Gao Xiaoliu, who was sitting in the gambling house, was not the only one who was shocked.
A tall, simple-looking farmer working in the fields looked at the marks left by the withered grass on the ground and forgot to swing his hoe.
There was a sweaty cook in the back kitchen of a town restaurant. He was holding a knife in one hand and a wooden menu sign handed to him by the waiter in the other. He seemed to be shocked by some dish. The sweat on his face flowed into his eyes and he forgot to blink.
There was a middle-aged scribe sitting in a private school. He didn't care at all about the children fighting with each other in class. He held the book and seemed to be fascinated by it, until his eyes hurt from reading, and he had to raise his sleeves to cover his face and rub his eyes.
There was a beggar squatting on the street, holding half a piece of pancake thrown by a kind person. I wonder if he hadn't seen fresh food for a long time, so he was reluctant to put it in his mouth until the beggar next to him couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to grab it.
He just devoured it and choked to tears.
There was a lone traveler standing at the city gate waiting for verification. He looked at the official arrest documents posted on the wall. He seemed to be fascinated by the unrecognizable portrait on it. The late autumn wind blew away the hat that covered his face.
Didn't notice either.
There was a female prostitute leaning at the door of a brothel buying flowers. She seemed to have no idea how to choose from the basket full of flowers. She was in a daze and had no agility in entertaining guests.
Although Mrs. Dong did not want Qixing to stay up late at night to catch up on work, Linglongfang not only rented a house but also provided ample lamp oil, so the house was brightly lit at night, and the window lattice reflected the figure of a woman threading needlework in front of an embroidery frame.
Of course, if someone really walks into the house, they will see that the woman sitting under the lamp is not Qixing, but the maid Qingzhi.
Qingzhi is not pretending, she is practicing her embroidery skills according to Qixing's instructions. She is unfamiliar and clumsy, but serious and focused.
As the maid of Miss Qixing of Xinghuashan, she must be as skillful as the young lady and be able to help the young lady when necessary, even if she is just acting as a substitute to cover for the young lady.
The Ruyifang workshop is also brightly lit.
Different from holding an embroidery needle, the seven-star figure here is tied up with his sleeves, holding a long saw in his hand, stepping on the pedal, and bending down to saw the board.
The smell of sawdust fills your nose.
Mr. Wei stood aside and fixed his body with a wheel. He held a piece of wood in his hands and squinted at it. From time to time, he picked up a pen and marked it.
Although this wheeled cart was made by Qixing, the Wei family wanted to follow suit and strive to build the wheeled cart themselves in the future.
Momen never skimps on skills, and will teach anyone who wants to learn.
Shopkeeper Lu was also there, but he was not a carpenter and was not interested in craftsmanship. He was just like in the accounting room, looking at the book on the table and fiddling with the calculation chips in his hand.
"So far, we have received a total of twenty responses." He said, and couldn't help but sigh, "I really didn't expect that there are so many people here."
The last time I asked Jingcheng, Jingcheng responded, which was actually not too surprising. Although the Wei Dong family was mean to Jingcheng, everyone actually thought so, and life in Tangkou in Jingcheng was naturally better than in other places.
This time they sent messages from all directions.
It actually got a response.
"However, they are all expressions of surprise and inquiry, and there are not many appeals." Shopkeeper Lu put away his emotion and said, "There are only a few, and -"
His face was solemn.
"The people in the capital say that the government has noticed and is conducting a strict investigation to make us feel more secure."
Although the Wei Dong family felt that what Jingcheng said was right, they still snorted: "They are not safe either, so why should they care about us?"
Shopkeeper Lu ignored Dong Wei's family and looked at Qixing: "Miss Qixing, the situation is indeed serious, do you still want to let this family live?"
Qixing stood upright holding the saw: "It is precisely because of the seriousness of the situation that it is even more important to live, hide and hide. If people's hearts are separated and if something goes wrong, they will be isolated and helpless, then the family business will really be cut off."
At the fifth watch, Qixing left Ruyifang through the secret door.
Shopkeeper Lu came back after delivering Qixing and saw that Wei Dong's family was still in the workshop, looking at Qixing's unfinished wheelbarrow and comparing it carefully.
"I said." Shopkeeper Lu asked, "Don't you think it's nonsense?"
Wei Dongjia picked up the diamond and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you going to be the leader?"
At this point, he burst out laughing so hard that he could no longer hold the diamond.
Shopkeeper Lu had to stop what he was about to say to interrupt him: "Don't drill your hands through, although I am very curious about what kind of car Miss Qixing will build again."
Shopkeeper Lu is no worse than his boss when it comes to harsh words.
Mr. Wei laughed and asked, "Lao Lu, tell the truth, have you ever thought about becoming the leader?"
Shopkeeper Lu glared at him and said nothing.
"I know you have self-awareness now, but what about when you were young? When you didn't have self-awareness and didn't know the heights of the world, didn't you even think about it?" Wei Dongjia asked.
Shopkeeper Lu said angrily: "Ask me why, ask yourself, could you build a wheeled car like the one you are riding on now when you were young?"
Young people are also different from young people.
Some young people don't know how high the sky is and some are arrogant.
In particular, you will think that you will be the chosen one to shoulder the great responsibility from heaven.
When you are young, you dare to think about anything.
"Anyone can think about it, but you can't do things just by thinking about it." Shopkeeper Lu said helplessly, "Not to mention whether we should be the boss or not, and how to clear our grievances, let's just say that now, the government is eyeing us, let everyone live.
Isn’t this really nonsense?”
"It's nonsense...Old Lu, what does it mean to fool around and what does it mean not to fool around?" Mr. Wei sat on a wheelbarrow, put the drill on the wooden frame, and pulled it slowly, and the sawdust fell thinly, "I heard
Elder Duan said that the leader wanted to restore the glory of the sage, so he went to forge divine weapons for the emperor, but what happened? Instead, he conspired with the King of Jin, the leader was martyred, all the elders died, and the family fell apart.
Are you just fooling around?"
Shopkeeper Lu frowned: "Wei Song, are you questioning the boss?"
"I don't." Wei Dongjia said, "I just don't understand what is nonsense and not nonsense."
What happened back then, including the death of family members and the loss of family property, was okay. The Mohist inherited his ambitions from heaven, and his ambitions remain with heaven even after death. But the most terrible thing is that his ambitions were destroyed under the charge of crime.
They were bent on hoeing the strong, supporting the weak, and doing justice for heaven, but in the end they became sinners who committed evil and committed evil.
It breaks my heart and kills my ambition.
The people who survived these years have lived as silently as if they were dead. Mostly because of this, they are heartbroken.
Shopkeeper Lu said softly: "Miss Qixing said that the boss did not conspire with the King of Jin. He sincerely wants to return the sacred science to orthodoxy and do more for the country and the people."
Mr. Wei put down the diamond puller and picked up the ink fountain: "So it's all a good idea. No one knows what will happen when it is done."
Shopkeeper Lu was silent for a moment: "So, you agree with her doing this, so you are not afraid of what might happen..."
"What if?" Wei Dongjia squinted at Mo Dou, "We are already like this, what if?"
What if the family business failed? The family business has already failed.
What if everyone dies? What is the difference between living like this and dying?
"Instead of dying like this silently, it would be better to have a lively and chaotic scene."
Speaking of this, Mr. Wei looked at Shopkeeper Lu.
"Every time I dream, I will die at that time. It would be better to die that way."
Shopkeeper Lu smiled: "Isn't it easy for you to seek death? You could have done it years ago. Why wait for young people to come?"
Wei Dongjia sighed: "If you want to seek death, you have to have that ability. In the early years, I couldn't stand up. If I had this young man's ability -"
He looked at the unformed wheeled cart with admiration and envy.
"Of course I started making trouble a long time ago."
He looked at Shopkeeper Lu, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Lao Lu, if our Ruyifang really has a boss, let me tell you, I don't even look down on the hall master, so why don't I get an elder Dangdang?"
Shopkeeper Lu snorted: "Forget it, you really don't look like an elder." He gently stroked his temples and said, "I'm okay with that."
In the workshop shrouded in darkness, the lights flickered and there was a lot of noise. The clerk who was sleeping in the front yard guarding the shop murmured in his sleep, "My boss has a wheelbarrow, it's really noisy." He turned over and blocked his ears.
The seven stars walk in the thick night, almost blending into the night.
There was only one street between the secret door of Ruyifang and the secret door of her rented compound.
The first few times, shopkeeper Lu personally gave it to her, but later Qixing declined.
"The road is familiar," she said, "and if someone discovers me, it will be easier for me to walk alone than the two of us."
Shopkeeper Lu felt that what she said made sense. One person could explain that the embroiderer who stayed up late to work got lost when she got home because she was not familiar with the work.
Without Shopkeeper Lu to see him off, Qixing's way home is no longer the same, either by jumping on the wall or stepping on the roof, or standing on the top of a tall tree, surveying the city.
When the sky was getting slightly brighter, Qixing returned home and looked at Qing Pheasant, who was sitting in front of the embroidery frame and taking a nap.
She never doubted the loyalty of this maid, but even the most loyal person still needs sleep.
The embroidery frame was not a suitable place to sleep. The arm supporting Qing Zhi's head finally slipped, causing her whole body to fall down. She knocked her head on the embroidery frame and woke up.
"Miss?" The confused Qingzhi stretched out his hand to touch his head and saw the girl standing in the room.
In the dim green light, the girl looked at her, a smile appeared on her face, and she nodded.
"Miss, you are back." Qingzhi woke up and stood up from the embroidery stand, "Have you eaten? I cooked porridge."
Qixing said: "I'm not hungry, I'm going to rest first."
Qing Pheasant responded: "Miss, you must be sleepy after staying up all night. Go to bed quickly."
Qixing walked to the inner room, washed briefly, put on her pajamas and lay down on the bed.
The green light gradually became brighter, and the blue pheasant, which had stayed up all night, did not go to rest immediately. It could be heard walking gently in the yard, feeding the chickens, ducks, and donkeys, and opened the door to buy the freshest vegetables from the vendors along the street...
"Qing Pheasant, where is your young lady?" Madam Dong's voice also came.
Mrs. Dong’s house is also in this alley.
"Miss has been busy all night and has made a cloud shoulder." Qing Zhi said in a cheerful voice, "Shopkeeper Dong, wait a moment and I will bring it to you."
The green pheasant's footsteps thumped, Madam Dong kept saying "ouch", and the yard became lively.
"That's great."
"After staying up all night, I won't do this again."
"Let her have a good rest, and I'll let Madam Wang take a look at Yun Jian!"
"Oh, I am really lucky to meet such a good embroiderer."
The noisy courtyard gradually became quiet with the sound of footsteps and the sound of doors closing.