With the end of the test firing at Qujiangchi, the news of the release of another magical weapon spread quickly throughout the capital.
"With a bang, a cloud of mist rose up, and everything it passed was a mess, with blood and flesh in it."
"You're talking about a demon crossing the border, right?"
"That's pretty much it. That's a weapon made by a disciple of an immortal."
"Wrong, wrong, not this time, it was someone from the Li Yanhuo family who did it."
There was a lot of discussion in the restaurants and tea shops. Li's fireworks had become more famous overnight, and they were crowded inside and outside.
"...Is that a firework similar to a stone bullet?"
"….Is that one?"
"...Show me that..."
The people in the store were very loud, pointing and shouting, and almost emptied the fireworks and firecrackers on the counter. The busy store clerks did not touch the floor.
Looking at this scene, no one in the Li family complained about being tired, and everyone smiled.
"When Mao'er was born, there was a glow. A monk came to calculate it and said that it was the King of Wuxing who came to this world." An old woman was surrounded by people in the courtyard and said proudly.
The people next to me laughed, and some smiled with disdain.
"Didn't you say last night that when Hengsheng killed his mother, she was going to throw the urine bucket and drown her?" Someone turned his head and covered his mouth and whispered to others.
Someone else reached out and patted her.
A woman over there was also surrounded by people.
"Daughter-in-law Li Mao, come quickly." The old woman greeted, with a smile on her face like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.
"Now it's a treasure."
"No, she will be Mrs. Gaoming from now on. Who can compare with her?"
Others commented with jealousy and envy, and they also gathered around him one after another.
Compared to the hustle and bustle on the street and at Li's house, Mrs. Cheng's front door at Yudai Bridge remains the same.
"Still not writing today?"
People came over in twos and threes and looked at the people standing on the street and asked hurriedly.
"There is no no-writing notice posted today." People on the street said, looking at the door of Cheng's house, "It's just..."
The visitor followed him and looked over, looking surprised.
"Who is that?" they asked.
There was a man standing in front of the Cheng family door.
"That is the ghost judge who is ungrateful and takes revenge." The people on the street said with their hands folded.
Banqin stood in the corridor and pouted outside, but she quickly looked around with some caution. Fortunately, no one saw her, so she quickly turned around.
"It's too late now that I know I was wrong," she said.
"You are wrong." The maid staggered over and put her hand on her shoulder, "He doesn't know he is wrong, he just wants to feel at ease."
Banqin was slightly puzzled, watching the maid step into the hall door, and hurriedly followed her.
"If he asks to see my wife, will she meet me?" Banqin couldn't help but ask.
"Banqin, what you said is wrong again." The maid smiled and said, "Whether I want to see you or not is not a matter of my lady, but whether he dares to say that I want to see you is not."
Banqin said "Oh," and sure enough, not long after, the boy outside the door said that Feng Lin had saluted three times and left.
There is nothing to say and nothing to see.
The street door opened, and when the familiar girl came out, the people waiting on the street immediately rushed forward.
"Ms. Cheng wants to write."
"Can I just look and not ask?"
"I can ask. As long as you can understand the Tao by yourself like Li Mao, you might be able to be accepted as a disciple by Mrs. Cheng Mingzheng."
"Then I'll let you look at my handwriting later, and maybe give me some pointers."
The crowd was noisy, talking and laughing, but soon it became quiet as Mrs. Cheng started writing.
"Wash your clothes quickly. By the time I finish writing these words, the water will be dark." The women on the street greeted me.
Here he was writing quietly, and over there the women in the market were chatting and laughing as they passed by. Han Yuanchao looked away and couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Sir, do you want to go there?" the boy couldn't help but ask.
Han Yuanchao shook his head. Feng Lindu just bowed three times and left. What else was he going to see? They all said that people in different walks of life have nothing to do with each other.
The words spoken in the court have been spread out, and the posthouse is well-informed, and the descriptions are vivid and vivid. People who hear them are sometimes shocked and stunned, and sometimes nod in agreement.
"So it is said that evil cannot prevail over good. Ghosts are ghosts after all. When they first entered Beijing, they wanted to make a name for themselves without even looking at who they were going to beat. They are gods!"
Han Yuanchao did not agree with this statement. How could Feng Lin be a person who wanted to be famous?
It’s just that now the trend has reversed, and the winner is king and the loser is the enemy.
What happened this time does not sound unfamiliar. It was the same as what my father said about the woman's treatment of the thieving monk. If she didn't take action, she would die. If she did, she would kill him. He would be quick, accurate and ruthless.
What kind of person is this?
On the one hand, he repays kindness like a Bodhisattva, but on the other hand, he turns around and raises his hand to kill without mercy, regardless of good or evil.
"Jiangzhou fool..." Han Yuanchao muttered silently, turned around and stepped forward, "Let's go."
After getting on the horse and walking for a few steps, he couldn't help but turn around and saw the woman sitting in the crowd quietly practicing calligraphy. The girl standing by the door caught her eye, but turned away the next moment.
There is no longer the ecstasy of first meeting, nor the sadness of hearing that we parted ways, just like a passerby.
Han Yuanchao averted his eyes and urged his horse to pass through the crowd and go down the street.
Because of his father's relationship, Han Yuanchao stayed in the posthouse this time. When he came back, a postmaster immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Xiao Han Xiucai, someone is looking for you." He said.
Since my father met with the saint three times a day, many people came to see them, including fellow villagers reminiscing about old times, classmates building relationships, and even strangers making friends. They were all overwhelmed, but they also broadened their network of contacts.
Speaking of which, it was probably because of that lady that I was like this at this time.
"Isn't father here?" Han Yuanchao asked, dismounting.
"Master Han is here, but the person who came here is looking for you, Xiao Han Xiucai." Yi Cheng said with a complimenting smile, raising his hand to point into the hall.
Han Yuanchao looked up and saw a man coming out after hearing the sound. He was dressed neatly and neatly. He could not be said to be rich, but he was definitely not poor.
The face is unfamiliar.
This is?
"Han Engong."
Li Dashao took a step forward and bowed to salute.
This word of benevolence reminded Han Yuanchao, and he had mixed feelings when he looked at the man who bowed his head and saluted.
benefactor…
I don’t know who is whose benefactor.
After sitting down in the room, the atmosphere was a little awkward. Li Dashao didn't say anything and leaned over to push over a flying money coupon.
"What are you doing?"
Han Yuanchao recognized it at a glance as the bonus he had returned at Taipingju that day, and couldn't help but frown and said.
"My dear friend, listen to me first." Li Dashao interrupted him and said with a smile.
Han Yuanchao looked at him.
"I just learned about the past between my benefactor and my wife. My benefactor was my lady's benefactor..." Li Dashao said.
"No, you are my benefactor." Han Yuanchao interrupted him to reiterate this point.
Li Dashao responded yes.
"That's a matter between my wife and my benefactor. This money is between me and my benefactor and has nothing to do with my wife," he said.
Han Yuanchao was stunned again, this...
"The lady's repayment of kindness to her benefactor is the righteousness of supporting her benefactor and helping her when there is injustice." Li Dashao continued, "By asking me to be a cook, my lady has repaid her benefactor. These dividends were originally mine.
I want to give it to my benefactor."
Is that so?
"You can't accept it even if it's yours, it's too heavy." Han Yuan said to the pusher.
Li Dashao still pushed the money back.
"My benefactor is stingy to say that." He said with a smile, "My benefactor took it from me before."
Han Yuanchao looked slightly embarrassed.
"I'm not here to accuse my benefactor." Li Dashao continued hurriedly, "I know that my benefactor paid back the money because of my wife. I have no other reason to come here. I just want to tell my benefactor,
This money has nothing to do with my wife, so I ask my benefactor to accept it."
Han Yuanchao shook his head before speaking, and Li Dashao leaned over to salute.
"But please don't worry, my benefactor. I came to pay back the money because my benefactor misunderstood. I don't want to force my benefactor. I understand your benefactor's thoughts and sympathize with your benefactor. All I want to repay is the money I paid before. From now on,
From today on, my benefactor no longer holds the dividends from my Taiping life. Please rest assured, my benefactor." He said, "From now on, it has been paid off. The kindness is kept in my heart, and the money has nothing to do with it."
Han Yuanchao looked at Li Dashao for a moment and nodded.
"Okay, since that's the case, let's just let it go without mentioning the past." He said with a smile.
Li Dashao saluted again.
"Thank you so much, my benefactor." He said and stood up, "Then I'll take my leave."
Not a single unnecessary word was spoken, and no other incident was mentioned at all.
Han Yuanchao looked at him.
"Go well," he said.
Li Dashao turned around and stepped forward. He couldn't help but stop when he reached the door.
"Han Engong, I just want to say that my wife is a good person," he said.
The two are to make Han Won smile.
"When you came here, someone told you not to say this, right?" he asked with a smile.
Li Dashao looked like you had guessed it.
"Yes, Miss Banqin said, I don't need to say much to you, let's just talk about it." He said, shook hands, and sighed, "But, I still can't help but say, my wife is a good person."
Han Yuanchao nodded with a smile.
"Yes." He said, "She is a good person."
Li Dashao looked at him and turned away, then stopped again when he reached the door.
"I forgot." He hurried back and stretched out his hand, "My benefactor, Miss Banqin said that her relationship with you was also going to end. She said that she and you have different paths and do not seek each other. Please give her the book you gave her.
Return the Analects to her."
Han Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt dumbfounded.
These women...
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"Now, no one will dare to rebuke you with your monstrous words to confuse the public in a short period of time."
On a winter afternoon, in Cheng Jiaoniang's hall, Qin Shisanlang sat cross-legged and said with a smile.
"I never had such a thing." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and said nothing, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
"What if Li Mao didn't make the stone bullet?" he asked again.
This time, he was able to counter Feng Lin's remarks mainly by relying on the stone bullets made by Li Mao, and they were made after seeing Cheng Jiaoniang's fireworks.
Seemingly unrelated but related, it corresponds to the saying that the speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention, the doer has no intention, and the observer has the intention.
No wonder Feng Lin would insist that it was too coincidental. It was really too coincidental.
What if the stone bombs were not made in time? Or what if Li Mao didn't say that he was instructed because he saw fireworks? Both are indispensable.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"There are no ifs in this world," she said, "so don't think about it."
There are no ifs in this world.
If I hadn't asked you to treat my leg, would you have agreed to my proposal of marriage?
Qin Shisanlang looked at the woman in front of him.
"If you knew my rules, would you still let me treat your legs?"
"So, don't be sad about spring and regret about autumn. There is never if in the world, what is is what is."
There is no if, so there is no possibility.
Qin Shisanlang smiled, lowered his head and poured tea for himself, hiding a trace of sigh.
