Poor family mother and son

Chapter 507 A Full Day

It was not easy for the Meng family to resell iron ingots in Fuzhou.

The daily output of the mining area is recorded, and they want to keep it privately, but they can't keep much.

But with gunpowder, it’s different. They arranged for people to go in and use gunpowder for “explosive” mining to get more iron ore for smelting to increase the number of their iron ingots.

That is to say, because of the existence of Lei Xiaopao, Erfang has increased the weight in Dafang's heart and received more dividends than other Fangtou.

And Lei Xiaopao was grateful for Meng Yong's kindness in saving his life, and obeyed Meng Yong's words.

You know, with a staff of one hundred, people who can survive can't live for half a year, not to mention the crime of "the punishment of the shackles", which is worse than death.

Since Lei Xiaopao joined Meng Yong, his life is better than before. Drinking and eating meat is also a common thing. Apart from providing a certain amount of gunpowder every month and running errands for Meng Yong, he has no other tasks. .

He has more time to study his "hobby", but unfortunately there is not enough gunpowder and other materials - not much left every month.

But it is also enough for him to tinker with some gadgets, such as this "smoke ball".

He found that although the power of the explosion was not great, it could release thick smoke, which was convenient for him to escape when he lost in gambling, and he could sell it for one tael of silver each.

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The coachman and Mrs. Li estimated that they would wake up in a while, Xiao Bao asked to throw Mrs. Li into the carriage and let her be with Meng Yue.

The coachman just passed out on the ground, and it was not cold. When he woke up, he would naturally take the mother and daughter home.

The others were tied together, tied in strips of their clothes, and if they were lucky enough to break free, they would run naked.

Xiaobao thought simply, he just threw the person on the ground and ignored him, and left with Shui Damao.

Shuimaomao's approach is more "clean".

Xiaobao left on the front foot, and on the back foot he brought Lei Xiaopao and a few broken reminders to "plant" in the lotus lake with a few other Mao Maos to make fertilizer.

If it is possible to reveal Xiaobao's identity or whereabouts, why keep it, New Year's?

As Lei Xiaopao said, Meng Yong was in his own jade shop with Miss Yanluo in his arms.

Meng Yong felt that today was really fulfilling, and while "making up" a good son-in-law for himself, he hugged Nephrite and Wenxiang at the same time, without delay.

Looking at the sky, he reckoned that Lei Xiaopao should be back, and when he goes there himself to scare the child, everything will be fine, and he can go to the cloud and rain with Miss Yanluo in his arms.

There is a small processing workshop in the backyard of the shop. Some customers are dissatisfied with the goods, so they take them here for a little repair.

Miss Yanluo was very satisfied with the jade surface she got, but she was more interested in polishing the jade, so she kept looking inside, fascinated.

Jade, for the Meng family, has a small cost and a lot of benefits——Ben, one is the country’s iron ingots, which don’t cost their own money, and the other is the expenses on the caravan road, but the caravan travels once, and the goods sold A lot, spread out evenly, not much in terms of jade.

But it is different in the market.

The average price of Worth Jade is [-]% higher than that of local jade. It is a high-end luxury item that ordinary people never dare to think about, and the small rich families buy it carefully, and only the rich and powerful often buy it.

So Miss Yanluo didn't complain at all about not participating in the evening boat tour today: laughing with a group of people, how can I earn a pair of jade noodles?

Everyone is in a good mood, only the shopkeeper is depressed.

Especially today, when people went to admire the lotus, the shop was very deserted, and the second master came to pick up things for nothing, really poaching the corners of his own house and picking up his own wool.

I can't see the old and unscrupulous appearance of the second master with his arms around the prostitute. He is afraid that he will bring down the young guys in the store. The shopkeeper and the guys are guarding the store. As for the old jade craftsmen in the backyard...

Oh, wish you luck.But you're not too young, you haven't seen anything!
"Get out! This is also the place where you can come in?!" The waiter yelled at the door, and a half-grown child with the appearance of a beggar was about to enter the door.

"Someone asked me to deliver a letter, so it's fine if you don't let me in. Anyway, it won't delay my business!" said the little beggar, then turned and left.

"Cut! Little beggar, who are you kidding!" The man curled his lips disapprovingly.

"Cut! It's not a restaurant, it's useless to lie to you!" The little beggar was not to be outdone, and retorted as he walked: "The one with the surname Lei is the liar!"

Hearing "the one surnamed Lei", the shopkeeper remembered the second master's order, saying that as soon as Lei Xiaopao came back, let Lei Xiaopao find him in the backyard, and quickly called the little beggar: "Wait, do you really have a letter?"

"Are you the shopkeeper? A man surnamed Lei asked to give you this, saying that it can be exchanged for two coins." The little beggar handed over a note.

The shopkeeper opened it and read on it: "The lady and the girl are arguing to kill me, the master is here to make the decision." It was signed by Lei Xiaopao, and there was no address.

The handwriting is crooked, and there are only a few words in total, and three of them are wrong.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to delay, so he immediately went to the backyard to look for Meng Yong after giving the little beggar two copper coins.

Meng Yong was so happy, he asked Miss Yanluo to wait for him here, and she would come back as soon as she said she wanted to go.

According to the earlier agreement, Lei Xiaopao would take the carriage back to Mengyong's other courtyard in the city, and then the carriage "unfortunately" broke down, allowing people to "inadvertently" see the disheveled Xiaobao inside.

Now that Lei Xiaopao is asking for help, it is estimated that Mrs. Li is making a fuss in the other courtyard. Lei Xiaopao must not be able to resist Li's temper.

Meng Yong didn't expect that Mrs. Li would be among them, that's even better, when she made a fuss, the commotion became even bigger, and the marriage between his daughter and Xiaobao would be considered a success!
Meng Yong took the boy and rushed out the door excitedly.

Sitting in the sedan chair, I felt that I hadn't gone very far. Suddenly, the sedan chair stopped.

"What's going on?" Meng Yong asked.No one answered outside.

This treatment is the same as that of Xiaobao.

Opening the curtain to see, the bearer and the servant are gone, and looking again, I don't know which alley this is, and there is no one, so I can't help cursing: "Where did you die?!"

When no one answered, Meng Yong became even angrier. He got out of the sedan chair and saw...it was pitch black.

A black cloth bag was wrapped around his head, and just as he was about to call out, a voice rang in his ears: "If you dare to make a sound, I will stab you to death!"

Accompanied by these words, Meng Yong felt a tingling pain in his waist, as if something sharp had pierced into the fat in his waist.

Meng Yong felt that he had entered a room, tripped over the threshold and fell, and didn't dare to call out.

Then he was carried in and tied to a chair.

Someone took off the black cloth bag on his head, but he still couldn't see anything.

Then, in the rustling, oil lamps were lit under his feet, one, two, three... a half circle around his feet.

The person who lit the oil lamp was a man with white hair and a white robe. He squatted at his feet to light the oil lamp. His figure looked thin and his outstretched hands were frighteningly white.

Meng Yong looked at the back of the man's head and hands in disbelief. His white hair, fair skin, and white robe reminded him of... a ghost.

"Shua!" The man "flyed" after lighting the oil lamp at his feet, very quickly, and flew above his head.

He couldn't help looking up, only to see a cauldron hanging above his head, and the man just now was putting a rope made of white wool into the cauldron.

He didn't know if there was tung oil in the pot or the tung oil lamps under his feet, Meng Yong could only feel the smell of tung oil in his breath.

The man's pale, bloodless bare feet hung beside Meng Yong's head. He put half of the linen rope in the pot, and the other half hung down.

(End of this chapter)