Although he had made up his mind, Huang Wenqiu's heart felt as painful as cutting flesh, as if the ten pieces of tea had already been in his hands, but he had given it up to others.
So much so that I couldn't even eat dinner.
Seeing that he was unhappy, his mother, Mrs. Chen, asked someone to bring him water and rice: "Wenqiu, are you too hot outside?"
Her head is covered with gold jewelry, and there is nothing left on her neck or hands. People who are yellow cannot look directly at her.
Huang Wenqiu stood up and offered his seat, then sat down and said, "Mom, please sit down."
Xiao Chen said: "Are you worried about your marriage, afraid that the Luo family will not look down on our merchant? Don't worry, I have inquired, their family is short of money, and with the help of the matchmaker, it will definitely be possible."
Huang Wenqiu forced a smile and said: "It's okay."
He is not worried about marriage.
The Luo family was short of money, and he was short of a father-in-law who was an official, so everyone got what they needed.
Mrs. Chen looked at his face, and it didn't look like anything was wrong: "Are you worried that Mrs. Song is pestering you? Don't worry, if she dares to hinder your marriage, I will be the first to let her go."
Mrs. Song has a kind heart and a soft face, so she doesn't let her control her.
Huang Wenqiu waved his hand, stopped talking, and buried himself in his food.
On the roof, a wandering pine tree sits majestically.
Seeing that it was getting dark, You Song saw that Huang Wenqiu really didn't look like he was going to make any move, so he jumped down and took a detour from Hengyu Street to the Wang Mansion.
The main door of the Song family was closed and the corner door was half open. Yin Xiao was sitting on the threshold, whittling bamboo and making small bows and arrows.
You Song passed by him, and his right hand suddenly reached down, as fast as the wind, to snatch his hatchet.
Yin Xiao threw away the bamboo tube and clasped his fingers to meet his wrist. You Song moved his hand downwards in the blink of an eye and continued to grab the knife. Their arms touched their arms, their palms touched their palms, and they passed ten moves up and down.
After ten moves, You Song kept his hands on, but looked inside the door. Yin Xiao was distracted and wanted to turn around, allowing You Song to easily grab the hatchet.
"Your hands cannot yet follow your heart."
Yin Xiao snorted and took the knife back.
"What are you going to do with this gadget?" You Song lowered his head to look at the bundled small bow.
Everyone in their palace knows the Song family.
Yinxiao lowered his head and worked, ignoring him.
You Song squatted in front of him: "If you answer me, I will give you a black paint fish bow."
Yinxiao didn't even raise his head: "Ask as always."
You Song laughed dumbly and took out a large silver ingot from his sleeve: "Fortunately, I brought five taels of silver with me when I went out today."
Yin Xiao took the money and said, "The eldest lady asked me to make it for Song Qinghui."
You Song asked again: "You have good skills, why do you need to obey Chai Qun's orders? Come with me to the palace."
"Not going."
"As long as you go, I can teach you all my skills. I won't hide any secrets."
Yin Xiao thought to herself that I am still young. If I were as old as you, I would have beaten you down long ago: "I don't want to learn."
"Who taught you kung fu?"
"Hanbei Song."
You Song thought back and found that he had never heard of a boxing master with this name.
"Where are you from?"
"Dingzhou."
You Song was stunned, and then sighed: "It's so far away, how did you run from so north to so south?"
Yin Xiao held the things on the ground in his arms, stood up and walked in: "End of five questions."
You Song quickly said: "I have money..."
The door closed with a "snap", shaking the Yidi brocade like a net, shaking like ripples.
From near to far, it took a while for the leaves to become quiet.
You Song touched his nose and turned to leave. This time he did not take a detour and went straight back to the palace to find Xie Zhou.
Xie Zhou moved a low stool and was enjoying the cool air in the front courtyard, eating a peach that was dripping with water: "You're back, how are the fish?"
"Eighth Master," You Song saluted, "I didn't take the bait."
Xie Zhou ate the peach in two mouthfuls and threw the peach core into the dreg bucket: "You must have gone too far and let Huang Wenqiu see the flaw."
You Song was very confident: "It's impossible."
Xie Zhou took out a stack of documents from his armpit and smoothed the cover: "That means Huang Wenqiu is a good person and not greedy. If I get close to Mrs. Song, I will scrape off a layer of the tea garden for him."
You Song thought that Xie Zhou would die sooner or later because of this mouth, so he refused to answer and asked, "What should we do now?"
"How do I know what to do? It's not like I'm hot-faced but cold-hearted to others." Xie Zhou stood up and stretched, and then the paperwork in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
The hot-faced Prince Jin was standing in the side corridor.
"My lord," Xie Zhou cried secretly, "why are you here?"
You Songli saluted behind Xie Zhou, but did not dare to speak and laughed secretly.
King Jin said expressionlessly: "I, the King, can walk around as I please."
Xie Zhou said quickly: "It's getting late. Your Majesty, please go to bed early and your subordinates have gone home."
After saying that, he was leaving.
"You're not busy," King Jin stopped him, "Huang Ting, bring three liters of beans and ask Brother Myna to pick them up and turn them into Buddha beans. Tomorrow, cook them and give them to the streets to accumulate some good deeds for my grandma."
Huang Ting quickly ordered the waiter to get it.
Xie Zhou was about to cry but had no tears. He had to recite the word "Buddha" when picking a single Buddha bean. After picking three liters of beans, wouldn't he have to wear his tongue out?
Upon seeing this, You Song quickly ran away from the east gate. When he reached the door, he saw a man coming over. When he saw him, he turned around and ran away.
"Du Lan, stop!"
Du Lan was also a helper in his twenties. Hearing this, he could only turn around and stop: "Brother, I didn't see you."
You Song kicked him: "Where have you been drinking again!"
Du Lan smiled playfully: "It's not like I've had nothing to do recently. I just drank two cups."
"You go crazy when you drink too much. Who gave you money to buy alcohol?"
"No one..."
"Let me know and peel off a layer of his skin."
Du Lan stood there pretending to be stupid, and when You Song left, he made a face at You Song: "If you dare to cheat, I won't call you brother, I will call you father."
No one mentioned Song Huiyue's trap again, and Huang Wenqiu escaped it so easily.
As expected, Huang Wenqiu did not go to Jiang Gan to buy tea, but often sighed. It was not until June 18th that Qi Cangsi came back, and his sighing stopped.
Qicangsi's study was robbed by an elegant thief, and lost his treasured collection of ten dragon balls, a pair of mutton-fat white jade tiger button paperweights, a small piece of musk royal ball ink, and a jade pot and spring vase with gold and iron wires.
Because it was a treasure, I didn't discover it until Qi Cangsi came back to appreciate it.
After Huang Wenqiu heard about it, he immediately thought of Jiang Qian, and suddenly felt lucky to survive the disaster.
He found Jiang Qian in Li Liulang's Flower Tea House.
When Jiang Gan saw it was him, he quickly ordered another bowl of tea: "Brother, what are you looking for me for?"
Huang Wenqiu whispered: "Have you heard about the thief in Mr. Qi's house?"
Jiang Qian didn't take it seriously: "Brother, what I want to say is that Shi Kua Cha is irrelevant. I have already found someone to take action."
"How do you know they are irrelevant? They are all from the Ten Dragons Group!"
"A thief stole something in our Tanzhou and came to our Tanzhou to melt the frost. That's not a thief, that's stupid."
"There are many idiots and thieves in the world."
Jiang Qian straightened his face and said with a sneer: "Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable when you see that you haven't earned this money, but others have earned it and are not unlucky?"