped for a moment before letting go.

"Or, it's better to take Zhending as the number?" He said, and walked to the pen holder and picked a wolf-haired pen. "The Zhending Cha River originated from the Hutuo River. It is called the Houchi in the "Liu of Zhou" and it is also called the Qingning River in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Let's take one of these two?"

Dou Zhao was born in Zhending, but in his previous life, she only knew that Chahe was a branch of the Hutuo River, but she didn't know that the Hutuo River was once called Houchi and Qingning. In this life, there was still one time when Mr. Song gave her lectures, and she knew the origin of the Chahe River. In this way, it was because Mr. Song had come to Zhending and looked up ancient books to get it.

She believes that ordinary people will not pay attention to these things.

Song Mo talked freely and seemed extremely familiar.

Dou Zhao looked at Song Mo's gaze and couldn't help but feel a little deeper.

Song Mo, who was lowering his head and writing, did not notice it. He even said to himself: "I think it is better to be clear and calm. I once said: In the past, if one is obtained, the sky is clear and the earth is calm. It is better to choose the other name "Qingning Tower Master" or "Qingning Layman"... It is also good to obtain a Pavilion Master."

Dou Zhao liked it very much and smiled and said, "Then let's carve the 'Qingning Poster'."

When Song Mo saw Dou Zhao liked it, he was very happy and was excited to rummage through boxes and cabinets in the study: "I remember my grandfather left me a piece of Tianhuang stone, and I'll carve a free seal for you."

Dou Zhao was stunned: "You can still carve seals?"

"Yeah!" Song Mo said, "My uncle sometimes wants to check how well I practice my internal kung fu, so I let me carve seals to see if my hands are stable. I have learned seal carving with Mr. Jin Shouyan, a man from southern Fujian." He said, smiling and turned his head, "Finished!" He took out a golden lacquer mother-of-pearl box with plum blossoms painted from the box and placed it on the kang table.

The seal button is a cicada lying on the bamboo. It has a bright and pretty color and a soft texture like a baby's skin, making Dou Zhaoai useless.

"Do you use this seal to carve seals?" Song Mo is good at calligraphy. Since he said he could be good at seal carving, he thought it was good, but seal carving should not only pay attention to calligraphy, but also layout. With Song Mo's age, even if he is talented, he may have shortcomings. He thought that Tian Huangshi was so precious that it would be more useful when Song Mo was skilled in his sword. It was a pity that he could use it. "When I was young, I used a few pieces of chicken blood stones from my father, and this time I got married. Or just use chicken blood stones? Keep this Tian Huangshi and carve a free seal for you in the future."

The tone of a little doting made Song Mo stunned, and then he showed a pleasant smile.

"We have several small stones like this in our house," he didn't expect Dou Zhao to like printing materials. "Only this printing button is more suitable for you, I thought of him. If you like it, take it all." He said, shouting loudly at Chen He.

Chen He immediately flashed in.

Song Mo ordered him: "You go and get the keys to the warehouse. I want to find some printing materials with my wife."

Chen He went to get the keys in response.

Dou Zhao couldn't help but feel moved.

I went to the warehouse with Song Mo.

The servant was carrying lanterns high, making the warehouse lights brightly.

Slight sweat came out on Dou Zhao's forehead.

There are five pieces of yellow field stones in total, and they are randomly scattered in a box. Two of them are wool materials, but the patterns are clear and the quality is very good. The other three have been carved with stamp buttons, one is a tiger, one is a lion, and the other is a deer.

No wonder Song Mo said that the only printing materials in her hand are more suitable for her.

Dou Zhao muttered, and wiped the dusty white jelly Qingtian stone, the frozen chicken blood stone, and the white hibiscus Shoushan stone one by one.

When Chen He saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help and explained: "These are all small items. There is no place to put them on the lattice of this Duobao grid. If you like Tianhuangshi, Curry also has a statue of Guanyin Buddha carved by Tianhuangshi, it is a bit small. If you don't dislike it, I'll find it and take a look?"

Whose idea is to carve Buddha statues with Tianhuangshi?

Dou Zhao nodded.

Chen He took the booklet to find the Buddha statue. Dou Zhao found two inkstones in an old box. One was cleverly used stone eyes to peck into a lotus leaf frog, and the stone was clear and moist. The other was purple, with stone eyes of all sizes at the bottom of the inkstone. At first glance, it looked like water vapor, extremely round. It looked like ordinary people.

Dou Zhao gasped and asked Song Mo: "How many such things do you have in your family?"

"I don't know." It seemed that it was the first time that Song Mo had seen these two inkstones. He held them in his hand and played with them. "There are too many things, and there are a few dense books of accounts. I took them out and used them if I were a little impressed..." He said, and said to Chen Heyang's inkstones in his hand, saying, "You put them in the books and I'll take them back to the study."

Chen He responded, and was still there and the manager in charge of the warehouse filled with sweat, and murmured: "I remember clearly why the person in this warehouse... has disappeared..."

Without seeing each other, Dou Zhao was too lazy to wait here, so he said to Chen He and returned to the room with Song Mo.

Both of them had some dust on their bodies, so they asked the maid to wash them again.

When Dou Zhao came out, Song Mo was looking at two inkstones under the lamp.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head and smiled, "You said, I will give these two inkstones to my father-in-law. Will my father-in-law like it?"

It turned out that he brought out the two inkstones to give them to his father.

Dou Zhao was stunned and laughed quickly again, saying, "He will like it very much, and he will be reluctant to use it. He put it in the study room. Whenever a guest comes, he will show it out and tell others that this is given to me by my son-in-law... Do you still want to give it?"

Song Mo opened his mouth wide, but said, "Of course I have to give it! Not only do I have to give it, but I also have to look for it again to see if there is anything better."

Dou Zhao laughed loudly.

Song Mo sat on the kang and wrote the draft.

Dou Zhao urged him: "Can you go to bed early? You have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Mo was more tenacious than she thought.

"You go to bed first!" He said without raising his head, "I'll write this before going to bed."

Dou Zhao smiled and went to bed first.

When she woke up the next morning, Song Mo slept beside her.

He bent his body and lie down on the bed carefully. He would fall off as soon as he turned over, leaving most of the bed to Dou Zhao, looking very reserved.

When Dou Zhao thought of the treasures in that room, he saw Song Mo's sleeping position again, and his eyes became a little astringent.

She helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, got off the bed gently, and whispered to the nectar that served her to get up: "Be gentle, be careful to wake up the prince."

The whisper of nectar should be "yes".

Dou Zhao went to the ear room to clean up.

Song Mo, who was carrying Dou Zhao, had opened his eyes for no reason.

In the morning light of the light, his eyes were as clear as stars.

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Because it was a banquet hosted by Song Mo and Dou Zhao, except for Mrs. Lu and Princess Ningde, all the people came.

Feng Hui, the third wife of Duke Jingguo’s mansion, introduced her sister-in-law, to Dou Zhao with a smile, to Shi, the niece of Changxing Hou: "...I heard that my cousin and sister-in-law were going to hold a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet, so I really wanted to come and have a look. I said, my cousin and sister are kind, so you can just follow me. So, I brought her here. Speaking of which, they are not outsiders. Our sister-in-law and her mother's brothers are married to your sister. Our two families can be considered to be more kinship."

Compared to his previous reserve, Mrs. Zhang San was particularly enthusiastic, but Mrs. Zhang Er, who came uninvited, had a very friendly smile.

No one is concerned about the poor in the downtown area, and no one is concerned about the rich in the deep mountains.

Dou Zhao has seen many such things in his two lives, so he has long been able to remain calm.

She smiled and greeted Mrs. Zhang Er. Mrs. Wang came over with a young woman with a very ordinary appearance and simple dress.

"Madam," she introduced the woman to Dou Zhao, "this is the wife of Prince Huichang."

Dou Zhao was shocked.

The prince of Huichang, Shen Qing, married the daughter of Xiao Sanyou, the former friend of Huichang, before he became famous. After the Liao king ascended the throne, it was the censor who impeached Xiao Sanyou to bully the market. The Yue system built a cemetery for his mother and took out Huichang, so that Huichang's family would be killed.

Of course, she never believed the reason for the Shen family being sieged, but she still couldn't help but look at Shen Qing's wife Xiao.

Xiao obviously had not adapted to the change in his identity, so he flinched and bowed to Dou Zhao, claiming "Madam".

"Don't be stubborn." Dou Zhao smiled at her affectionately, with a light tone. "There are no elders present today. You can do whatever you want and say whatever you want. Even if you drink too much and lose your composure, I will find a way to wake you up and return."

Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and blushed, "I, I can't drink."

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "That's great, I can't even drink. I'm afraid that someone can drink and have to accompany you if you come."

Xiao smiled, and the man also slacked off and showed a relieved smile.

At this time, Song Mo was talking to Zhang Xuming: "...Please pay attention to me. If the position of Qianhu House of Qiu Ling is determined, tell me."

Zhang Xuming couldn't help but look at Gu Yu, who was sitting on the water pavilion leaning against the beautiful woman leaning on the lake and whispered: "Criminal, this thousand household is worth at least 20,000 taels of silver. Why don't you join forces with Gu Yu to take down this thousand household? I can be responsible for finding a buyer!"

"Don't do anything randomly." Song Mo smiled, "This is what Changxing Hou saw!"

Zhang Xuming couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "He looks at a lot of things? He eats meat, don't he allow others to drink soup?"

"I have my own opinions." Song Mo patted his shoulder, "You just need to help me stare at it."

Zhang Xuming served as the Minister of the Inspector of the Later Army in the Governor's Office.

He nodded.

Song Mo walked towards Gu Yu.

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Sisters and brothers, the pain was so severe in the morning. Although it stopped after the injection, I was weak all over. I barely finished writing this chapter. I took a break and then got up to catch insects. I will try to update before twelve o'clock in the evening. If not, please read it tomorrow!

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