Arranging to meet at Wenfang Society later, Zhou Jiren knew they still had matters to discuss, so he and Feng Yunzhang left.
After they left, Zhang Baoju and the others relaxed and hired Beisitian as an honorary technical advisor. She would enjoy the benefits of a shop owner in a first-tier city and only provide technical assistance. If any embroidery work was produced, it would be given priority to Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop.
Beisitian was very satisfied with this. Besides the benefits, she had a lot of freedom. Although she bore the title of a technical advisor for Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop, unlike the resident technical advisors, she didn’t have to go to work every day.
At home, she was indispensable. She couldn’t be at work on time every day anyway, and the Zhang Family understood this. Even if they didn’t, there was nothing they could do.
After signing the contract, both parties chatted for a moment before going their separate ways. Zhang Baoli saw Beisitian off at the door, holding her hand with heartfelt gratitude!
"No need to thank me; you helped me first." Beisitian smiled and said.
"I helped you?" Zhang Baoli couldn’t recall when she had helped her.
"Remember when I asked to be a nominal embroidery woman at your place? This title is very useful to me." Beisitian said.
Zhang Baoli was taken aback. She hadn’t expected that agreeing to such a small favor would leave such an impression on Beisitian, who now reciprocated so generously!
Unaware of Zhang Baoli’s musings, Beisitian left Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop and headed to Wenfang Society.
Compared to Jishi Pharmacy, Wenfang Society is closer from here.
Arriving at Wenfang Society, Zhou Jiren and Feng Yunzhang were sitting there, drinking tea.
The two people invited her to sit with them.
"Boss Feng, here are the words for this time." Beisitian said, taking out the script from her bag.
According to Feng Yunzhang’s suggestion, it was a couplet written in running script.
Beisitian’s running script had a very ethereal and dynamic quality. Every time Feng Yunzhang looked at it, he felt it was delightful.
The only pity was that Beisitian was not famous. Otherwise, this piece would definitely sell for a significant amount!
This couplet consisted of thirty words in total, priced at one yuan per word, totaling thirty yuan!
This was also why Beisitian said she would not casually take on embroidering work anymore. It was not as Zhang Family thought, that she was putting on airs after being able to embroider Double-sided Three-different Embroidery. Instead, a piece of embroidering work might earn her little, while a piece of calligraphy easily earned her thirty yuan!
You say Double-sided Three-different Embroidery could sell for tens of thousands?
Try embroidering many pieces, and the price will definitely drop. Rarity is precious. Why is gold a precious metal? Just because it is rare!
Moreover, creating this piece consumed half a month of her time and energy. Over the long term, it could easily harm her spirit!
For Beisitian, whether it’s embroidery or calligraphy, both are means to provide upfront security. Ultimately, her goal is to be a Mystic Doctor!
After the transaction, Beisitian didn’t hurry to leave. She sat down and chatted with them. Both knew a lot, albeit in different areas. Talking to them was immensely beneficial, allowing Beisitian to understand the world more!
Because the two were from different fields, their conversations usually had some intersections. But as they talked, they ended up discussing Mr. Wu again.
Beisitian noticed that Mr. Wu had been a popular topic lately, as she overheard Zhang Baoju and others mention him during casual conversations when she signed the contract at Bao Niang Embroidery Workshop.
It seems he wasn’t just a scholar but also someone from the military. When talking about Mr. Wu, many would call him the old commander!
Beisitian felt a bit puzzled. Historically, there was a contrast between literary and martial prowess. In her past life, as the country was peaceful, scholars were esteemed more than warriors, typically looking down on them, while warriors disdained associating with scholars, calling them pedantic.
Perhaps this contrast didn’t exist in this world, or due to the times’ progression, such an opposition was in the past; despite Mr. Wu being from a military background, he was indeed a scholar.
Feng Yunzhang’s discussions about Mr. Wu often revolved around calligraphy and paintings, while Zhou Jiren mostly spoke about his military career.
Moreover, Beisitian noticed that Zhou Jiren seemed very familiar with military affairs.
She remembered Zhou Jiren mentioning that there were soldiers in his family, which also brought to mind the matter of the satchel. Could it be that someone in his family was indeed in the military?
Zhou Jiren’s familiarity with the military was not easily noticeable, but Beisitian was observant. In his conversations related to military topics, he naturally emphasized national strength and prosperity the most, but regarding certain details, he was incredibly familiar.
Such familiarity with unnoticed details usually comes from personal experience.
However, his assistant Ma Jian Country stated that Zhou Jiren returned from overseas under a national policy. How could he have served in the military!
So, does that mean someone in his family indeed served in the military?
Yet, isn’t it too coincidental that there’s also an ’Xu’ in the name, embroidered on the lower right corner!
While chatting with them, Beisitian was slightly distracted, roughly analyzing Zhou Jiren’s matters in her mind. Due to limited interactions, she hadn’t found any obvious flaws.
"This time Mr. Wu is staying in a villa in Qingzhou Town for some rest. He’ll likely stay for a while." Feng Yunzhang sighed. Such a good person, yet his health is so poor. It feels like he might pass away at any moment.
"We’ve been discussing for so long, yet I haven’t even met Mr. Wu in person. I have long heard of Mr. Wu’s renowned reputation and am quite embarrassed. Brother Feng, if you get a chance, please introduce me." Zhou Jiren said regretfully.
"Mr. Wu’s temperament is somewhat eccentric. If someone doesn’t please him, he won’t meet them." Feng Yunzhang said with a bitter smile.
Zhou Jiren was neither a scholar nor a soldier, and given Mr. Wu’s declining health, he likely had no energy to meet someone in whom he had no interest.
Zhou Jiren seemed to understand this reason, sighed, and didn’t say more.
After chatting for some time, Beisitian went home.
Looking at the mud wall mixed with wheat stalks in front of her, Beisitian thought of selling the screen when the time was right. The money from that could be used to build the house, after all, having comfortable living conditions is very necessary.
However, these matters had to wait until Mrs. Qin’s eyesight was restored. By then, they could also see if Luo Anguo’s leg could be treated. His condition had been lingering for a long time, and Beisitian was still somewhat uncertain. Besides, she hadn’t examined it closely. Even if it could be treated, it would probably take some time. As of now, Mrs. Qin’s eyesight was showing improvement.