Luo nine needles

Chapter 22

The owner was not born in a wheelchair, but fell off a horse five years ago, and then lost his leg.

From then on, the boss always locked himself in the house, and they often forgot that there was a boss. Fortunately, shopkeeper Lu would mention it in his mouth to remind them that the boss was still alive.

"My boss got this car, I really had a lot of fun." The clerk holding the dim sum couldn't help but smile again, "But to be honest, this car is quite fun, I want to ride on it."

The wheelbarrow was turning around in the hall, and it reached the table in the blink of an eye, but the next moment, as Wei Dongjia's arm twisted to the left, the cart slid to the left again, making another circle.

Although the sound is not too loud and not that noisy, but it is very disturbing if it keeps ringing, especially when the figure in front of you is still dangling...

"Wei Song!" Shopkeeper Lu threw the counting chip on the table, and looked at the old man who was shaking the cart opposite, "You used to be annoying when you talked, but now you are annoying when you don't talk! Can you please stop shaking!"

Wei Dongjia didn't sarcastically retort like before, but said "oh".

"Okay, sorry to bother you," he said, "I'm going out now—"

Accompanied by the word GO, he shook the handrail, and the cart carried him outward.

Since the leg became disabled, in order to make it easier to push the cart, the threshold in Ruyi Square was removed. Shopkeeper Lu was not worried about him being tripped over, but this is leading to the outer courtyard, and not all the steps have been paved——

There was a rattling sound from the wheel outside, mixed with the grunt of the old man.

This old boy, don't be crazy and shake the car down the steps. This is a standing car, not a sitting car. If you fall down and stand upright, you will fall half to death. The shopkeeper Lu rushed out nervously, seeing that Wei Dong's family really rushed After going down the steps, but not falling down, the wheelbarrow seemed to turn into a reclining chair all of a sudden, and Wei Dongjia lay straight on it, looking very funny.

Being funny is better than falling to death, shopkeeper Lu scolded: "Yes!"

At the same time, two women walked in from outside.

Wei Dong's family lay in the car and saw it, and snorted: "You can't walk down the steps with this."

Oh, Shopkeeper Lu rolled his eyes.

Qixing said: "There are some who can walk, but your arms are not strong enough to carry your legs."

This sentence seemed to make Wei Dong's family want to jump up from the car, but unfortunately, he broke his leg and couldn't do it.

"Help me up, help me up." He shouted, "You surnamed Lu, what are you watching!"

Because of the cart, Wei Dong's family couldn't wait to drive the servants back home.

Shopkeeper Lu just walked over, slowly pushed the car down the steps, and helped shake the armrest, and the recliner returned to its seat.

Wei Dongjia was supposed to stand up, but was held down by shopkeeper Lu.

"The two arms you have to struggle with are also useless?" Shopkeeper Lu said, looking at Qixing again, "Miss Ah Qi, your arms and legs are useless, do you still have a car?"

Qixing thought for a while: "There are."

Shopkeeper Lu couldn't help laughing.

Wei Dongjia didn't laugh, and didn't say any more harsh words.

"Miss Qixing." He said, "Please sit down and talk."

……

.......
Sitting in Wei Dong's room again, his eyes were no longer ignoring, but dignified and focused.

"Miss Seven Star's apprenticeship turned out to be more than just a carpenter." Dongjia Wei said, "It's a machinist."

Chairs, utensils, and carpenters can make them, but not all carpenters can make moving chairs, and moving chairs are no longer utensils, but machines.

Those who are skillful in technique are called weapons.

Qixing said: "I, I guess."

Is it... sounds like a lot?Do you feel that your crafting skills are too shallow to be called a machinist?
But she doesn't look embarrassed either...

Wei Dong's family and shopkeeper Lu couldn't help asking: "Who did Miss Qixing learn from?"

Machinists are rare, and their status is very high. They can't be seen with such an identity, and they can only look up and observe the skills passed down by them every day.

At her age, to be able to make such an exquisite instrument, her mastery must be extraordinary.

In the past two days, they have also been thinking carefully, and indeed they have never heard of a famous mechanic with the surname Yue.

Or, instead of inheriting the Yue surname.

The girl does not give her last name, only her first name.

This is not surprising, after all, the sages said that people, regardless of their origins, are all ministers of heaven, so many people abandon their surnames and only keep their first names when they enter the industry.

There are also many mechanics in the family who only have first names but no surnames.

I couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, so I could only ask directly.

Seven Star said: "Nature is holy science."

These words made Wei Dong's family and shopkeeper Lu a little speechless, yes, that's right, it is natural to inherit the knowledge of the ancestors when you enter the door.

I don't want to say it?
Forget it, it’s fine if you don’t want to say it, they don’t pry into other people’s privacy either.

"Then let's talk about the previous matter." Wei Dongjia said directly, "Miss Qixing's skill is very beneficial, and can save the victim."

This is promised.

Qixing got up and raised his hand in a salute: "Please eliminate the harm in the world!"

Wei Dongjia shook the armrest, and the wheelchair turned slowly. He supported his back and hips to make him stand up, rested his arms on the armrest, and clasped his fists in return.

"For the benefit of the world, you should go to the fire and die, and death will never come sooner."

……

.......
A workshop in Dongshi is unremarkable in the lush county town.

There are many workshops and shops in the city, and many people can't even be called by name, which is not worth mentioning to the majestic magistrate's yamen.

The magistrate Zhou Yuan, who has been in office for less than half a year, still can't recognize the officials in his jurisdiction, let alone any businessmen.

Of course, the merchants and grassroots people in his jurisdiction are all his people, and they are all in his heart. He hopes that his people will have no worries about food and clothing, and he hopes that the rule will be peaceful and happy.

But such a simple thing is not easy to do.

In the deep night, with flickering candles, Zhou Zhifu, who was wearing a thin shirt, didn't feel sleepy. Facing the papers and books piled up on the table, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

"Come on, come on," he shouted.

There were soft footsteps outside the door, and someone answered.

Zhou Zhifu closed his eyes and knocked on the table: "Add tea, add tea."

Footsteps came over, and the tea made a soft sound.

"My lord, it's been a few days, I still need to rest early." At the same time, a voice advised.

This is not the attendant who is always by his side. Zhou Zhifu opened his eyes and saw a clerk in his 50s.

These officials are different from their officials. Most of them are locals, and once they hold a position, they will live their lives.

The status cannot be compared with that of an official, but it is not to the point of being squeezed out by the tribe and serving tea and water in the middle of the night.

On the contrary, every official knows that these old officials should not be underestimated.

"Old Cao, why haven't you rested yet?" Zhou Zhifu said, frowning again, "Who is lazy and asked you to be on duty?"

Cao Lidian smiled and said, "No, I'm old and I don't feel much." After finishing speaking, he looked at the documents piled up on his desk and sighed, "What's more, adults can't sleep, and we can't sleep too."

It sounds like an expression of solidarity with the adults, but in fact, Zhou Zhifu said in his heart that he is not of the same mind as these officials.

Now that he is checking the county's finances and taxes, besides his physical and mental exhaustion, these subordinates with dirty hands and feet are even more disturbed.

"Don't dare to live up to the emperor's great trust." Zhou Zhifu didn't dig out his heart and lungs with him, and said a scene, "The only thing to do is to do things with all your heart."

Cao Lidian did not compliment, but looked dignified.

"My lord, the key to this matter is not the matter, but the people." He said.

Ok?Zhou Zhifu was slightly taken aback.

Without waiting for Zhou Zhifu to decide what to say, Cao Lidian continued: "If you want to do this thing well, just get rid of Ning Lu."

Good guy, Zhou Zhifu's hand holding the teacup slightly trembled, it's the middle of the night, is it the hell?

　Happy Holidays~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)