Exquisite ingenuity

Chapter 9 The Little Artisan

Since he is the craftsman who helped bring Dad back, he has to thank him very much.

Besides, this craftsman is an outsider, so he must be dismissed as soon as possible, instead of letting him stay in Zhao's house.

Zhao Jinyi thought so.

But how to give thanks decently?

A craftsman who makes a living by selling coolies, his family must be impoverished, and he doesn't even eat meat a few times throughout the year.Look at him wearing short brown clothes that only poor people wear. I'm afraid he has never worn such fine clothes once in his life.

Zhao Jinyi finished thinking very quickly, and ordered Hu Guanshi: "Hu Guanshi, take a letter of silver and a new set of clothes, and give them to this little craftsman."

The letter of silver in her mouth was ten taels of broken silver.

Twelve taels of silver and a new set of clothes are very suitable as a thank you for bringing Dad back.Her monthly money is only one tael of silver.

However, this is not enough.

Zhao Jinyi continued to order: "Someone will lead this little craftsman down and treat him to dinner."

After Zhao Jinyi finished giving orders, Manager Hu came back to his senses.I was so confused, the person in front of me who brought the third master back, he actually kept letting him go.What a faux pas.

Zhao Chengde, who was sent back by Song Jingxing, was stunned by his daughter's words.

Brother craftsman?Could it be that Yi'er was talking about the person standing beside her...

Zhao Chengde was about to explain, but Song Jingxing pressed his shoulder lightly, followed by the man's deep voice: "There is no need for money and new clothes, nor for dinner. Zhao Fenglang, I have to go back to deal with some matters. .”

Huh?Don't put the money and the new clothes. Is this to make the Zhao family owe him a favor?The money is easy to repay, but the favor is not easy to break.Although she is a girl raised by the Zhao family in a boudoir, Zhao Jinyi is well versed in this truth.

This will not work.

She was about to speak, but she heard Father say: "That's right, although there were no casualties, it has to be dealt with easily. Manager Hu, send Song quickly..."

Before Zhao Chengde could finish speaking, the craftsman smiled slightly, cut off Zhao Chengde's words, and cupped his hands at Zhao Chengde: "Farewell."

After speaking, he strode out.

When Zhao Jinyi passed by, there was a gust of wind.

This person's aura...so strong...

Zhao Jinyi couldn't help thinking.

He probably does some rough work all day, so he can't help walking with a bit of momentum.

Seeing the man go out, Manager Hu quickly ordered the second manager to send the man out.

Zhao Jinyi stepped forward to inspect Father's injury: "Father, does the wound hurt?"

Zhao Chengde's face showed some embarrassment again: "Actually, it's really fine, but it was hit by a falling stone. It hurts a little, but I can still walk."

But Song Langzhong wanted to send him home so that he could recuperate.

Since Dad was fine, Zhao Jinyi felt relieved and asked the other side: "I heard a loud noise just now, what happened?"

Zhao Chengde's face was a little angry: "It's not the gate built last year, but it collapsed."

Zhao Jinyi was taken aback.

The newly built gate of their Kanglefang collapsed?No wonder it made such a loud noise.However, the Fangmen that was built last year has collapsed in less than a year. Wouldn't the materials used be inferior to tofu?

Zhao Jinyi hurriedly asked: "Did you still hurt someone else?"

Zhao Chengde showed some embarrassment again: "Uh, there is no one else but me..."

Only then did Zhao Jinyi think of his father's long attendant: "Where is Changle, where is he?"

As soon as the words fell, a person rushed in sweating profusely: "Third Master, Third Master!"

The person who rushed in was Zhao Chengde's long follower, Changle.

Not wanting Zhao Jinyi to make trouble, Manager Hu scolded Chang Le: "Chang Le, what did you do? The third master was injured, and you weren't there to take care of him!"

Changle is also a middle-aged man in his forties, and was scolded by Manager Hu, his old face flushed, and he looked at Zhao Chengde helplessly.

However, Zhao Chengde said awkwardly: "Changle can't be blamed for this, I sent him to chase after the wonton stalls, wanting to buy a bowl to eat with you..."

A stall selling wontons?

It was only then that Zhao Jinyi remembered that she had gone out with her father several months ago, came back late, and met a small stall selling wontons not far from Leisure Square.Although Dad is very rigorous academically, he is very casual when it comes to eating.

The father and daughter smelled the aroma, so they sat on the simple stall and ate a bowl of wontons each.

The wontons were even more delicious than those from Zhao's kitchen.

At that time, she praised: "This wonton is wonderful."

But even though it was delicious, she didn't think about it all the time.

But Dad took this matter to heart.

It turned out that it was because of his own reasons that Dad waited under the gate, and was injured by the sudden collapse of the gate and injured his leg.Zhao Jinyi felt guilty: "Father..."

Before the words fell, elder brother's bluffing voice sounded outside: "Daddy, daddy!"

But after a while, a scholar with a face like a crown jade, with disheveled hair, rushed in.

This scholar is Zhao Chengde's eldest son, Zhao Jinyi's elder brother Zhao Xiuyuan.

Zhao Xiuyuan's hair was disheveled, and the tips of his hair were still dripping with water.

He came late and was just taking a shower.

Only when Zhao Xiuyuan rushed in from this side, the second manager in that side reported: "The eldest wife and the third wife are here."

Before Huang Shi and Zhu Shi entered the door, another servant came to report: "The doctor is here."

The quiet flower hall suddenly became lively again.

After a messy diagnosis, Zhao Chengde's injured leg was finally properly bandaged.

The doctor ordered: "Retreat for seven days, change the dressing in time, don't go to the ground, and eat lightly."

It was a while to send the doctor, the eldest wife and the third wife.

Since Zhao Chengde is fine, there is no need to serve him.But Zhao Jinyi couldn't be relieved after all, and was instructing Changle carefully, when Guanshi suddenly heard Hu Guanshi say: "The second wife is back."

Zhao Jinyi turned his head to look, and saw his mother-in-law walking in quickly.

Zhao Jinyi's aunt, Wu, is nearly forty years old, with a cold and fair complexion, wearing a long smoke-colored trousers, and a skirt of the same color underneath. The thick green hair is loosely tied into a bun, and only a pearl hairpin is stuck on it.

Although she is nearly forty years old, Mrs. Wu still has the beauty of a woman in her early thirties.

She walked quickly, her skirt was shaking, and the embroidered shoes were looming under her feet, like a fairy in a painting.

Zhao Xiuyuan and Zhao Jinyi said in unison: "Aniang."

Zhao Chengde also struggled to get up: "Tangtang."

Wu went to Zhao Chengde's bed, held him down, and looked at his wound with almond eyes: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhao Chengde glanced at Zhao Xiuyuan and Zhao Jinyi.

Zhao Xiuyuan was still in a daze, but Zhao Jinyi grabbed him: "It's late at night, father and mother should go to bed early!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly dragged Zhao Xiuyuan away.

At this time, Zhao Chengde, who followed the rules in front of others, buried his head in the arms of his own wife while there was no one around: "Tangtang, I hurt..."

The collapse of the door of Kanglefang is not a trivial matter.

Although the people who lived in Kanglefang were all low-ranking officials, that was a life.

Now that he heard that it was the second master of the Zhao family who hit him, and he had a good relationship with the Zhao family, he was immediately indignant.

When Song Jingxing came out from Zhao's house, what he saw was the crowd watching the excitement in front of a pile of ruined walls.

In the capital of Lu State, there is no curfew, and the wine shop and Washe are bustling at night, and there are many small vendors selling all kinds of food with their burdens.

Song Jingxing glanced at it, and saw that all the beggars who had been begging near Bao'an Temple had come to join in the fun.

There was a middle-aged man who looked like a drunk Confucian scholar, stepped on the brick with his right foot, and said with his tongue out: "Everyone, let me tell you that the gate of this Kanglefang will definitely be eaten by those corrupt officials from the Ministry of Industry." There is a lot of money, so this Fangmen has only been around for a year, and it just collapsed!"

(End of this chapter)