Zhao Bufan didn't take anyone with him, and soon came to Dongcheng.

Dongcheng is the most lively place in the whole Shengcheng, and it is not easy to find a so-called old woman.

Zhao Bufan can be regarded as ruthless, inquiring door to door, and finally found Magu's residence in an extremely remote corner.

Zhao Bufan didn't go directly to find it, if he wanted to leave a good impression when he met for the first time, or even said that he would directly let him take care of it, if he didn't know the details of the other party and went recklessly, I was afraid that a verbal mistake would be swept away, and it would be difficult to come to the door again.

For this kind of old woman who no longer has the slightest ambition, benefits, threats or anything will not work.

Through inquiries among the neighbors, I learned that this old lady named Magu had no children, but in the early years, I heard that there was a companion, but it was too early.

Since then, I have stayed at home, and some of the necessities of life are delivered on time by a woman in her forties, but it will not stay overnight, and usually will leave in an hour or two.

Zhao Bufan was a little embarrassed, this Magu was even more mysterious than the red lotus, how to get close.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go to this woman in her forties to find out the specific situation.

Seeing that it was almost noon, thinking in his heart that Ye Zangguang might be dying at the bottom of the deep stream, Zhao Bufan's heart was like cooking oil, and he didn't care about eating, according to the vague guidance of a few people who came together with each other, Zhao Bufan finally found the whereabouts of the middle-aged woman after several tosses and turns, it turned out that she was the owner of the largest weaving workshop in the eastern city, named Dong Xiujie.

When Zhao Bufan came to the destination, he looked up, and three gold-inlaid characters came into view, Xiujiefang.

Zhao Bufan nodded, this boss Dong Xiujie should be a sincere person, the name of the store is consistent with the name of the person, it seems that he is not the kind of person who pays attention to fancy appearance.

Pushing the door in, you can faintly hear the sound of a light loom running.

The scale of this weaving workshop is really not small, and perhaps the clothes in the imperial capital are also from here.

"Is your boss here?" Zhao Bufan tried to control his voice more relatable, after all, there was a group of girls in front of him, and he was afraid that he would not get the truth if his tone was heavy.

There were dozens of young women in the huge room who were weaving with their heads bowed, and I don't know who answered the "no ......"

"Aren't you there?"

"Is there anything wrong with you right now?" replied a young woman with a sleek face, looking up.

"Oh! Nothing special, a visit between old friends. ”

"You? There are only a few old friends of our boss, but I haven't seen you. Besides, you're so young, if you're an old friend of our boss...... Sisters, have you ever heard that the boss has a habit of being friends with a baby in open crotch pants? Giggles...... "Laughter like silver bells rang out in the huge courtyard, and dozens of young women shuttled among the fabrics of various colors.

Zhao Bufan's face was red, in the face of these unreserved girls, the conventional gentleman's style of play would not work, Zhao Bufan could only bite the bullet, folded his face a few times and said with a hippie smile: "Sisters, I am really joking, Xiao Ke's mother is a close friend of Xiujie's seniors, and it is just because she is too eager to see Xiujie's seniors, so she lost her words." Sisters, don't blame me!"

"Sister!" he called us sister, clucking...... Looks bigger than us, giggle......"

"Alright! stop teasing this boy. Just when everyone was swarming and thinking it was funny, a slightly older woman came out of the house, looking to be about thirty years old, dressed very dignified, and different from other girls at first glance.

In terms of looking at women, Zhao Bufan has no experience, and he has never seen a few women seriously in his life. However, since he met Red Lotus, he understood the weight of temperament in women. Some are innate, do not need external embellishment, and are natural, just like red lotus.

Some are formed through continuous polishing, perhaps because of the lack of unique advantages, and always need some external things to pick up self-confidence, just like their aunts.

But even this is not something that every woman can do. The woman in front of her still needs clothes as a foil, obviously belongs to the latter, and for such a woman, boasting is essential.

"My sister's beauty is rare in the world, I don't know what to call it?"

"Hmph! slippery head, I don't learn well at a young age, and I just work on girls. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Naturally, I was looking for Xiujie's seniors to discuss something, and my mother was not in good health, so she asked me to come. ”

"Oh, then have you seen the Xiujie seniors in your mouth?"

"I met once when I was young, after all, it's been too long. This sister doesn't want to prevaricate the little brother, the old mother at home is sick and needs to be taken care of, I just say a few words, please be accommodating. "Zhao Bufan really doesn't have time to talk to these people anymore, time waits for no one, and I'm afraid it will be too late if it's too late. Therefore, there is a hint of impatience in the words.

The woman looked at Zhao Bufan and didn't speak, but saw that this young man was really extraordinary, although he had a slight loss of decency with those girls before, but now it seems that it is a little contrived. A person may only be able to reveal his true self when he is anxious. This son is well-proportioned and integrated, and standing there is already the center, which shows the nobility of his birth.

"Come in with me!" said the woman, turning and returning to the house.

Zhao Bufan was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed, and when he entered the house, he found that the woman before was already sitting on a chair, with a pot of tea and two tea bowls next to her. Zhao Bufan is not good at tea, but smelling the curling aroma of tea is enough to see that this is a good pot of tea.

"Sit down! This tea can't be drunk by non-distinguished guests, and it's the first time I've taken it out in a few years, so I'm also thanking you for it." ”

"Distinguished guest, Xiao is not a distinguished guest!" Although Zhao Bufan said this, he was not polite at all on his legs, and sat directly on the position of the women's next table.

"It's expensive or not, I take my eyes as the standard, since it's a cloth workshop, my way of looking at people is naturally different from ordinary people. Say, what's the matter?"

"Looking at your posture, you know that it must be Xiujie's senior. After Zhao Bufan finished speaking, he took a big sip of tea, and he didn't drink anything good or bad, mainly to moisten his mouth, and he still had a lot to say later.

"You also said that you saw me when you were young, did I get old so fast?"

"Naturally, no. It's such a senior, in fact, the younger generation came this time to ask for something to ask for something with the seniors. ”

"What's the matter?"

"To see the old man Magu. ”

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