Lonely king and the widowed woman

Gentle and quiet Shu tightly pursed her lips, thinking about the past, slightly absent-minded.

Xiao Erlang sneered, patted her face heavily, and hit her with a slap, "Listen to the second master. No matter who you think about or who you think about, life is my Xiao Changyu's man and death is my Xiao Changyu's ghost. If you want to have a good life, I may allow you to give birth to a son and a half for me early while you are still my wife. Otherwise, when I get angry, I will send you out of the house. Guess... Will he take you in?"

From head to tail, Wen Jingshu didn't say a word.

Only hear that "he", her numb eyes have a slight wave floating.

Xiao Erlang's face returned to nature. He remembered his business and turned to stare at Lu Chenggui.

"Are you waiting to die? Don't you find it for me?!"

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Mojiu didn't go far.

For one thing, the Chinese New Year's Day is too busy, and some of it can only be seen in a big town like Chuzhou. For another, Chuzhou is a place where people are outstanding. There are too many delicious food, so she is reluctant to go. For the third time, the most dangerous place may be the safest. So she led aunt LAN and mei'er to live in a remote farmer's house in the suburbs. She measured the appearance of the three people and changed them into a big family They changed the clothes of ordinary village women with peasant women, wrapped a big scarf, and happily entered the city.

In this strange era, she didn't have many clear goals - Oh, and food, except that she was interested in the great Mohist School and the Mohist widow and was willing to go back.

But she doesn't have money now, and she doesn't have the conditions to eat.

The three of them added a dollar less than one or two silver to pay the house money to the peasant woman. After they changed some clothes, they had little left except the dowry jewelry.

At the entrance of the village, mei'er took a farmer's ox cart into the city. Mei'er laughed and laughed all the way. She was so confident in Mo Jiu that she just followed her happily regardless of how to fill her belly tomorrow. But aunt Lan was different. She seemed to have lost her soul. She sighed all the way that her life was bad. With such an unreliable master, she fought or was beaten when she was a child. She was behind When she ran away or was chased, she had to cry.

"After a few days of hard work, I have to run around again. What have I done?"

Mo Jiu wore a thin blouse of a peasant woman. She was a little broad, but when the wind blew, she still showed her exquisite figure. Her milk white skin was covered by a clean scarf. Her natural beauty and small face could still attract passers-by's attention. In addition, she had a good spirit and a capable look with her head held high. She didn't look like the little girl of an ordinary peasant family, but there were some Old age out of line with age.

"Say you are young and do nothing, but you won't accept it. Follow up, and I'll take you to eat and drink spicy food."

Aunt LAN covered her chest, "aunt, I don't want to eat and drink hot. I just want not to be scared to death by you."

Mo Jiu held out his chest and took a step. Suddenly, he turned around and bumped into aunt LAN. "Do you have such no confidence in me?"

Aunt LAN looked around and lowered her voice, "what do you say? Have you seen pawns in antique shops in the past?"

It's funny. Mo Jiu found a jade pendant from her dowry and wanted to change some money, but she didn't go to the pawn shop. She asked people about the largest antique shop in Chuzhou City and swaggered away. Aunt LAN couldn't stop it. Aren't you anxious?

But Mo Jiu didn't think so and shook his head: "you can't teach me. Why can't the antique shop pawn?"

Aunt LAN blushed with anger. "That's not an antique. What are you doing in the antique shop?"

Mo Jiu took his hands and taught her with a serious face, "because the price of the antique shop is higher than that of the pawn shop."

Aunt LAN is going crazy: "but you're not an antique. What's the use of high prices?"

Mo Jiu was very calm. "The price is high. I don't care if it is an antique? What kind of care do you have for the antique shop owner? Why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"My Lord, help me!" aunt LAN looked at the sky again.

Mei'er clapped her hands and shouted, "my girl is so smart."

"Good, I made money and bought you sugar." Mo Jiu touched mei'er's head and strode forward with confidence. But aunt Lan thought about the tragedy of being beaten out for a while and wanted to cry bitterly, "is it really me?"

July 15 is the ghost festival. Some shops in the city have closed their doors early. Many incense cases have been put up in the streets, but the business of shops selling nether wares and sacrificial items is particularly popular. This scene is different from what mojiu saw in later generations. She is a little strange. She can't stop looking around with her eyes.

The antique shop is called "shiguzhai". It is located in the west of the upper wind and Sheung Shui of Chuzhou City, just on the street. Every way of Feng Shui pays attention to one's luck. It faces south and forms a lion's head. It can be seen at a glance that it has been seen by experts.

The couplets on the door of the store are generous, and the words on the plaque are handsome and gilded.

There is a curtain hanging on the entrance passage.

It's made of beads. When you look carefully, it's the top South red.

Hanging one by one, like drops of water, the carving is very fine.

Mo Jiu likes the place with high style.

She did not lift the curtain into the room, but looked inside through the curtain. She saw an inner room behind the red sandalwood counter. The door wasn't closed. It wasn't too close. There were faint voices of two people.

"Where did you get this?"

"Hey, Zhao Jidu. I brought it to my boss specially."

"Well, it's a good thing."

"The owner can see the year?"

Speaking of this, I almost noticed that someone entered the store, and the conversation between the two stopped abruptly. But Mo Jiu stood outside the curtain, but gave a slight meal.

Zhao Jidu was the place where she got off the ship when she first entered Chuzhou.

She remembered that there was an abnormal rotation of her compass