Chapter 195
The woman chuckled, and said viciously: "You didn't grab Jinxiutang's job, but it's a pity that your hands are to blame. If you cut them off, you won't be offended."

Yu Niang also smiled sullenly, this threat could not overwhelm her, her face was still calm and there was no panic at all.

Yang Qingping, who was supported by the wall by the two, was so angry that she shouted again: "If you dare to cut off my mother's hand and set fire to your Jinxiu Hall, I'm not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet. Try it." Say it for a while.

It's a pity that that woman is not something to mess with, he just looks down on Yang Qingping, seeing her as just a young girl, not attractive.

"You used to pester that man surnamed Zhang, and you got into a mess over and over again. Why don't you pester him now? There are two men by your side. It seems that you have really good taste." She deliberately provoked Yang Qingping's anger.

They created a fiery atmosphere, and the uncle's family also came back, and when they entered the yard, they stood still with a dead tree, panicking in their hearts.

"Who is this..." the uncle asked those people in fear, as if he had never seen them before.

They didn't listen to the uncle's words, they only focused on Yuniang, and everything else was unconventional.

Zhang Huoping recognized it, it belonged to Jinxiu Hall, and he wanted to be courteous, and went up to greet him, "What kind of wind has invited the master of Jinxiu Hall here, and the magistrate is far away from welcoming him."

The 40-year-old woman pierced through him: "You can't control where we want to appear. You can wear the black hat on your head well. If you don't care, just go away."

Without saving any sympathy, Zhang Huanping replied in shame: "Yes... yes..." This was a real face-to-face wipe.

It's definitely not easy for them to come here to make trouble, and they came here for something. Zhou Yi saw through it at a glance and asked: "Do you want something! There are no strange treasures here, and there is nothing you want. Please go back!"

The woman felt that there was a hint of prestige in his words, and she could see from his face that he was not easy to provoke. She seemed gentle, but her perception was greater than that of the Jinxiutang card game.

With a hint of doubt, he said: "Who are you, well water does not violate river water, I only want Yuniang, and I don't want to be against you."

"Yu Niang is my mother-in-law. It's none of my business. If you are sensible, take someone away quickly. I still know about Jinxiutang. If you want it to gain a foothold here, don't mess with me, or you will be uprooted." Said fearfully.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I want the unique art in Yuniang's hands, the art of restoring the warp and weft."

Sure enough, she got the point right, Yu Niang sneered at her and said, "Your heart is not clean, you will never learn, and this cannot be taught, it depends on human understanding."

After she finished speaking, she tore off her sleeves, and she just tore off this secret, and realized it with her eyes and heart. This is also her original technique, and even her daughter can't learn it, let alone an outsider.

She felt that this woman was not a embroiderer, but a murderer.

Yu Niang said again: "My daughter can't learn this, and if you want to learn it, you will never learn it."

She went to look at the woman's hands, "Your hands are not suitable for being the best embroiderer, but are good hands for holding a sword. My daughter's hands are also better than yours, and they don't have the hands that embroiderers have." .”

She went to pull Yali's hands out to the woman and said: "So far, these hands are more suitable for being a embroiderer, and she has a good understanding. The secrets you want can't be taught by me, please go back!"

It turns out that Yuniang still has a secret. Yang Qingping has lived with her for so many years and never revealed it. It's just that the clothes she mended are as if they were newly woven, without any traces.

Yu Niang said that the woman was not good at making things difficult any longer, and took her men and horses away.

(End of this chapter)

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