"Is this very valuable?" Tian Niu saw that Haitang was silent and thought that the jade pendant was very valuable. Despite this, Tian Niu never wanted to hide it quietly and look for an opportunity to sell it. This thing is not her own, so she must
Give it back to others.
This is the silly and honest simplicity of country girls.
"Okay, you can help dye the cloth starting today, otherwise we won't be able to finish the cloth Mr. Zilu wants. I will return this thing to others," Haitang said.
Tian Niu went over and went to help Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zilu practice riding bicycles with Lamei. Mr. Zilu had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He had flexible hands and feet and strong balance ability. He learned it in a short time. Mr. Zhang, on the other hand, stumbled and fell.
Getting up, getting up and falling down have become a negative example for Zilu.
Haitang quietly observed Zilu from the side.
What does he have to do with the Prince's Palace?
Isn't the prince of the Prince's Mansion the handsome old man whom Mr. Zhang hosted last time?
Zilu has nimble hands and feet. Could it be that he stole the jade pendant from the prince's palace? In that case, he should have kept it more carefully, why did he drop it on the ground? Mr. Zhang likes to make friends from all walks of life, so it is not impossible to meet a master thief.
Seeing Zilu's eyes, Haitang always felt that there was a kind of vicissitudes of the human world hidden there. He was obviously about the same age as Mr. Zhang, so what kind of experiences would have caused him to have such vicissitudes of life.
It was as if he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes of life, and his eyes did not glow with a thief. Calling him a thief seemed a bit excessive.
At his age, what has he experienced that has made him the person he is today.
In Mr. Zhang's eyes, Haitang saw the calmness and indifference of being aloof and playing life.
What Haitang saw in Datong's eyes was the clarity that could be seen at a glance. She liked that kind of clarity. This was also the only clear man Haitang had ever seen in this era.
Only a person with a clean heart can have such clear eyes, Haitang likes it.
"Sir, would you like to visit our back mountain scenery?" Haitang came over and asked.
"Okay." Zilu was thinking about how to contact Haitang alone, and now the opportunity came.
Haitang took Zilu to the backyard of Ranfang and walked on the path. Mr. Zhang and others followed behind, keeping a certain distance, but could not hear the conversation in front of them.
Haitang asked them to follow her because she didn't want others to see her gossiping. Although few people came to this place, who could tell if the walls had eyes.
"Can you see the master's hands?" Haitang asked.
Zilu opened his palms without any scruples. Could it be that Haitang could tell fortunes by reading fortune-telling? Then it would depend on what kind of god she was. Can she tell that she was the young prince? Zilu thought to himself.
Haitang looked at it and kept it in mind, and it became more and more consistent with his own inference.
"How can anyone not tell others after watching it? It's not for nothing." Zilu said.
"Master Zilu knows this very well, and yet he still deliberately makes things difficult for me, an ignorant little girl dyeing cloth in the countryside. Doesn't it look stingy?" Haitang said with a smile.
"Is she really a little ignorant dyeing girl from the countryside?" Zilu looked into Haitang's eyes. He didn't believe it.
"Young master, I left something behind. I'll give it back to you." Haitang took out the jade pendant, turned the side with the writing on it facing up, and gave it back to him.
Zilu saw a look that he had never seen before in his eyes. He blamed himself for accidentally showing off this symbol of identity.