Princess of Nongmen

Chapter 498 What is it if it is not a wreath?
Looking at the rows of wreaths in front of her, Liu Ya could only think of the best.Maybe Cang Qianche's thinking is jumping, thinking differently from others, and the meaning he wants to express is also different?Did he mean to send a wreath to himself not to mourn, but to prove that he wanted to grow old with himself?Or in other words, is this an oath of life and death, and death?

But no matter how you think about it, Liu Ya feels a little awkward looking at those wreaths.I secretly pondered in my heart: Cang Qianche, can we take a more unusual path?Although all the rejections just now were a little hypocritical, but now it's too ridiculous to send a wreath directly after a disagreement.

Unexpectedly, Cang Qianche really dragged Liu Ya into the store, and it seemed that a wreath would not be able to escape.

The clerk of the wreath shop was startled when he saw a pair of handsome young men and women coming in.But the customer comes first, and without thinking too much, he came over and asked directly: "Do you want to order wreaths, or buy ready-made ones? Do you want paper figures and horses? There are also incense candles, ingots, yellow paper... "

"Give me a bundle of bamboo strips, and colored paper of various colors. I also need a bucket of paste." Cang Qianche waved his hand to stop the salesman, and directly said what he needed.

When Cang Qianche opened his mouth, not only the clerk of the wreath shop was stunned, but Liu Ya was also stunned.Is this the time to...make your own wreath?

The corners of Liu Ya's mouth twitched involuntarily, but she didn't intend to stop her.Since Cang Qianche has this thought, he likes to give a wreath made by himself, so he can keep it for himself.

But the clerk didn't move, and asked again: "My little brother, you mean that you don't need ready-made wreaths, but only bamboo strips, colored paper, and paste?"

"Yes, prepare as I said. Oh, yes, I also need silk rope, the kind of strong silk rope with twisted beef tendon." After Cang Qianche finished speaking, he took out a piece of broken silver.

When the guy sees that there is money to be made, and he doesn't need to do his own work, he can make a lot of money just by selling these things.After collecting the money, the clerk quickly packed a bundle of pared bamboo strips, and went inside to get some rolls of colored paper.There are colorful and various colors, tied with a rope, and handed to Cang Qianche.

Then he said "Wait a minute" again, and ran outside. He didn't know whether he went to the warehouse or somewhere else. The bundle of silk rope borrowed and sold was also handed to Cang Qianche.

Finally, he brought out a small bucket of paste, and the guy said, "My little brother, can you bring me the iron bucket of paste? I also lent you the brush in it."

"Okay, I'll return it to you after you use it." After Cang Qianche finished speaking, he handed the colored paper and silk rope to Liu Ya.Holding the bundle of bamboo sticks in one hand and the small iron bucket containing the paste in the other, he said to Liu Ya, "Let's go out of the city."

"Ah?" Liu Ya was still in a daze, not knowing what Cang Qianche was going to do.But since you've bought everything, then just listen to him.

It doesn't take a long way to get out of the city from here, Cang Qianche and Liu Ya walked out of the city quickly, found an open place, and the two sat down.

Liu Ya asked: "What are you going to do again? When you enter the city later, you have to pay a poll tax. It's really troublesome to come out and go in, and I don't know what the government thinks. This city is It belongs to the common people, not someone’s backyard, so how can you ask for money to walk through the city gate?”

Cang Qianche's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing this, and turned to look at the city gate where they came out just now, and said: "This is a way for the government to increase taxes, and it is also for the convenience of management, in case some refugees come in and out wantonly, affecting the public security in the city .”

"Could it be that there are a lot of refugees?" Liu Ya untied the string tied with colored paper, and said, "If the country is peaceful and the people are safe, no one is willing to wander around. I think it is the problem of the government itself. It is impossible to prevent it like this." Yes, it’s better to think about how to let the people live a good life, everyone can live comfortably and freely, and no one is willing to commit crimes. The wine and meat in the Zhumen are smelly, and the roads are frozen to death. If such things become normal phenomenon, the day when the people will rise up is not far away.”

Cang Qianche narrowed his eyes, listening to Liu Ya's words, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

As soon as Liu Ya raised her head after speaking, she saw Cang Qianche looking thoughtful, as if something was on her mind.He waved his hands in front of his eyes and said, "Hey, don't be dazed, why are you making these things? Don't say you really want to tie me a wreath. I'll have time to collect it after a hundred years." Woolen cloth."

"Ha, it's not a wreath." Only then did Cang Qianche come back to his senses, seeing Liu Ya pouted, pinched the tip of her small nose, and said, "Even if it's you and me a hundred years later, the wreath maker We don’t need to do the work ourselves. What I have to do is something else.”

"What exactly are you going to do?" Looking at the things in front of her, Liu Ya really lacked imagination, so she couldn't guess what Cang Qianche was planning.

Cang Qianche smiled without saying a word, just took out the bamboo strip, bent it a few times to test its toughness, and then got busy.

Liu Ya didn't know what he was going to do, so naturally she couldn't help, so she had to sit aside and watch.

It's just that although the bamboo strip has been peeled and the barbs have been polished, the bamboo skin is still very sharp.When Cang Qianche bent the bamboo strip, his finger was cut by the bamboo skin, blood flowed out immediately.

"Ah, why are you so careless?" Liu Ya had something to help this time.Quickly took out the handkerchief, cut one with a knife and gave it to Cang Qianche to cover the wound.

Cang Qianche smiled and said: "It's okay, I don't care about this little injury. Ya'er, do you see what I'm going to do?"

"I can't tell, it seems to be a wreath." Liu Ya looked at Cang Qianche's bamboo strips bent into two semicircles, still not knowing why.

But before Cang Qianche could say anything, another wound appeared on his thin white finger.This time the cut was deeper, and the blood gushed out from the pulp of the finger, dripped down the fingertip, and dripped on a small grass.

Liu Ya felt distressed for a while, grabbed Cang Qianche's hand and said, "Okay, I know what you're going to do, it's obviously self-harm. Forget it, forget it, I don't care what you do, let's go back and buy it." I bought candied fruit and went shopping, and bought some rouge, gouache, and pearl hairpin jewelry. As long as it is from you, I like it. There is nothing new or not, and tacky things are more real."

Hearing what Liu Ya said, Cang Qianche smiled slightly, pulled back his right hand that was wrapped around another finger, and said: "Since we have already started to do it, we must do it well. Don't worry, this little injury is really serious for me. I don't take it seriously, but in order not to worry you, I will be more careful. Ah... Ya'er, I have to trouble you."

(End of this chapter)