Luo nine needles

Chapter 48

It wasn't just Gao Xiaoliu who was sitting in the casino who was shocked.

There are tall, simple-faced farmers working in the field, looking at the imprints of withered grass on the ground, forgetting to swing their hoes.

There is a sweaty chef in the back kitchen of a restaurant in a town, holding a knife in one hand and a wooden menu sign handed over by the waiter in the other. He seems to be shocked by some dish, the sweat on his face dripping into his eyes and he forgets to blink.

There is a middle-aged scribe sitting in a private school who doesn’t care about the children who are fighting with each other in the classroom. He seems to be fascinated by the book, until his eyes hurt from reading, and he has to raise his sleeves to cover his face and rub his eyes.

There is a beggar squatting on the street, holding half a pancake thrown by a kind person. I don’t know if it’s been a long time since I saw fresh food, and I’m reluctant to put it in my mouth until the beggar next to me can’t stand it anymore and wants to grab it. He devoured it voraciously, choking until tears fell.

There was a lone traveler standing at the gate of the city waiting for inspection, full of travel and dust, looking at the official arrest documents on the wall, as if he was fascinated by the unrecognizable portrait of his master, the late autumn wind blew away his hat covering his head and face Didn't notice either.

There is a prostitute who is leaning against the entrance of a brothel to buy flowers, and seems to be dazed by the basket full of flowers, not knowing how to choose, and has no wit to entertain guests.

Although Mrs. Dong didn't want Qixing to stay up late at night to catch up with work, Linglongfang not only rented a house, but also provided enough lamp oil, so the house was brightly lit at night, and the window sills reflected the figure of a woman threading a needle in front of an embroidery frame.

Of course, if someone really walked into the house, they would see that the woman sitting under the lamp was not Qixing, but the maid Qingzhi.

Qingzhi is not just pretending, she is practicing embroidery skills according to Qixing's instructions, she is unfamiliar and clumsy, but she is serious and focused.

As Miss Xinghuashan Qixing's maid, she also needs to be as dexterous as the lady, and can help the lady when necessary, even if she is just a substitute to cover for the lady.

Ruyifang's workshop is also brightly lit.

Unlike holding an embroidery needle, the Seven Star here is tied up his sleeves, holding a long knife and saw in his hand, stepping on the pedal, and bowing to saw the plank.

The smell of sawdust filled his nostrils.

Wei Dongjia stood aside, fixed his body with a wheelbarrow, squinted at a piece of wood with his hands, and picked up a pen to mark it from time to time.

Although this wheeled cart was made by Qixing, Wei Dong's family must follow suit and strive to build the wheeled cart by himself in the future.

Momen has never been stingy with skills, as long as they want to learn, they will teach them all.

Shopkeeper Lu was also on the side, but he was not a carpenter and was not interested in craftsman skills. He was looking at the booklet on the table and fiddling with calculations in his hand, just like in the counting room.

"So far, we have received a total of [-] responses." He said, and couldn't help feeling emotional, "I really didn't expect that there are so many people here."

The last time I asked about the capital, there was no surprise that the capital responded. Although Wei Dong’s family was mean to the capital, everyone thought so, and the halls in the capital naturally had a better life than other places.

This time they sent messages from all directions.

Even got a response.

"However, they are all expressing surprise and inquiry, and there are not many appeals." Shopkeeper Lu put away his emotions and said, "There are only a few, and——"

His face was serious.

"The capital said that the government has noticed and is investigating strictly. Let us be more secure."

Although Wei Dong's family felt that what Jingcheng said was right, they still snorted: "They are not safe, why should they care about us."

Shopkeeper Lu ignored Dong Wei's family, and looked at Qixing: "Miss Qixing, the situation is indeed serious, do you want to make this family alive again?"

Qixing held the saw and stood up straight: "Because of the severe situation, I have to live even more, hide and hide, people's hearts are scattered, and there is no one to help when something happens, and the family business will really be cut off."

At five o'clock, Qixing left Ruyi Workshop through a secret door.

When shopkeeper Lu came back after delivering Qixing, he saw that Wei Dong’s family was still in the workshop, looking at Qixing’s unfinished cart, carefully comparing them.

"I said." Shopkeeper Lu asked, "Don't you think it's a joke?"

Wei Dong's family picked it up and asked, "What nonsense? Be the master?"

Speaking of this, he laughed so loudly that he couldn't hold it steady.

Shopkeeper Lu had to stop what he was about to say to interrupt him: "Don't drill your hands through, although I'm curious what kind of car Miss Qixing will build."

Shopkeeper Lu is no worse than his boss when it comes to harsh words.

Wei Dong's family laughed, and asked: "Old Lu, tell the truth, have you ever thought about being the head?"

Shopkeeper Lu glared at him and said nothing.

"I know you have self-knowledge now, but what about when you were young? Did you never think about it when you didn't have self-knowledge and didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth?" Dongjia Wei asked.

Shopkeeper Lu said angrily: "Ask me what I do, ask yourself, could you build a wheeled car that you are riding on when you were young?"

Young people are different from young people.

Some young people don't know the heights of the sky and the earth is thick, while some young people are proud of their talents.

In particular, he will think that he will be the chosen one to shoulder the great responsibility from heaven.

When you are young, you dare to think about anything.

"Anyone can think about it, but it's not enough to do things just by thinking about it." Shopkeeper Lu said helplessly, "Not to mention whether you should be the head and wash away your grievances, but now, the government is eyeing us to make everyone live. Isn't it just nonsense?"

"Goofing around...Old Lu, what do you mean fooling around and what do you mean not fooling around?" Wei Dong's family sat on the wheelbarrow, put the traction drill on the wooden frame, pulled it slowly, and the sawdust fell finely, "I listen Elder Duan said that the head of the sect wanted to restore the glory of the ancestors, so he went to forge divine weapons for the emperor, but the result? It turned out to be a conspiracy against the king of Jin, the head of the sect was martyred, all the elders died, and his family fell apart. As, is it nonsense?"

Shopkeeper Lu frowned: "Wei Song, are you questioning the boss?"

"I haven't." Wei Dongjia said, "I just don't understand what is nonsense and what is not nonsense."

What happened back then, the death of family members and the loss of family business was fine. The Mohists inherited the ambition of the sky, and the ambition is with the sky after death, but the most terrible thing is that under the charge of crime, the ambition was ruined.

They wholeheartedly hoe the strong and help the weak, and do justice for the heavens, but in the end they become sinners of disorder and murderers of evil.

Broken heart, extinguished ambition ah.

Those who survived these years lived quietly as if they were dead. Mostly because of this, they died.

Shopkeeper Lu said softly: "Miss Qixing said that the master did not seek rebellion against the King of Jin. He sincerely wants the Holy Learning to return to orthodoxy and do more for the country and the people."

Wei Dong's family put down the drill and picked up the ink fountain: "So everyone thinks well, and no one knows how it will work out."

Shopkeeper Lu was silent for a moment: "So, you agree with her doing this, so you are not afraid of what happens..."

"What if?" Wei Dongjia squinted his eyes at Mo Dou, "We are already like this, so what else should we do?"

What if the family business goes bankrupt?The family business is now ruined.

What if everyone dies?What's the difference between being alive and being dead.

"Rather than die silently like this, it's better to have a lively and fussy mess."

Speaking of this, Wei Dong's family looked at shopkeeper Lu.

"Every time I dream, I will die at that time. It's fine to die like that."

Shopkeeper Lu smiled: "It's not easy for you to seek death? You went there a few years ago, why wait for young people to come?"

Wei Dongjia snorted: "If you want to seek death, you have to have that ability. In the early years, I couldn't stand up. If I had the ability of this young man—"

He looked at the unformed cart, admiring and envious at the same time.

"Of course I've already made a fuss."

He looked at Shopkeeper Lu, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Old Lu, if our Ruyifang really has a head, let me tell you, I don't even look down on the head of the hall, so I can't make an elder?"

Shopkeeper Lu snorted: "Forget it, you really don't look like an elder." He gently stroked his temples, "I'm okay."

In the night-shrouded workshop, the lights were flickering and there was a lot of noise. The shopkeeper sleeping in the front yard murmured in a half-dream and half-awake, "My master has a wheelbarrow, it's really too noisy." He turned over and blocked his ears.

Qixing walked in the thick night, almost blending with the night.

From the secret door of Ruyifang to the secret door of her rented hospital, there is only one street away.

The shopkeeper Lu personally sent her off a few times before, but Qi Xing declined later.

"The road is familiar," she said, "and in case someone finds out, I can explain it better than the two of us."

Shopkeeper Lu felt that what she said made sense. One person could explain that the embroiderer who stayed up all night to work lost her way home because of unfamiliarity.

Without shopkeeper Lu to see him off, Qixing's way home would no longer be the same way, either jumping on the wall or stepping on the roof, or standing on the top of a tall tree, examining the city.

When the sky was slightly brighter, Qixing returned home and looked at Aokiji who was dozing off in front of the embroidery frame.

She never doubted the loyalty of this maidservant, but no matter how loyal a person is, he needs to sleep.

The embroidery stand is not a suitable place to sleep, and Qingzhi's arm supporting her head finally slipped, which made her fall down, her head knocked on the embroidery stand, and she woke up.

"Miss?" Aokiji stretched out his hand and touched his head in a daze, and saw the girl standing in the room.

In the dim light, the girl looked at her with a smile on her face and nodded.

"Miss, you are back." Qingzhi woke up and stood up from the embroidery stand, "Have you eaten yet? I cooked porridge."

Qixing said: "I'm not hungry, I'll go to rest first."

Qingzhi responded: "Miss, you are sleepy after staying up all night, go to bed quickly."

Qixing walked to the inner room, washed up briefly, put on pajamas and lay down on the bed.

The blue light gradually became brighter, and the green pheasant, who had been up all night, did not go to rest immediately. He could hear walking in the yard, feeding the chickens, ducks and lean donkeys, and opened the door to buy the freshest vegetables from the street vendors...

"Qingzhi, where's your lady?" Madam Dong's voice also came.

Mrs. Dong's house is also in this alley.

"Miss has been busy all night, and she has finished a cloud shoulder." Qingzhi's voice was cheerful, "Master Dong, please wait for me to bring it to you."

Qingzhi's footsteps were thumping, Mrs. Dong kept saying whoops, and the yard became lively.

"That's too good."

"I stayed up all night, so I won't do this again in the future."

"Let her have a good rest, I'll show the lady of the Wang family right now Yunjian!"

"Oh, I'm really lucky to meet such a good embroiderer."

The noisy courtyard gradually became quiet with the sound of footsteps closing the door.

Xiuniang Qixing closed her eyes.

Everyone needs to sleep.

(End of this chapter)