Luo nine needles

seven stars.

Inside the pawn shop, the proprietor's fingers gently stroked the embroidered butterfly, feeling the two hidden names on it.

Artisans will love to mark their names in hidden places.

Miss Qixing is no exception, she even likes her very much.

"Someone at the door said before that the farm tools she made were all marked with names." the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Since we have bought the skills of the head master and encountered difficulties, we will treat it as an after-sales warranty." The owner said, "Although this Mrs. Huang is young, she has a tenacious temperament. .”

The shopkeeper nodded: "I will let people watch."

The owner stroked the word Qixing again with his hand, and asked what came to mind: "What did you say in the letter a few days ago? The head has decided on a new name?"

Some Mohists like to have a name when they first enter the world, but there are not many who choose a name halfway like the leader.

The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, it's called Nine Needles, and it's named after the six-foot sword that was hidden by the Juzi's order."

When it comes to taking charge first, the boss looks sad but also admiring.

Two years ago, the emperor announced that he had killed the last principal culprit in the case of King Jin, and gave amnesty to the world. Immediately afterwards, Momen announced the truth of what happened back then. Liu Shusheng of Momen wrote an emotional story, telling everyone The Mohist who died in Jin did not follow the King of Jin to seek rebellion, but prevented the King of Jin from rebelling, and also forged the skills of the Mo Sage into a living artifact. Now farm tools have been promoted in various places, and the city defense of the capital has also It's almost over.

Being the head of Luo Gong first should be remembered.

"Nine Needles." My boss nodded, "Good name."

Having said that, he smiled again.

"The head is getting married, is our gift ready?"

The shopkeeper nodded with a strong smile: "It's ready, it will be loaded and transported to Beitang today."

There are people coming and going on the road, and the cars and horses are sparkling.

As they traveled, Liang Erzi and Liang Liuzi carried more and more burdens.

"I think it's better to hire a car!" Liang Liuzi said with a face, "I put on armor and weapons, but they don't bear such a heavy load!"

Liang Erzi looked forward. There was a large teahouse at the intersection of Guan Road ahead, with colorful flags flying in the spring light.

"Here we are." He said, pointing to the front, "This is the place where the third brother and the fourth brother agreed to meet."

The two approached quickly, and at a glance they saw a lot of military horses under the outer stable, and another large cart with the Liang's military flag flying.

Liang Liuzi suddenly became happy: "The third brother and the fourth brother were smart and pulled the cart directly." After saying that, he didn't rush into the teahouse. He jumped off the horse and called to his entourage to unload the baggage, "Quick, put mine on it too. I You can’t carry it any longer.”

The third son of Liang, the fourth son of Liang, was sitting on the second floor and saw them too. He leaned against the window and shouted, "Sixth son, it's not you who carried it!"

The two sides laughed loudly. They hadn't seen each other for two years, and their faces were full of joy. Liang Liuzi and Liang Erzi strode into the building, and saw that the hall on the first floor was also full of people, especially the one inside surrounded by a screen. There are a lot of people, sitting and standing, constantly making noisy noises, some applauding, some lamenting, mixed with the sound of dice hitting.
"Gathering a crowd to gamble?" Liang Liuzi stared, "Doesn't the local government care about it?"

When he finished speaking, he heard a lazy voice from over there, "Hey, outsider, don't talk nonsense, we are playing a game!"

There were too many people and the screen blocked it, so the speaker could not be seen. The voice was a young man.

The ears are sharp!Liang Liuzi said in his heart that he wanted to refute, but Liang Erzi caught him.

"Don't make trouble!" Liang Erzi scolded, and pushed him, "Go up."

Liang Liuzi glanced at the screen over there, curled his lips, and went upstairs.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd on the screen is still there, and some people are urging "Hurry up and start." "What are you talking about with outsiders!"

The young man sitting surrounded by a group of envious people was almost knocked over.

"Don't rush, don't rush," he said, "step on my shoe, it's broken—"

Speaking of lifting their feet, the four or five people who squeezed over only felt a sway, like the wind swept by, and retreated.

The young man lowered his head and put the dropped shoes on his feet.

This is a straw sandal.

"A broken straw sandal, if you step on it, it will be broken, how much is it worth!" The man standing next to him said angrily, while shaking the money bag in his arms, "Come here, the uncle will give you a coin, you go buy a pair! "

"One money is not enough." The young man raised his head, showing a refreshing and handsome face, and raised his foot, almost reaching the tip of the man's nose, "My straw sandals are inlaid with gold."

Inlaid with gold
Whose straw sandals are inlaid with gold?
But looking at the straw sandals in front of the tip of the nose, squinting, you can see that there are gold and silver threads wrapped around them, shining in your eyes.

The next moment he put his foot down, and it was replaced by a young man's smiling face. He raised his hand and pointed to the three porcelain bowls on the table.

"When the wind comes, there is money, but when it blows away, there is no shadow."

"There are comings and goings, and the eyes know the gold."

"Come, come, take a look and guess which bowl the gold is in. Whoever guesses correctly will get it."

Accompanied by his yelling, the surrounding crowd suddenly surged up, making even bigger noises.

The hustle and bustle was not endless. When the Liang family brothers went downstairs, they saw that the bustle in front of the screen had dissipated. There was a young man leaning on a chair, and there was only a man in despair sitting in front of him.

"Brother, it's not that I won't take you to play. You have no money, and you still owe me so much money. How can you play?" The young man said helplessly, one brother at a time, with a friendly expression, but the next words were not so kind .

"It's only natural to pay off debts. I'm a craftsman, so you can't bully me."

"If you bully me, I can only report to the official. In fact, it is easy to solve the problem if you report to the official. The lord of the county government likes to chop people's hands very much."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the man's hand on the table.

As if being crawled by a snake, the distraught man suddenly woke up and hid back in fear: "Don't, don't cut off my hand, I'll pay it back, I'll pay it back—"

The young man looked at him: "What do you pay back? Did you pawn off the house last time? You have no land, so what else?"

The man murmured: "What else do I have?" Suddenly his eyes lit up, "I still have a wife!"

Hearing this, Liang Liuzi, who pricked up his ears, let out a huff: "This is not a bet or anything, you have to sell your wife—"

Before he finished speaking, he was held up by Liang Sanzi and Liang Sizi, and dragged outside.

"There are so many things like this, what do you want to do?"

"It must not be a day or two for that person to set up a stall to gamble in this tea shed. No one cares, can you manage?"

"Also, what can I do if I take care of this kid? That gambler has gone crazy and is hopeless. If he doesn't gamble here, he will go to other places to gamble."

The two pulled Liang Liuzi out of the tea shed.

"Old Six, people can only save themselves, not others." Liang Erzi said,
Liang Liuzi looked back and saw that the man seemed to have got some kind of promise, and he ran out with a happy face. Behind him, the young man leaned on a chair and threw a dice cup with a smile. His smile was beautiful and heart-warming. Chill
He flicked his sleeves, spat, turned and walked towards the stable.

"Let's go, go home! Pick up a new wife!"

A group of people, traveling in cars and horses, headed north with a hustle and bustle. The young people sitting in the tea shed lazily watched the rising dust and smoke.

"The surname Liang is really stupid." He shook his head and said to himself, "Qi Xing married, it's really...fortunately, that dog's surname is not Liang anymore."

He picked up one of the three bowls on display, raised it up and shouted at the shop assistant.

"Have some salted beans!"

The store clerk responded and brought the salted beans over and poured them into a bowl.

The young man ate beans one by one, eating them attentively and seriously, as if isolated from the outside world, until the gambler who had rushed out outside the tea shed rushed in again, pulling a thin woman by the hand.

"My lord, my lord, someone brought it here." The gambler said happily, he slapped a paperwork for selling his wife on the table, and pushed his wife forward, "Here, here you are."

The young man raised his eyelids to look at the woman, then raised his chin: "Here, IOU."

The gambler happily grabbed a few IOUs from the table, and was about to leave happily, but was stopped by the young man again.

"I think your wife looks pretty good." He said with a smile, then reached out and touched an upside-down bowl on the table, "I can't take advantage of you and give you more money."

The gambler was overjoyed. He opened the bowl and saw a piece of silver lying underneath. He grabbed it.

"With the money, you might be able to turn around." The young man said with a smile.

If the gambler looks carefully, he can see the cruelty and chill in this smile, but the gambler can't see anything except money, and he grabs the money and laughs a few times, "Yes, I'm going to turn over, I If I want to get rich, I must win."

After shouting, he rushed out.

It was almost evening at this time, and there were not many customers in the tea shed. Seeing the gambler like this, no one took a second look. The waiter in the shop turned a blind eye and only walked over to pour tea for the young man.

"What do you want to eat, sir?" He asked respectfully.

The young man shook his head: "I sit here every day, and I don't eat until I'm hungry." After that, he glanced at the woman standing beside him.

Seeing him, the originally numb woman shrank back with some timidity.

"Hey, do you eat?" the young man asked.

The woman did not dare to speak and wanted to bury her head in the ground. From the corner of her eye, she watched the young man's slender hands turning over his body.

"Tao Dani, you are from Taojiazhuang, do you have any relatives at home?"

When asked, the woman murmured: "Yes, there is an old lady."

The word "Mother" slipped across the tip of her tongue, and the tears she had already shed welled up again.

My mother is already suffering so much that if she learns that she has been sold, she doesn’t know if she can survive.

Forget it, let the two of you die together, and stay with us on the road to Huangquan.

"As for your man, he will gamble again. If he gambles again, he will die." The young man's voice came, "You can go home, and there will be no future troubles in the future. Let's live a good life with your mother."

Hearing this sentence, the woman didn't seem to understand, she raised her head and stared blankly at the young man.

what?
"I said you, you can go, go home." The young man said impatiently, "Oh, go back to your home."

He said and shook his body.

The seemingly light piece of paper did not fall to the ground, but landed in the woman's arms.

The woman grabbed it subconsciously, her body trembling, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Oh, there's more." The young man knocked on another upside-down bowl on the table again and reached out to open it. "This is your man's money. You can live with it."

Seeing a piece of gold appearing out of nowhere under the bowl, the woman couldn't hold it any longer, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to the young man.

"Grandfather—"

Numb and dry tears gushed out like a fountain, blurring vision and hoarse voice.

"Grandfather—"

"My benefactor—"

The young man looked at the woman kneeling and kowtowing loudly, leaning on the back of the chair, and gently stroked her temples with her hand.

"I'm not called Bengong." He said, "You can call me Wuming."

This name is loud enough.

Gao Xiaoliu thought.

Good morning.

(It’s not finished yet, there’s another chapter tomorrow hahahaha, it’s really what that book friend said, let’s make it up