Fang Mingzhu worked frantically. From dawn to when the shop opened for business, she finally finished all the chores she was assigned to do. She should be able to have breakfast.
Fang Mingzhu straightened up and moved her sore limbs. She was so tired after not even having a morning. I really don’t know how that girl in the past survived the past four years. She used a well that looked a little cold.
I wiped my face with water to feel refreshed.
"In modern times, my mother is still waiting for me, so no matter how difficult it is, I must persevere!" Fang Mingzhu made up her mind again.
She doesn't know that in modern times, people's lives are not as easy as hers.
Master Zhong has returned to Qingcheng Mountain. In his own training room, he is concentrating on concentration, tracking Fang Mingzhu's unknown fate in the vast sea.
Fang Qianhua is still unconscious in the hospital, and accompanying her is her ex-husband, a kind-hearted Italian businessman.
Homura has left the hospital because he had to deal with a very difficult matter. Now Homura is sitting in a luxury hotel on a small island in the Mediterranean, playing with a delicate pistol in his hand, and posting a message calmly and elegantly.
Another order of life and death! However, whenever he is left alone, his eyes will be cast to the distant sky. Only he himself knows that under the cover of his indifferent and calm expression, his heart is fighting for a person.
The tearing pain of a girl!
Fang Mingzhu's breakfast was a bowl of vegetable porridge with no visible color. The vegetables and rice used in the porridge looked very suspicious. Fang Mingzhu secretly regretted why she didn't think of it when she made breakfast for them just now.
How about eating a little secretly first? This time, I remembered that I must eat secretly next time! However, no matter what is in the bowl now, Fang Mingzhu will eat it, as long as it is not poisonous, she will eat it, because
She was already very hungry, and she didn't want to starve to death because she was picky about food! Life is often so simple and cruel.
The porridge was eaten. It was not tasteless, but it was so unpalatable that it drove people crazy! I am afraid that the only reason why Fang Mingzhu did not vomit was that if she dared to vomit, she would not be able to eat for a day or two.
After breakfast, Fang Mingzhu's job was to help light the stove in the front shop and keep looking at it.
The shape of the road is very strange, almost square, with the furnace mouth on one side, and small red and blue flames jumping from the furnace mouth. Next to the furnace mouth is a square iron stove with a very flat surface.
Next to the furnace is a small bellows, and Mingzhu's job is to keep pulling the small bellows.
In ancient times, making jewelry required extremely high fire conditions. Especially since silver is so soft, it cannot be molded if the fire is too low. If the fire is too high, it is easy to lose shape. Once broken, it has to be melted again in the furnace, and every time
Re-melting will cause silver to suffer a new round of losses.
However, Boss Chen's skills were really limited, and he was always clumsy when making jewelry, so he had to go back to the drawing board.
Boss Chen, like his wife, always uses pearls to vent all his anger, so the blame for the resurgence is also blamed on Mingzhu. Therefore, every time he hits the jewelry, it becomes Mingzhu’s nightmare. The one in Boss Chen’s hand that knocks the jewelry
His little hammer became the most ready-made weapon for hitting the pearl. As long as he was slightly dissatisfied with the jewelry in his hand, he would directly hit the pearl with the hammer, causing bruises all over the pearl's body and a deep scar on his head!
Today, as usual, the work of making jewelry started again with Boss Chen scolding Mingzhu. The smoke generated by the melting and quenching of the silver quickly enveloped Boss Chen and Mingzhu, choking Mingzhu and unable to open her eyes.
Her throat was also sore and uncomfortable, but she resisted and did not dare to cough, because she knew that if she dared to cough, she would be beaten again.
The small hammer struck the silver on the chopping board, making a tinkling sound. The thick smoke fascinated Mingzhu's eyes. She could only control the rhythm of the bellows based on the sound she heard. Through the tinkling sound, a piece of silver jewelry
It gradually took shape in Mingzhu's mind - the silver was first beaten into thin slices, then stretched, then cut off, then molded separately, and finally combined... Having been exposed to her mother's side since she was a child, Fang Mingzhu has already understood the jewelry manufacturing process.
Self-taught without a teacher.
Suddenly, a tinkling sound came into Mingzhu's eardrum. This sound was obviously duller than the other sounds. Boss Chen was still unaware and continued to beat, but Fang Mingzhu's heart sank:
"It's broken, the landing point just now is wrong, the pattern must be wrong!"
At this time, Boss Chen also discovered the problem. Sure enough, one of the extremely thin silver wires was interrupted! Boss Chen was furious and without hesitation, he picked up the hammer and hit the pearl.
This time, Mingzhu did not take the beating silently, but dodged and shouted at the same time: