The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 57 The Unthinkable
"Is this gift really useful? I'm afraid that when the time comes, you and I will offend people."

County magistrate Zhao agreed, but after a while he calmed down, and after thinking about it, he felt a little regretful, after all, he didn't know what Geng Qing was going to use the bow for, if he annoyed the angel, he would be the county magistrate.

"Don't worry, the county lord, the people in the palace are physically handicapped, and their minds are definitely different from others. It cannot be deduced by common sense. Whether it will work or not, you only have to try it, and there will always be a turning point."

But what to do, Geng Qing will not say for the time being, after all, if you really want to say it, the Zhao county magistrate in front of you is afraid that he will be imprisoned directly. While talking, two yamen servants who received the order came in with a bow and quiver each. , presented in front of the two.

"County lord, come here with a little bow."

Seeing what the two were holding, Geng Qing approached and took a closer look. The bow in one of the hands was slender and curved like a grass leaf. When he plucked the strings, there was a dull sound of 'collapse', and he nodded with his lips pursed.

"Xianzun, take the bow, and you don't need the arrow."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and weighed it in his hands, then he bowed his hands and said goodbye, before the county magistrate could speak, he turned around and walked outside, walked through the yamen court to the outside, at this time the rain had stopped for a while, and the sun was shining, so he got into the carriage directly , waved: "Dachun, go to the blacksmith shop."

"Then you can sit still!"

Dachun flicked his whip, pulled the ragged horse and turned around at the intersection in front of him, without further delay in the middle, all the way back to the shop, Geng Qing handed the small bow to Blacksmith Wang, stroked the bowstring, and immediately pointed to the bow. He went to the upper and lower corners and ordered the bowstring to be removed. This job was not difficult, but it was just a good one and it was ruined. Only Blacksmith Wang complained while tearing it down.

"This is a waste of a good thing. No matter how bad it is, it's also used by the police. It's a treasure on weekdays. In your hands, it's like a discarded thing."

"Say a few words, I'm of great use, by the way." Geng Qing took the bowstring from his hand, jammed his fingers and compared the length, as he spoke, he seemed to remember something, raised his hand and compared his arm: "Take the time to help me Make six long tubes, about half a foot long, as thick as your wrist, and you will be paid extra."

"What are you using it for?"

"Beat your body."

Seeing Geng Qing go in with the bowstring, Blacksmith Wang wiped the sweat on his face, "It's fine if the stone lock is not enough, just look for some weird things." Looking aside, Dachun was chewing broad beans with loud noises. In the eyes of the blacksmith, he quickly turned around.

"Don't look at me, I won't order you."

Behind the shop, the woman was squatting by the water tank to wash clothes, Qiao Niang was drying beside her, she rolled up her cuffs and used a short stick to pat the sheets and bedding from time to time, a cloud of dust was stirred up and flew into the sun, when she heard the voices in the shop, people walking past the eaves The sound of footsteps, turning around, Geng Qing went to the stove to search for something, quickly put down the short stick, and wiped the wet palm on the apron.

"Sir, what are you looking for, Qiao Niang will help you find it."

"Reamer, can you see it?"

"I know it's there." Su Qiaoniang wiped her hands, and her thin figure quickly ran into a room, and after a while, she came out again: "Here, sir."

After finishing speaking, he stood aside obediently, watching Geng Qing flick a long rope-like strip in his hand, hitting the wall next to him, leaving shallow marks, his eyes lit up immediately, Immediately compared and cut them out with similar lengths, there were about two pairs, and for the remaining part, Geng Qing went to the shop outside, found a thumb-sized piece of iron from a pile of iron filings that was not in use for the time being, and tied it to the bowstring. , stretched in his hands and hit the opposite wall.

With a bang, half of the bricks fell abruptly.

"Collect another one that can be used." He weighed it in his hands like a baby, and Geng Qing smiled and opened the grid where the blueprints, saltpeter and other things were stored before, and put the bowstring in it.

"Later, when you are free, make a self-defense weapon"

He looked at the iron filings that had been polished and scattered all over the floor, and the corners of his mouth curled into a hook. When this thing hits, it can cause quite a lot of damage. It can't kill people, but it can also maim people. If it hits the face, tsk tsk.
Thinking of the picture in his imagination, Geng Qing couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, knowledge is the most important weapon.

Seeing the back figure squatting there smiling without blinking, Su Qiaoniang timidly moved to the side of the blacksmith woman, and whispered: "Mr. Geng, what's the matter? Why are you laughing there alone? It feels a little scary."

"Just get used to it. It happens often. Who knows what bad ideas come to mind."

The blacksmith's wife was also not surprised, she pulled Qiao Niang and whispered about how Geng Qing and his group of four cheated her husband into rivets and rubbed rice when she was still in Niujiaji, she couldn't help laughing: "Everyone outside It is rumored that Mr. Geng is the reincarnation of Crouching Dragon, and it's like playing around with others, but it is said that he has a dark heart, but people close to him know that he has a good heart, don't worry, if you are your own family, the husband will not harm you."

After all, Qiao Niang is 13 years old, and she is still thinking about cheating on rivets and rubbing food. She pursed her lips tightly and suppressed a smile, stroked a few strands of hair, and took a peek at Mr. Geng, who was tidying up things outside, and said She didn't know what Wolong was, and she had never heard of it, but she took her in and bought two sets of clothes, so she should be a good person.

"That's it."

While thinking wildly, Geng Qing outside sighed comfortably, tidied up the gathered things and put them back in the drawer, it was still early outside, so he should take advantage of this time to go out of the city and go back.

Thinking about it, looking back at the girl who was helping the blacksmith's wife to wash her clothes, she should also be taken back with her. She is homeless, and there is only mother to take care of her father.

Geng Qing thought for a moment and made up his mind, called Shang Dachun to drive the carriage over, and went to ask Su Qiaoniang to pack up and follow him back to Geng's Village. Cloth, and a pair of embroidered shoes in his arms, he did not forget to say goodbye to the woman.

Afterwards, she followed Geng Qing into the carriage, looking at the cushioned bed inside, she had never been in such a carriage before, with her embroidered shoes in her arms, and the cloth huddled in the corner crampedly, for fear of staining the cushions.

Geng Qing took a look at her, and took a brush to draw the graphics for exercise on the spread rice paper, "Pour me a glass of water."

"En." Hearing the order, Qiao Niang responded softly, put down the things, and moved them over carefully, so she had to kneel and sit on the soft cushion. After pouring a bowl of clear water, she realized that the husband took the opportunity to let her sit on the soft cushion , with his face slightly lowered, and then looking at the figure on the opposite side with his head buried in his pen, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

'Sir, you're the good guy'

Because of the rain, the road outside the city was muddy and uneven. The carriage staggered along the path to Gengjia Village. The sky was slanting in the west, and the dusk was hanging on the top of the mountain and thrown into the busy fields after the rain. Most of them are busy farmers.

Someone straightened up holding a handful of weeds, and saw a carriage coming from a distance by the side of the road. When he got closer, he could see Dachun driving the carriage with a whip.

"Hey, Dachun, the donkey cart has been replaced by a horse cart? Where's Dazhu?"

"Here it is."

On the side of the carriage, the curtain was lifted, and Geng Qing cupped his hands at the man on the ridge of the field, and called his uncle. The man who was just greeting casually, had to squeeze out a smile and nodded to the young man in the curtain, as a response.

"In the future, everyone can go to the roadside to set up stalls again, so you don't have to worry about the Golden Knife Gang coming again."

After leaving his words, the carriage slowly left. The man looked at the carriage driving to the entrance of the village, and the people around him immediately gathered around.

"What did Da Zhu say just now?"

"He said that there is no need to worry about the Golden Knife Gang in the future, and everyone can continue to set up stalls on the mine road."

"Oh, I see that Da Zhu has changed his carriage. Could it be that... A few days ago, it was not rumored from the city that the leader of the Golden Knife Gang died?"

The man who spoke suddenly lost the farm tools in his hand, and ran into the village. Someone shouted at him, and the man turned his head and replied from a distance: "The woman in the field is doing it. Before it is dark, how many people are there at home?" Take a piece of pancake and sell it for a few cents!"

Over there, the carriage returning to the entrance of the village caused many villagers to go out along the way. Dachun, who was driving the carriage, was the most proud. He kept saying hello to people. From a distance, he saw Widow Zhang standing behind the crowd, grinning and grinning, not stopping. She winked, signaling a certain direction outside the village, causing Widow Zhang to straighten out her thick lumps, spat at him, turned and went home, walking briskly like a little girl.

The carriage stopped at the sunba, and Geng Qing came out of the car, which was not surprising, but when they saw a little girl behind him, many people realized that Geng Qing was making a fortune in the city, and they all brought the maid with them. Be by your side.

"It's just too thin. Dazhu should have looked at it more when he bought it." "Maybe it's cheap?"

"Hey, don't say a few words, Dazhu can't do anything about that matter, who dares to provoke the Golden Knife Gang?"

"What about now, isn't the gang leader dead?"

While everyone was talking, Geng Qing stepped forward to pay respects to Mr. Geng who came out, took the old man to the side, and repeated what he said just now. The villagers went back to sell some tea, soup and cakes.

After Geng Taigong listened, he pinched the young man's arm with his old hand and nodded repeatedly.

"You go back to see your parents first, the grandpa here said to them, go."

"Thank you Mrs. Lao."

Saying goodbye to the old man, Geng Qing took Qiao Niang back to the small courtyard. The evergreen leaves are green all year round, and the ups and downs are really beautiful when the breeze blows by.

On the other side of the courtyard gate, the old couple had heard the news a long time ago. The old man Geng was waiting there early in a wheelchair. The woman beside him still had a steaming pottery bowl in her hand, and the little fox playing with stones at her feet saw the approaching The figure rushed towards Geng Qing with the stone in his mouth, frantically circling around Geng Qing, wagging his tail, raised his long face, and wanted to give him the stone in his mouth.

click~
The stone flew into the distance, and the red fox squatted on the ground and tilted its head, looking suspiciously at its owner who threw the stone.

"Zhuzi, drink some water first when you get home."

After sipping the warm water brought by the woman, Geng Qing called his mother, but the old man Geng couldn't say anything, but simply said: "Go back to the hospital."

Geng Qing smiled, and called the timid girl behind her, and while pushing the old man Geng, she talked about her background. Hearing about the human trafficking of the Golden Knife Gang and the fight at night made the old couple tremble for a while, Knowing Qiaoniang's life experience, Wang Jinqiu patted her head pityingly.

"Then stay."

Back in the courtyard, Qiao Niang put down the things in her hands, saw the fire at the stove, rolled up her cuffs diligently, and helped to start the fire. The woman was cooking the dishes in the pot with a spatula, looking at the small Face, the more I look at it, the more I like it.

Under the eaves, the old man Geng was weaving baskets while chatting with his son about what he was doing in the city, telling him not to go on evil paths, and to behave in a decent manner.

Soon after dinner, mother and Qiaoniang were talking and laughing outside, and the room was lit. Geng Qing spread out the rice paper, polished the ink, and continued to outline the treadmill where the carriage was not finished.

The swaying firelight cuts out a figure and casts it on the window lattice. In the dead of night, a wind blows in the courtyard. The lotus step kicks the skirt and walks gently. A thin figure pushes open the door and enters the room.

Qiao Niang picked up the wick with a twig, and the fire became brighter. The young man who was painting and calligraphy turned his head, smiled at her, and said, "Go to sleep."

Looking at the wet ink and the formed picture, he walked to the bedside with the lamp and blew out the lamp.

(End of this chapter)