The sun was scorching hot at noon, and there were almost no passers-by. The store clerk was dozing off while leaning on the counter. He was suddenly awakened by the sound of noisy footsteps and voices. When he looked sleepily, he saw a man and a woman standing in front of the door, pointing.
Read aloud to the plaque opposite.
"Xucheng, Linglongfang, is this here?" the woman asked loudly.
The man's voice trembled: "Yes, yes..."
Before she finished speaking, the woman rushed in and shouted: "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, please repair my dowry box——"
The man staggered and rushed in after him.
The shop clerk was completely sleepless. He still remembered this man. He carried his baggage to the opposite side to hide from the rain that rainy day. When he came out again, he was empty-handed. The young girl from Linglongfang even proudly went to buy a meal of meat, saying that there was business.
He warned at that time not to get too happy too soon, as the business gained through this kind of deception will not last long at all.
Look, sure enough, the business was ruined and they came to destroy the store!
The store clerk hurriedly picked up his shoes, put them on, and greeted other people who were sleeping behind him.
"Quick, there's something exciting!"
"My skills are indeed very good." She said with a smile, "Your evaluation is the most valuable salary."
What Sibei said was not to scare him.
This little thing on this trip was a big shock, but the matter was settled.
Qing Pheasant also brought the tea and asked the couple to sit down.
Although this was a trivial matter and against the rules, my cousin didn't want to agree to it, but after hearing the two sisters explain the whole story, he said with tears in his eyes, "This is the last birthday that my eldest sister will spend as a daughter at home. I just want to make a birthday."
My favorite skirt…”
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People on the street nodded one after another, yes, yes, there is no such good thing in the world.
"Could it be that he was specially recruited to sing along with you?"
"The skill of craftsmanship is to meet people's needs." Qixing said, taking the money bag out of Huang Linsheng's hand and putting it into the woman's hand. "If you are satisfied, that is the greatest reward for me."
"What do you do?" Huo Lian's eyes fell on one person.
When he asked other shops before, he wanted to save money and said he could just repair it, but the clerk in that shop looked disgusted.
"I, I am Jiang Wenchang, the supervisor of the Shaofu." He said.
"I've also heard that there are people who come to repair broken silver hairpins and get a new gold and jade hairpin after just a few clicks."
After hearing this, Qixing was no longer polite.
"Can you recognize this technique? What kind of skill is it?"
"It's easy for a layman like you to say, but repairing is so easy? Repairing requires higher skills than making a new one."
"It's not real gold or silver, it just looks good, as if it were real." Someone said seriously, "Don't just believe it. You get what you pay for. There is no bargain in the world."
In front of the door, shopkeepers watching the excitement and idlers who came over hurriedly retreated to the side.
Huang Linsheng said excitedly: "The praise is deserved, and the wages are also deserved."
This is so unlucky! My cousin, with a pale face, was pushed out along with other officials and stood in the courtyard. When he saw Huo Lian coming, the assistant minister of the Weaving and Dyeing Department was dragged out.
Yes, yes, the woman nodded hurriedly: "This is natural, this is natural."
What else could my cousin say? He tucked the fan in his arms and went to the Weaving and Dyeing Department.
"Xucheng Linglongfang." He stood outside the door and read word by word, "The skill is the best in the world."
The woman looked at her and didn't know what to say for a moment. She thought to herself, could it be that praying to Buddha and eating fast for half of her life was really a blessing?
Qixing smiled again and patted her hand: "Of course, if you are very satisfied, please tell others so that we can do more business and make more money. Wouldn't it be better than giving you more money?
"
Humanity also laughed, and of course he thought it was ridiculous: "Yeah, it doesn't sound like a tool repairman, but more like a wishing shop."
On Tonglou Street, Xucheng Linglongfang, many people secretly remember it in their hearts.
"Whose fan is it? Whose craftsmanship is it?"
"This is indeed a repair, I haven't changed the structure." Qixing continued.
The young official had a pale face and held a round fan in his hand, which was particularly eye-catching. When Huo Lian's eyes fell on him and he spoke again, his stiff body shook and the round fan fell to the ground with a clatter.
"If you shout again, cut off your tongue." Bingwei said coldly, and at the same time, he showed his weapon.
She stood up and left. The third lady sighed and was about to get up, but the second lady stopped the maid and picked up the fan from the table first.
Although it is a bit regretful, there are many unsatisfactory things in the world, including a desired dress, an unsatisfactory marriage, and not more than these one or two.
Huang Linsheng recalled it from his memory and identified the mountains and rivers as ivory, the flowers as agate, and the pearly green stone leaves...
Later, these jewelry were removed one by one and exchanged for money, rice, food and medicine, leaving only empty marks in the end.
Huang Linsheng no longer hesitated, stood up and bowed: "Thank you, shopkeeper, I must tell everyone..."
Before he finished speaking, a soldier slapped the waiter's chin off.
"After listening to Lao Huang's introduction, someone else came to repair it with a broken box, and the next day they brought back a new box with gold and carved patterns."
He raised his hand, but found that the fan had fallen. He quickly picked it up and shook it to show that it was really an ordinary fan.
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Now they are filled again, and the laughter and laughter of a reunion come alive in the dowry box.
The idle people on the street turned their heads when they heard this and saw a man waiting for work. The man was holding a pole and grinning, his dark and thin face full of wrinkles.
Qixing raised his hand and gently stopped the money he threw, and the money bag fell back into Huang Linsheng's hand. He said with a smile: "Don't get excited, sit down and talk."
The surprise blooming on the daughter's face and the astonishment on the faces of her husband's family may be temporary, but with this dowry on display, at least during the wedding period, the daughter will have an easier time in her husband's family.
Huang Linsheng stood outside the door and looked up at the plaque.
But some people nodded, pinched the old clothes on their bodies, and spent a little money in exchange for good-looking appliances. Even if it is not real, for the poor, it is a very worthwhile good thing!
"Miss, although I have never seen much of the world, I have lived for such a long time and I have some experience. It is even harder to distinguish the fake from the real." Huang Linsheng stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Your skills are not worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Pass."
Huo Lian's gaze swept across the others, and the breathing of those he swept over stopped.
The woman cried again: "Miss, you don't know how important it is to us."
I have already asked all the ladies who came to the banquet that day, and they all said that the fan was not lost. It is strange. Did this fan appear out of thin air at their house?
The maids also asked, but the golden butterfly flower fan was a very common design, so no one paid any attention.
"No, that's Lao Huang, who sells water in Shuijing Alley. He's very honest and wouldn't do such a thing."
"Is it really that powerful?"
The usually quiet shop was extremely lively.
The waiter did not dare to shout any more and was dragged out with tears and runny nose.
Although there were only two more people, it was like seven or eight people had been squeezed in due to the pushing and pulling.
Although he was frightened, Mr. Jiang still retained a trace of wit. He did not dare to say that he wanted help from the dyeing and weaving department to make embroidery. He only said:
"Mr. Jiang." Huo Lian directly called out his official position, "You are in charge of the Weapon Making Department, what are you doing here?"
The woman stood up again: "But those decorations -"
The third lady stroked her palm: "What a good idea."
"Everyone, stop, don't move around."
They come from poor families and are content to live a short period of good life.
Mr. Jiang swallowed his saliva. Huo Lian remembered such a small boss so clearly that she didn't dare to hide anything: "I'm here to ask about embroidery. On my fan..."
"Stop arresting people randomly, I want to see -" the waiter just shouted.
"I don't know if such a good thing is missing. Is it because I don't know the goods, or because I have seen so many good craftsmanships that I don't care?" the third lady said helplessly.
He raised his hand to throw money again, with a look of shame on his face: "I know this money is not much, our family doesn't have much money, this is all from my heart..."
At this moment, the dowry box seems to be still in front of me, the golden clasp, the smooth copper mirror, and the children with inlay dyeing and painting are all jewelry.
But the girl raised her arm to block it gently. His arm seemed to have encountered a barrier and he couldn't get out no matter what.
"Let's go, there are still many things to be busy with."
The Weaving and Dyeing Department was a place dedicated to the palace, where the embroidery skills were superb.
"My sisters at home like it very much, but I don't know where it is. I want to find out..."
The idle people laughed loudly: "What good thing are you thinking about? Then is this still a tool repairer?"
"Do you really need this makeup box?" Qixing asked.
"Ah? Then if I send my wooden pole in, will you give me a gold pole?"
Mr. Jiang stood dumbly with a fan in his hand. He was reminded not to leave quickly, so he hurriedly walked out, returned to his place, wiped the cold sweat from his head and woke up.
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The three ladies gathered around the fan on the table, feeling helpless.
Mr. Jiang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand.
"I want to ask..."
Having said this, he walked out.
He signaled the maids to put away their fans.
But by chance, I entered the Weaving and Dyeing Department and met some officials I knew. After exchanging greetings, as soon as I took out my fan, a group of military guards came in, shouting and shouting.
Several officials came out with weak legs and answered yes.
"I saw it with my own eyes. On the day when Lao Huang got married, he brought back a golden dowry box from Linglongfang. At that time, many people gathered around to look at it and were reluctant to wrap it up. It almost missed the auspicious moment."
Huo Lian frowned slightly: "Noisy."
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Huo Lian looked at the fan shaking in his hand and interrupted his rambling: "This is the fan of the Miss Zhai family, the director of the temple ceremony. Just ask her."
Qixing smiled: "That's not true, it's made up, and it's worthless."
He didn't remember the name of this store before, but from now on, he will keep this name firmly in his mind.
"The Inspector General is handling the case."
"It seems that we have no chance." The eldest lady said with a smile.
"No, you must accept it!" Huang Linsheng grabbed the money and threw it on the counter, "I know, these are not enough. The makeup box you gave me is not repaired, but made new."
She looked at Miss Third and said, "My fifth cousin is in the Shaofu Prison. Let him go to the Weaving and Dyeing Department to ask if he can make such a craft."
"The Weaving and Dyeing Department has a deficit." Huo Lian looked at the other people in the courtyard and said, "You sort out the account books and I'll check."
This is not a lie, but when people panic, they can't help but talk more to prove themselves. Mr. Jiang couldn't help but continue to explain.
The woman on the side also nodded with tears in her eyes: "That's right, that's definitely not my thing. You just made one for me."
After Huo Lian said this, she turned around and left. Some of the officials who were guarding the account books were inspected by the police. Except for those in charge of the account books, the other officials were also let go and allowed to perform their duties.
It's not true. If it were true, how could it be possible? Who would give jewelry to others? Wouldn't it be like a god descending to earth? The woman trembled and sat down in confusion.
Although the dyeing and weaving department could not help make the skirt, the embroiderer found out the owner of the fan and naturally made the skirt.
The fan of the Miss Zhai family, the head priest of the temple.
"Du Cha Si is indeed..." He looked at the fan in his hand, "He is everywhere and knows everything..."
Any official’s lady will know what kind of fan she is using!