Yuan Ji Fang Er and Jiang Ming were a little surprised. What surprised them was Li Minglou's posture. She had black braids and was wearing cloud-like clothes. Her squatting posture was not inelegant, but looked more delicate.
Yuanji squatted down next to Li Minglou: "What is this?"
Fang Er and Jiang Ming looked at each other and squatted down.
"This is a dog made of wood."
"Some craftsmen have recently come to the street, selling various toys and singing shadow puppet shows."
This wooden dog is clumsy and rough. It is not a finely crafted toy. It is the kind of toy that people with limited money would buy if they love their children. It is cheap, rough, and can withstand beatings.
Now more and more people come to give gifts to Mrs. Chu, regardless of high or low status, some give pearls as big as eggs, and some give braised eggs made with their own secret recipe.
This wooden dog must also be a gift.
Li Minglou reached out and patted the wooden dog on the head. Under the gaze of Yuanji Jiang Mingfang Er, the wooden dog turned somersaults and stuck out his tongue to show his request not to be angry.
Li Minglou laughed.
"It's fun," she said.
Yuanji grinned and nodded: "It's fun."
Fang Er and Jiang Ming also nodded.
"I remember that the governor bought two poodles from the sea, and they could do ten somersaults in one go." Jiang Ming pinched his short beard and said.
The young lady was sitting on the colorful brocade show bench and smiled. She did not say anything. Instead, the young man who had just learned to walk stood beside her and held her sister's knee, giggling.
The dog only turned over a few times. He was kept together with the golden pheasants, fragrant pigs, dairy sheep, peacocks and elephants owned by the young lady. He ate, slept and had fun without any worries, but he couldn't turn over anymore.
Did the young lady think of her father when she was a child?
"Really? I can't even remember." Li Minglou said. There were still ten years between her and the fourteen-year-old Li Minglou, and she had too many wonderful things to play with in her life, all at that time.
I laughed as soon as I saw it and passed by without remembering anything in particular.
She pointed at the wooden dog squatting in front of her.
"This is a gift from Wu Ya'er."
Jiang Ming blinked: "Is it for his mother?"
His mother is a blind woman. How do you see this? Listen to the voice? Or is this the memory of their mother and son when they were young? Or is it a code? A hidden secret? Jiang Ming straightened his back.
Li Minglou smiled and said: "It was given to me."
The smile on Yuanji Jiang Mingfang'er's face suddenly disappeared, and when he looked at the silly dog squatting in front of him, his expression was solemn and guarded.
"Why send this?"
"What's hidden in the mechanism?"
"Jiang Ming, didn't you check?"
"He didn't say it? He didn't say it in the letter either."
Hearing the question, Jiang Ming was a little annoyed. He would personally open and check the letter written by Wu Ya'er, but he did not specifically mention the package to the lady, only to his mother, so he did not open and check it in the same way.
Mrs. Wu would be present when opening anything Wu Ya'er sent. If he had evil intentions, it would only be his mother who would be killed.
There may be evil intentions hidden inside! Jiang Ming reached out and grabbed the wooden dog, and was about to tear it apart with his bare hands, but Li Minglou hurriedly stopped him.
"It's just a toy. He apologized to me for Anton," she said.
Jiang Ming held the wooden dog in his hand and felt the burrs pricking his hand: "What about Anton, a toy is just an apology?"
How can it be so cheap! We are not young and ignorant children.
Li Minglou smiled and said: "Of course not, well, that's what he meant. What he really did was to accept A Jin and the others. In addition to doing things, he also expressed it in other small things in words. Although it is meaningless, it is quite fun."
She smiled and stretched out her hand to pull off the strip of cloth that the wooden dog spit out when Jiang Ming grabbed it. Don't be angry, I'll do a somersault for you...
She laughed again.
Why is it so fun? Yuanji and Jiang Mingfang looked at each other in confusion.
There were only two women around the eldest lady, Mrs. Wu was stupid and ignored them, and Jin Jue was called by Yuan Ji as a woman and a personal maid.
Jin Jue came happily, specially bringing a food box with a few side dishes. When she walked in, she was startled when she saw three men sitting at the table with solemn expressions.
"Is that somersaulting dog fun?" Yuanji asked straight to the point.
Jin Jue smiled: "It's fun."
Jiang Ming dared to express his dissatisfaction with the kumquat, frowning and slapping the table: "What's so fun about this? It's made of wood. It looks exquisite, but in fact it's just a hinge. The wood is not polished, painted, or decorated with jewelry...
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Jin Jue said: "Fun has nothing to do with that. I made it myself and specially sent it to the lady. She can do somersaults and say don't be angry. How fun it is."
Yuanji Surong said: "Miss will not forget the losses she suffered just because she received a gift. Miss is a calm person."
Jinju rolled her eyes and felt that it was really difficult to communicate with men.
"What does the fun of a gift have to do with forgetting and forgiving after a loss?" she said, "Miss, I just think it's fun."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left unhappily, then turned around and picked up the food box on the table.
The woman was really strange. She was inexplicably angry, just as she was inexplicably happy. Yuan Ji and the three of them looked at each other again.
"I have no doubt about Miss Wu Ya'er's calmness. She will not regard Wu Ya'er as a good person just because of this dog." Jiang Ming reiterated, his brows serious, "I just think Wu Ya'er is a cunning and cunning guy. He always makes Miss happy. There must be something else."
Purpose."
Yuanji nodded in deep agreement: "For example, let's deceive our soldiers and horses again."
Fang Er was silent, but now he spoke: "I think the key issue in this matter is the young lady."
The lady is never wrong! There is nothing wrong with the lady being tempted! What is wrong is the person who seduced and those who did not stop them. Yuanji and Jiang Ming stared at Fang Er.
"I mean it's a matter of whether the lady thinks this kind of thing is fun." Fang Er hurriedly said a few more words to explain, "If the lady doesn't find it fun, then it's useless for him to give these things."
Jiang Ming was the quickest to understand what Fang Er meant, and thought of the key issue. He slapped his leg and said, "I understand. Miss thinks it's funny because she has never seen such a worthless thing."
Who is Li Minglou? From childhood to adulthood, everything he ate and drank were treasures. Even a small toy was made by a famous artist and made of precious materials.
This kind of broken copper and rusty wood is really a strange thing to her.
"Wu Yaer's people don't even have enough to eat, so they get these worthless things." Jiang Ming twisted his beard and smiled, "Let's get more of these things for the lady. She will naturally stop looking at them if she sees them too much.
In the eyes.”
Indeed, Yuan Ji and Fang Er nodded and relaxed their brows.
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Li Minglou began to receive gifts from Yuanji Jiang Mingfanger.
The gifts given by her own people couldn't be considered gifts. They just saw and picked up something interesting on the street, at the military camp, and on the road, so they brought it to her.
They were all strange things, including pigs made of clay whose shapes were barely discernible, sheep made of wood with strange proportions, and paper kites that could scream as soon as they flew.
Mrs. Chu's movements were watched by everyone, and people like Yuan Ji and Jiang Ming were no exception. The first person to react was Chang Shi, then the people from the prefecture's Yamen, and the merchants on the street. Everyone knew that Mrs. Chu now liked to use the most powerful words.
Simple and inexpensive things made interesting.
This is a miracle.
Mrs. Wu's door was once again surrounded by people. This time it was no longer rare treasures, but all kinds of weird and cheap things made of cheap materials. In the end, they were no longer toys, but various practical tools appeared, such as
A very lethal bow and arrow made of mulberry cotton thread, a bamboo tube that allows people to see farther...
Li Minglou laughed while letting Yuan Ji choose from them, turning waste into treasure.
At the same time, as Jiang Ming and others affirmed, Li Minglou did not lose his reason and calmness. When Jiang Liang and Liu Fan separated the city, the city's troops and horses under the control of Guangzhou Prefecture were stable, and Yizhou Zhou Xian led his troops.
After gathering and heading south, they began to conquer the East Huainan Road.
The flames of war broke out on Huainan Road, stirring up chaos all around. Countless people fled, the rebels and bandits of the Guards were rampant, the towns and villages were burning, and there were few people on the mountain roads that curved from the flat road.
A person standing on the rolling hills, holding hands and looking at the fireworks rising in the distance, means that there is a village over there, but it also means that the village has suffered a disaster.
The straw sandals stepped on the dead spring grass trampled by the horses' hooves step by step, until they saw a dead body lying in the ditch.
This is a family of three. The parents and young son were pierced by a spear and nailed together.
Luggage was scattered around. The luggage had been rummaged through and only the clothes and shoes were left. This was done by thieves and bandits. The guards did not save people, but they did not harm the people. The rebels would seize the young and strong people as slaves. Only thieves and bandits did not want people.
Only steal wealth.
In troubled times, people are displaced and mourned everywhere.
The straw sandals took a step forward, and the wide bamboo hat cast a shadow. He stretched out his slender white hands and touched the eyes of the three of them, because the monk's robes standing close to them were stained with blood.
"Amitabha."
The clear voice was full of compassion. After a word of compassion, the wooden stick in his hand dropped to the ground and he strode forward.