"Is this ceremony really effective? I am afraid that by then, you and I will offend people."

County Magistrate Zhao agreed, and after a moment of calm down, he thought about it, and felt a little regretful. After all, he didn't know what Geng Qing wanted to use a bow. If he annoyed the angel, he would be the end of the day.

"Don't worry, the people in the palace are physically disabled and have different minds than others, so they cannot be attributed to common sense. Whether it works is only a try, and there will always be a turning point."

But Geng Qing will not say what he wants to do for the time being. After all, if he really wants to say it, the Zhao County Magistrate in front of him was probably going to imprison him directly. While he was speaking, the two yamen runners who received the order each brought bows and quivering in and presented them to the two.

"County Master, a little bow is presented."

Looking at the things that the two of them held, Geng Qing walked closer and looked carefully. One of them had a slender bow, curved like a leaf. He plucked the strings, and there was a dull sound of "collapse". He pursed his lips and nodded his head.

"County Master, if you take the bow, you don't need arrows."

As he said that, he reached out and grabbed his hand and weighed it. He bowed his hand and said goodbye. Before the county magistrate could speak, he turned around and walked out, walked through the yamen court and went outside. At this time, the rain had stopped for a while and the sun was shining. He got on the carriage and waved: "Dachun, go to the blacksmith shop."

"Then you're firm!"

Dachun raised his whip, whipped the pulling horse and turned around at the street entrance in front. He didn't delay any further. He returned to the shop. Geng Qing handed the bow to Wang Blacksmith, stroked the bowstring, then pointed to the upper and lower corners, and ordered the bowstring to be removed. This task was not difficult, but he just got rid of it. Wang Blacksmith was asked to tear down while complaining.

"This is a waste of good things. No matter how bad the bow is, it is also used by the constables. On weekdays, the treasures are tight, and when they come to your hands, they are like abandoned things."

"Say a few words, I'm very useful, right." Geng Qing took the bowstring from his hand, stuck his fingers to compare the length, and said, as if he remembered something, and raised his hand to compare his arms: "Take the time to make six long tubes for me, about half a foot long, and your wrist is as thick as you want to calculate the extra wages."

"What are you doing?"

"Take up your body."

Seeing Geng Qing taking the bowstring in, Wang Blacksmith wiped the sweat stains on his face, "Isn't it enough to have a stone lock, something weird as soon as possible." Looking at the side, Dachun was chewing with broad beans, and when he saw the blacksmith's appearance, he quickly turned around.

"Don't look at me, I won't call you."

Behind the shop, the woman was squatting by the water tank and rubbing clothes. Qiao Niang was drying it. She rolled up her cuffs and slapped the sheets and bedding from time to time. The dust stirred up in the sunshine. When she heard the sound of talking in the shop, the footsteps passing by the eaves of the house, turned around, Geng Qing went to the stove to search for something, quickly put down the short stick, wiped the wet palms on the apron.

"Sir, what are you looking for? Qiao Mom will help you find it."

"Did you see the reamer?"

"I know there." Su Qiaoniang wiped her hands, and the thin figure quickly ran to a room. After a moment, she came out again: "Sir, give it to me."

After saying that, he stood beside with a well-behaved look, watching Geng Qing stretch a long strip like a rope in his hand, and hit the wall next to him, leaving a shallow mark. His eyes lit up immediately. Then, he cut it down with a length of about two pairs. For the remaining part, Geng Qing went to the outside shop again, searched the thumb-sized iron sheet from a pile of iron filings that were not used for the time being, tied the bowstrings on it, and stretched it in his hand to hit the opposite wall.

With a bang, half of the broken bricks collapsed.

"Collection of another one that can be used." The baby weighed it in his hand as if he smiled. Geng Qing opened the grid where the drawings, saltpeter and other objects were stored before, and put the bowstring in.

"In the future, I will make a self-defense weapon..."

He looked at the iron filings that were polished all over the floor, and his mouth curled up. When this thing was hit, it would have a lot of lethality. It could not kill people and could also mess up people. If it hits it in the face, tsk...

Thinking of the imagined scene, Geng Qing couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, knowledge is an important weapon.

Looking at the back squatting there, smiling without blinking, Su Qiaoniang moved timidly to the blacksmith's side and whispered: "Mr. Geng, what's wrong? Why are you laughing alone there? It feels a bit scary."

"Just get used to it, it's like this from time to time. Who knows what bad ideas are in your mind?"

The blacksmith was also used to it. He pulled Qiao Niang and whispered to tell her that when she was still at Niujiaji, Geng Qing and four of them lied to her husband for rivets and had to eat. He couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's said outside that Mr. Geng is the reincarnation of Wolong, and he is like playing around with his random fools. However, outside that he is said to be a bad person, but only when he gets close to others, he knows that he is kind. Don't worry, as your own family, the gentleman will not harm you."

After all, Qiao Niang was thirteen years old and was still thinking about cheating Ripty and having sex. She pursed her lips and smiled tightly, stroked a few strands of hair scattered, and secretly glanced at Mr. Geng who was sorting things outside. She didn't understand what Wolong said, and she had never heard of it. But she took her in and bought two sets of clothes, so she should be a good person.

"It's OK."

While he was thinking about it, Geng Qing from the outside sighed comfortably, packed up the things he had collected and put them back into the drawer. It was still early outside, so he should take this time to go out of the city and go back.

Thinking of it, looking back at the girl who was helping the blacksmith's wife wash clothes, she happened to take it back together. She was homeless, and only her mother took care of her father and helped her, and it was good that she could help her.

Geng Qing thought for a moment and made up his mind. He called Dachun to come over and asked Su Qiaoniang to pack up and go back to Gengjia Village. The girl was stunned for a moment, nodded her head vigorously, ran to the house quickly, held the cloth and a pair of embroidered shoes in her arms, and said goodbye to the woman.

Then she followed Geng Qing into the carriage. Looking at the small padded table inside, she had never been in such a carriage. She hugged her embroidered shoes and the cloth was cramped in the corner, for fear of dirtying the pad.

Geng Qing glanced at her, took a brush and outlined the exercise graphics on the spread rice paper, "Pour a glass of water for me."

"Yeah." Hearing the order, Qiao Niang responded softly, put down her things, and moved over carefully. Then she had to kneel down on the cushion, pour a bowl of clear water, and then understand. It turned out that the gentleman took the opportunity to let her sit on the cushion, lowered her face slightly, and looked at the figure opposite her head waving, and felt warm in her heart.

‘Sir, the good guy…’

Because of a rain, the roads outside the city were muddy and the carriage swayed along the path to Gengjia Village. The sky shone in the west, and the dusk hung among the busy fields after the rain at the top of the mountain, mostly busy farmhouses.

Someone held a handful of weeds and straightened his waist. He saw the carriage coming from afar on the road. When he got closer, he saw Dachun, who was whipping the whip on it, lost the weeds and ran up the ridge of the field with his hands covered in mud.

"Oh, Dachun, has the donkey cart changed to a horse cart? Where is Dazhu?"

“Here.”

On the side of the carriage, the curtain was lifted open, and Geng Qing bowed to the man on the ridge of the field and called him uncle. The man who was originally just greeting him casually had to squeeze out and smile and nod at the young man in the curtain of the carriage, which was considered a response.

"In the future, everyone can go to the roadside to set up stalls again, so don't worry about the Golden Dao Gang coming again."

Leaving a word, the chariot slowly left, and the man looked at the carriage driving to the entrance of the village, and the people around him immediately gathered over.

"What did Dazhu just say?"

"He said there is no need to worry about the Golden Dao Gang in the future. Everyone can continue to set up stalls on the mine road..."

"Oh, look at Dazhu changing his carriage, maybe...... A few days ago, wasn't the leader of the Golden Knife Gang coming from the city?... dead?"

The man who was talking suddenly stopped talking and threw the farm tools in his hand, and ran to the village. Someone shouted at him. The man turned around and replied from afar: "Make it in the field. Before it was dark, there were a few cakes at home to sell it. How many quotations are there?"

On the other side, the carriage back to the entrance of the village attracted many villagers to go out along the way. Dachun, who was chasing the car, was the most proud and kept greeting people. He saw Widow Zhang standing behind the crowd from afar. He grinned and kept winking, indicating a direction outside the village, which made Widow Zhang stand tall and thick, spit at him, and turned home, with her steps as light as a little girl.

The carriage was parked at the shabby dam, and Geng Qing came out of the car. It was nothing surprising. But when he saw a little girl behind him, many people realized that Geng Qing was promising in the city, and they all brought their maids to serve him.

"It's just that I'm too thin. When I buy it, Dazhu should have a look." "Maybe it's cheap?"

"Hey, let's say a few words. Dazhu has no way to do that. Who dares to mess with the Golden Knife Gang?"

"What about now, aren't that gang leader dead?"

While everyone was talking, Geng Qing came forward to pay homage to Geng Taigong who came out, took the old man to the side, and repeated what he had just said. Now that the Golden Knife Gang is in a weak position, he is in his hands again. This mine allows the villagers to go back and sell some tea and soup cakes.

After hearing this, Geng Taigong pinched the young man's arm with his old palm and nodded repeatedly.

"You go back to see your parents first. The grandfather here said to them, go."

"I'm working hard."

Farewell to the old man, Geng Qing took Qiao Niang back to the courtyard. The evergreen leaves are green all year round, and the breeze blows by, and it looks very beautiful.

At the other side of the courtyard gate, the old couple had heard the news. Old Man Geng was waiting there early in a wheelchair. The woman was still in a steaming pottery bowl in her hand and a little fox playing with stones at her feet. When she saw the figure coming, she picked up the stone and rushed over, circled around Geng Qing frantically, shook her tail, raised her long face, and wanted to give him the stone in her mouth.

Tat ~

The stone flew away in the distance, and the red fox squatted on the ground and tilted his head, looking at the owner who threw the stone out in confusion.

"Zhuzi, drink some water first when you get home."

After pursing the warm water brought by the woman, Geng Qing called out to her mother. Old Man Geng could not say anything, but simply said: "Go back to the hospital."

Geng Qing smiled and called the timid girl behind him. While pushing the old man Geng, he talked about her origin. He heard about the Jindao Gang's human trafficking incident and the night fighting made the old couple feel scared. Knowing Qiao Niang's background, Wang Jinqiu touched her head pitifully.

"Then stay."

Back in the yard, Qiao Niang put down what she was in her hand and saw the fire at the stove. She rolled up her cuffs diligently to help set the fire. The woman took a spatula and stewed the dishes in the pot. She looked at the little face illuminated by the fire. The more she looked, the more she liked it.

Under the eaves, Old Man Geng weaving baskets while talking to his son about what he did in the city, and told him not to go to evil ways and be a serious person.

Soon after dinner, my mother and Qiao Niang laughed outside. The lights were lit in the house. Geng Qing spread the rice paper and grind the ink. Then he continued to sketch the treadmill that had not been finished with the carriage.

The swaying fire cut out the shadows and cast them on the window frame, like a hard-working scholar.
Chapter completed!