My boss was not born in a wheelchair. He fell from a horse five years ago and his legs became disabled.
From then on, the boss always locked himself in the room, and they often forgot about the boss. Fortunately, shopkeeper Lu would mention it to remind them that the boss was still alive.
"My boss had a lot of fun getting this car." The shop assistant holding the snacks couldn't help but smile, "But to be honest, this car is quite fun. I want to get in and ride on it."
The wheelbarrow was turning in the hall, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the desk. But the next moment, as Wei Dongjia's arm twisted to the left, the car slid to the left again, and the wheel made another circle.
Although the sound is not loud or noisy, it is very annoying when it keeps ringing, especially when the figure in front of you is still dangling...
"Wei Song!" Shopkeeper Lu threw the chips on the table and looked at the old man driving the wheelbarrow opposite him, "You used to be annoying just by talking, but now you are annoying even if you don't talk! Can you stop shaking!"
Wei Dongjia did not sarcastically retort like before, but just said "Oh."
"Okay, sorry to bother you," he said, "I'm going out right now -"
With the word "go", he shook the armrest, and the wheelbarrow carried him away.
Since his leg became disabled, the threshold inside Ruyi Square was removed in order to make it easier to push the cart. Shopkeeper Lu was not worried about him tripping over. However, this was leading to the outer courtyard, and not all the steps were paved——
The wheelbarrow outside made a clattering sound, mixed with the old man's muffled groan.
Don't this old boy go crazy and rock the car down the steps? This is a standing car, not a sitting car. If you fall down and stand up straight, you will fall half to death. Shopkeeper Lu rushed out nervously, and saw that Wei Dongjia was rushing out.
After going down the steps, but not falling over, the wheelbarrow seemed to suddenly turn into a deck chair, and Mr. Wei lay straight on it, looking very funny.
Being funny is better than falling to death. Shopkeeper Lu cursed: "That's right!"
At the same time, two women walked in from outside.
Wei Dongjia saw it while lying in the car and snorted: "You can't even walk down the steps."
Ha, shopkeeper Lu rolled his eyes.
Qixing said: "There are some who can walk, but your arms are not strong enough to carry your legs."
This sentence seemed to make Wei Dongjia want to jump out of the car, but unfortunately, he broke his leg and could not do it.
"Help me up, help me up." He shouted, "Why are you watching the excitement, Mr. Lu?"
Because of the wheelbarrow, Mr. Wei's family couldn't wait to drive the serving boy home.
Shopkeeper Lu then walked over, slowly pushed the car down the steps, and helped shake the armrest, so that the recliner returned to its seat.
Wei Dongjia wanted to stand up, but was held down by shopkeeper Lu.
"The two arms you had to worry about are also useless?" Shopkeeper Lu said, looking at Qixing again, "Miss Qi, your arms and legs are disabled, is there still a car to sit in?"
Qixing thought for a while: "That's true."
Shopkeeper Lu couldn't help but laugh.
Mr. Wei didn't laugh, nor did he say any harsh words.
"Miss Qixing," he said, "please sit down and talk."
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Sitting indoors at Wei Dong's house again, his eyes were no longer indifferent, but solemn and focused.
"It turned out that Miss Qixing's apprenticeship was not just a carpenter," said Mr. Wei, "but a machinist."
Carpenters can make chairs and utensils, but not all carpenters can make movable chairs. A movable chair is no longer a utensil, but a machine.
Those who are skilled in skills are called weapons.
Qixing said: "I guess so."
I guess...it still sounds reluctant? Do you think your machine-making skills are too shallow to be called a mechanic?
But it doesn’t look like she’s embarrassed…
Boss Wei and Shopkeeper Lu couldn't help asking: "Who did Miss Qixing learn from?"
Mechanics are rare and have a very high status. You cannot see them with such status, and you can only look up and observe the skills passed down by them on a daily basis.
At her age, she is able to make such exquisite equipment, so her training must be extraordinary.
They have also been thinking carefully in the past two days, and indeed they have never heard of a famous mechanic with the surname Yue.
Or perhaps, the Yue surname is not inherited.
This girl doesn't give her last name, only her first name.
This is not surprising. After all, the sages said that people, regardless of their high or low birth status, are all ministers of heaven. Therefore, many people abandon their surnames and only keep their first names when they enter the industry.
There are also many mechanics in the family who only have first names but no surnames.
After much deliberation, I couldn't think of anything, so I had no choice but to ask directly.
Qixing said: "Of course it is sacred science."
These words made Mr. Wei and Shopkeeper Lu speechless. Yes, that's right. When you enter the school, you will naturally inherit the learning of the sages.
Don't you want to say this?
That's all, forget it if you don't want to say it, they don't pry into other people's privacy.
"Then let's talk about what happened before." Mr. Wei said directly, "Miss Qixing's skill is very profitable and can save the victim."
This is a promise.
Qixing stood up and raised his hand in salute: "Please get rid of the harm in the world!"
Mr. Wei shook the armrest, and the wheelchair slowly turned, supporting his waist and hips to help him stand up. He put his arms on the armrest and cupped his fists in return.
"For the benefit of the world, you should walk through fire and die without hesitation."
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A workshop in Dongshi is inconspicuous in the prosperous county town.
There are many workshops and shops in the city, and many people cannot even be called by their names. For the majestic prefect's Yamen, they are not worth mentioning.
The prefect Zhou Yuan, who had been in office for less than half a year, still couldn't recognize the officials in his jurisdiction, let alone the merchants and ordinary people.
Of course, the merchants and ordinary people within his jurisdiction are all his subjects, and they are all in his heart. He hopes that the people will have no worries about food and clothing, and that the rule will be peaceful and happy.
But it is not easy to do such a simple thing.
The night was deep, the candlelight was flickering, and Magistrate Zhou, who was wearing a thin shirt, was not sleepy. Facing the documents and account books piled on the desk, he reached out and pinched his eyebrows.
"Come, come, come," he shouted.
There was a soft sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone answered.
Magistrate Zhou closed his eyes and knocked on the table: "More tea, more tea."
The footsteps came over and the sound of tea came.
"Sir, you have been up for a few days, so you should rest early." At the same time, a voice advised.
This was not the attendant who was always around. Magistrate Zhou opened his eyes and saw an official in his fifties.
These officials are different from other officials. Most of them are local people, and one position is for life.
The status cannot be compared with that of an official, but it is not to the point of being ostracized and being sent to a tribe, like serving tea and serving errands in the middle of the night.
On the contrary, every official knows that these old officials should not be underestimated.
"Old Cao, why haven't you rested yet?" Magistrate Zhou said, frowning again, "Who was lazy and asked you to be on duty?"
Cao Lidian smiled and said, "No, no, I'm getting older and I don't have enough sleep." After saying that, he looked at the papers piled up on his desk and sighed, "What's more, if you can't sleep, I can't sleep either."
It sounds like he is expressing his one-mindedness with the adults, but in fact, Magistrate Zhou sighed in his heart. He, as an official, is not of the same mind as these officials.
Now he is checking the finances and taxes of the prefecture and county. In addition to being physically and mentally exhausted, these subordinate officials who have dirty hands and feet are even more uneasy.
"I don't dare to let down the emperor's trust." Magistrate Zhou did not talk to him about his heart and soul, but said something serious, "I can only do things with all my heart and soul."
Cao Lidian did not compliment him, but looked solemn.
"Sir, the key to this matter is not the matter, but the person." he said.
Huh? Magistrate Zhou was slightly startled.
Without waiting for Magistrate Zhou to decide what to say, Cao Lidian continued: "If you want to do this well, just get rid of Ning Lu."
Good fellow, Magistrate Zhou’s hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly. What the hell happened in the middle of the night?