Wu Jin folded Fang Sheng and handed it to Chang Long. Chang Long repeatedly promised that it would be delivered. The two separated at the foot shop. Wu Jin carried the empty load and walked as fast as flying back to Shishi Street - moved from Shishi Street.
It took Baijiaqiao several years to move back to Shishi Street from Baijiaqiao, but it only took a moment.
He washed his hands and face, put on a long gown with narrow sleeves and a soft gauze Tang scarf, and hurried to Wenhanlou Bookstore to do some book reading.
When he first arrived, the shopkeeper asked him to write a lawsuit. Later, he saw that he was good at writing. His handwriting was both strict and neat, yet flexible and his writing was smooth. He was one of the best among many writers. It would be a pity to just write a lawsuit, so he asked him to write a lawsuit.
When he was too busy copying ancient books, he was also asked to compile official examination documents for the high officials and minor officials in the city.
Copying ancient books and compiling examination documents earned more money than writing lawsuits. All the paper and pens used were supplied by bookshops. When Wu Jin copied ancient books, he recited them in his mind.
The commission money of four taels can be used to support a family of four, and the money from selling bread can be used to pay off debts.
After copying books for a day, Wu Jin rubbed his wrist and returned home. It was already dark. He rushed to the cake shop and picked out cakes to sell on the street. After the cakes were sold out, he went home to read and write diary entries.
Busy every day, until February 19th, Guanyin's birthday, Wu Jin spent a whole day copying scriptures in the bookshop, and Wu Yi went to Xiongshan Temple to sell cakes for a whole day, and returned home with a cake basket on his shoulders at nightfall.
From despair at the beginning, to numbness, to now calmness, he is no longer shy and uneasy in front of the neighbors' laughter.
"Brother!" He put down the cake basket and quickly opened the door. Seeing Wu Jin working hard at the table, he returned to the corridor, took the water from Wu's mother and drank it.
Wu Jin sat quietly in the room, his face illuminated by the oil lamp on the table. Under this dim light, he quietly looked at the letter on the table. The busy and noisy world fell silent, and only a little joy on the letter was beating.
"If you have a letter, please give it to Yin Bei first. I'll blow it to you when I come back. Don't listen to the wind."
This was what Chang Long brought to him when he went to the racecourse to sell cakes this morning.
The three words "Don't listen to the wind" are the catastrophes mentioned in the scriptures. No matter how he suppresses it, it will jump out of its own accord, and it is his unattainable past, present and future thoughts.
Wu Jin put the reply aside, spread out the paper again, and wrote: "On February 19, the twenty-third year of Yuan Zhang, it was sunny.
Today I learned that the title of the poem for the Spring Examination, "Liaodong Sea Bei Jian Long Whale", was written by the subjugated king when he was campaigning in Liaodong: Liaodong Sea Bei Jian Long Whale, the wind and clouds are clear for thousands of miles, and the soldiers are selling horses and cattle, and the masters are feasting in Hao Jing.
.Singing before and after, dancing to invigorate the troops, and drinking until they take off their military uniforms.
Your Majesty took this as the title, which means he has great ambitions for war. However, if you only think about it this way, this title will definitely fail.
The long whale is not only a serious problem for the Jinlu, but also a problem in His Majesty's heart.
The troubles caused by the golden captives can be dealt with openly. The troubles caused by the non-golden captives can only be used secretly, and the use must be traceless.
There is no good sentence to solve the problem yet.”
After writing, he dried the ink on the paper, folded it in half, put it in a paper envelope, and waited to send it to Yin Bei tomorrow.
If it's not the Jinlu who is in trouble, it's Mo Qianlan. If Dian wants to use it secretly, it means that His Majesty is already making plans and will move the chess at any time.
How can a mere million dollars compare to the wealth of ten continents?
After cleaning up, he opened the door and went to wash up. Wu Yi heard the noise and quickly got up and walked to Wu Jin, sniffed his nose and lowered his voice: "Brother, Liu Bowen is dead."
"what happened?"
Wu Yi told him clearly: "Today I was at Xiongshan Temple, and someone came to worship the Lotus Sutra. It was Liu Bowen's nanny. I saw her talking to a maid about how pitiful Liu Bowen was, and she was killed by a fireworks stand.
Fortunately, the fireworks display didn't hit you that time."
He couldn't hide the joy on his face: "You deserve it! Let him bully me!"
Wu Jin's heart buzzed loudly.
"Brother," Wu Yi looked at him cautiously, "What's wrong? The Liu family isn't trying to blackmail us again, is it?"
Wu Jin asked him to enter the house: "No, take off your clothes and let me look at your shoulders. How many times did you sell it today?"
"Three times." Wu Yi took off his clothes.
His right shoulder was frayed, and it hadn't been smoothed out yet. Now his left shoulder was frayed as well. As soon as the clothes were torn off, he screamed in pain.
Poor families work hard, this time he really understood.
The wind and rain in the world had never fallen on him before, but it was just because there was Father Wu, Mother Wu, and brother ahead of him.
Liu's heart was bleeding when he was sent to Liu's house for the cake money he had earned by wearing out his shoulders and breaking his legs.
Wu Jin took out a bottle of medicinal powder, slowly sprinkled it on, and wrapped it with a fine cloth from the shoulders down, and then fixed it from both armpits: "Second brother, Liu Bowen's death is not simple. It's February, who still has it?"
There will be racks of fireworks, and even those that have not been set off during the Chinese New Year will be put into the warehouse and will not be set off randomly, and the fireworks racks are very thick and will not be easily knocked over."
Wu Yi grimaced in pain, and half of his head became numb. Suddenly, when he heard Wu Jin's words, he was shocked and even the pain subsided slightly.
"Second brother, he was harmed by others."
Wu Jin's words were like poplar flowers in the wind, fluttering in front of his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed a handful, but there was blood all over them.
He couldn't help but lower his head and saw Wu Jin's shadow cast on him, like a chasm separating him from the bloody and dark world.
As long as he doesn't cross over, he can always live in a hard but peaceful world.
"Brother, I, I will never associate with these people again."
Wu Jin tied up the fine cloth and asked him to put on clothes: "Are there many pilgrims in Xiongshan Temple?"
His ordinary words immediately made Wu Yi breathe a sigh of relief and get over Liu Bowen's death: "Many, many people are knocking stones there, saying that red stones can ward off evil spirits. I also wanted to pick up one, but I couldn't."
After saying that, he yawned big and ferocious.
Wu Jin collected the powder and said, "Go to bed, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Wu Yi quickly got up and went to sleep in Wu's mother's house. As soon as he left, Wu Jin also went out to wash up and stood in the dark yard, with a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.
Just now he was downplaying his education to Wu Yi, but in fact he had never relaxed. He was tensing up and thinking about how he was almost hit by fireworks on the first day of the festival.
He remembered the words of Mo Lingfeng and Liu Boyu.
"What if I was bullied?"
"How can he be bullied? The girl will vent his anger on him."
The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't tell anyone. Brother Cheng Ting didn't know anything about him and the Liu family. I'm afraid he would only think it was an accident and wouldn't think much about it. Only Mo Qianlan
When he went to Mo's house, he was dirty and messy, and he had to wash himself with bath beans for a long time before he could see anyone. Mo Qianlan's love for Jie must have discovered the clues at that time, and then went to investigate what happened along the way.
Mo Qianlan once said: "What she said is what you must abide by."
In Mo Qianlan's place, Mo Lingfeng's words were rules, order, and a will that could not be violated, so he killed Liu Bowen with a fireworks stand.
And he waited until everyone had forgotten about it before taking action.
Mo Qianlan's forbearance, coldness, morbidity, and doting on Mo Lingfeng all make him extremely dangerous. Compared with him, Mo Lingfeng is still an innocent little baby.