Yu Jun

Wu Jin folded Fang Sheng and handed it to Chang Long. Chang Long repeatedly promised that it would be delivered, and the two separated at the foot shop. Wu Jin carried an empty load and walked like flying, back to Shishi Street—moved from Shishi Street It took several years for Baijiaqiao to move back to Shishi Street from Baijiaqiao, but it was only an instant.

After cleaning his hands and face, he put on a narrow-sleeved gown and a soft gauze Tang scarf, and hurried to Wenhanlou Bookstore to do book work.

When I first went there, the shopkeeper asked him to write the lawsuit, but later I saw that he was good at official script, his handwriting was neat and flexible, and his handwriting was stretched. Among the many books, it was also one of the best. It would be a pity to only write the lawsuit, so I let him When he copied ancient books and was too busy, he was also asked to compile civil examination documents for the big officials and small officials in the city.

Copying ancient books and compiling civil examination documents earned more money than writing lawsuits. The paper and pens used were all supplied by the bookstore. When Wu Jin copied ancient books, he recited in his heart while copying. A commission of four taels of silver can be used to support a family of four, and all the money from selling cakes is used to pay off debts.

After copying the book for a day, Wu Jin rubbed his wrists and returned home. It was already dark, so he rushed to the cake shop, picked out cakes and sold them all over the street, and didn't go home to read and write the diary until the cakes were all sold out.

Busy every day, until the [-]th day of Avalokitesvara on February [-]th, Wu Jin spent a whole day copying scriptures in the bookstore, Wu Yi went to Xiongshan Temple to sell cakes for a whole day, and returned home with a cake cage on her shoulders when it was dark.

From the despair at the beginning, to the numbness, to the calmness now, he is no longer ashamed and uneasy at the neighbor's ridicule.

"Brother!" He put down the cake basket, quickly opened the door, and seeing Wu Jin working hard at the table, he retreated to the corridor, took water from Wu's mother and drank it.

Wu Jin sat quietly in the room, his face was illuminated by the oil lamp on the table. Under the dim yellow light, he quietly looked at the letter paper on the table. The busy and noisy world fell silent, only a little joy on the letter paper danced.

"If you have a letter, you can give it to Yin Bei first. Xun, I will come back and blow it to you, Mo Lingfeng."

This is what Chang Long brought to him when he went to sell cakes at the racecourse this morning.

The three words "Mo Lingfeng" are the catastrophe mentioned in the scriptures, no matter how he suppresses it, he will jump out of it on his own, and it is his unobtainable past heart, present heart, and future heart.

Wu Jin put the reply letter aside, spread out the paper again, and wrote with a pen: "Yuanzhang 23 February [-]th, sunny.

Today I learned that the title of Chunwei's test post poem, "Liaodong Haibeijian Long Whale", was written by the subjugated king when he was fighting Liaodong: Liaodong Haibei Jianchang Whale, the situation is clear, Fang Dang sells the front and disperses horses and cattle, and Xuanshi feasts on Haojing .Sing before and after dance to invigorate the army, drink until the uniform is removed.

Your Majesty has the ambition to fight if you take this as a topic, but if you think about it alone, you will fail this topic.

Those who grow whales are not only a serious problem for the gold captives, but also a problem for His Majesty.

The troubles of the Jinlu can be used in the Ming Dynasty, but the troubles of the non-jinlu can only be used secretly, and they must be used without trace.

There are no good sentences to break the topic. "

After writing, he dried the ink on the paper, folded it in half, put it in a paper envelope, and sent it to Yin Bei tomorrow.

It's not the trouble of the gold barbarians, but it's Mo Qianlan. If the code is to be used secretly, it means that His Majesty is already planning the layout and will play chess at any time.

How can a mere million pennies compare to the wealth of Ten Continents.

After he tidied up, he opened the door to wash up. Hearing the movement, Wu Yi quickly got up and walked to Wu Jin, sniffed his nose, and lowered his voice: "Brother, Liu Bowen is dead."

"what happened?"

Wu Yi told him: "I was in Xiongshan Temple today, and someone came to worship the "Lotus Sutra". It was Liu Bowen's nanny. I met her. She told a maid that Liu Bowen was pitiful, and she was killed by a firework stand. Fortunately, the firework stand didn't hit you that time."

He couldn't hide the joy on his face: "It deserves it! Let him bully me!"

There was a loud "hum" in Wu Jin's heart.

"Brother," Wu Yi looked at him cautiously, "What's wrong? The Liu family won't blackmail us again, right?"

Wu Jin asked him to enter the room: "No, take off your clothes, let me look at your shoulders, how many times have you sold today?"

"Three times." Wu Yi took off his clothes.

His right shoulder was frayed, and he hadn't healed it yet, and now his left shoulder was also frayed. As soon as the clothes were torn off, he immediately cried out in pain.

The poor family has worked hard, this time he really knows it.

The wind and rain in the world had never fallen on him before, but it was because of Wu's father, Wu's mother, and elder brother in front of him.

His shoulders were worn out like this, and his heart was bleeding when he sent the cake money sold for broken legs to Liu's residence.

Wu Jin took out a bottle of medicinal powder, sprinkled it on slowly, wrapped a fine cloth from the shoulders down, and then fixed him from the armpits on both sides: "Second brother, Liu Bowen's death is not easy. It's February, who will return it?" There will be racks of fireworks, even if they are not finished during the Chinese New Year, they will be stored in the warehouse, and they will not be placed randomly, and the fireworks racks are very thick, so they will not be knocked down easily."

Wu Yi bared her teeth in pain, and half of her head went numb. Suddenly hearing Wu Jin's words, she was shocked, and even the pain subsided a little.

"Second brother, he was killed by others."

Wu Jin's words were like poplar flowers in the wind, fluttering in front of his eyes, he raised his hand, and grabbed a random handful, all covered with blood.

He couldn't help lowering his head, seeing Wu Jin's shadow cast on him, like a moat separating him from the bloody and dark world.

As long as he doesn't cross over by himself, he can always live in a difficult but peaceful world.

"Brother, I, I will never associate with these people again."

Wu Jin tied up the muslin and asked him to put on his clothes: "Are there many pilgrims in Xiongshan Temple?"

His ordinary words immediately let Wu Yi breathe a sigh of relief, and got out of Liu Bowen's death: "Many, many people knocked on stones there, saying that red stones can ward off evil spirits. I wanted to pick one up, but I couldn't find it."

After all, he yawned with a ferocious face.

Wu Jin took the medicine powder: "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Wu Yi got up quickly and went to sleep in Wu's mother's room. As soon as he left, Wu Jin also went out to wash up. Standing in the dark yard, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

Just now he lightly educated Wu Yi, but in fact he has not slackened, he is tense, thinking about the thing that almost got hit by the fireworks stand on Zhengdan day.

He remembered the words of Mo Lingfeng and Liu Boyu.

"What if you are bullied?"

"However you bully, the girl will vent her anger on him."

It happened suddenly, and he didn't say anything to anyone. Brother Cheng Ting didn't know what happened between him and the Liu family, so he might just think it was an accident and wouldn't think too much about it. Only Mo Qianlan
When he went to Mo's mansion, he was covered in mess, and he had to wash with bath beans for a long time before he could see anyone. Mo Qianlan's Aijie should have discovered the clue at that time, and went to investigate what happened along the way.

Mo Qianlan once said: "What she said is what you must abide by."

For Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng's words are the rules, the order, and the will that cannot be violated, so he smashed Liu Bowen to death with a fireworks stand.

And wait until everyone forgets about it before doing it.

Mo Qianlan's forbearance, coldness, sickness, and doting on Mo Lingfeng all made him extremely dangerous. Compared with him, Mo Lingfeng is simply a naive little baby.