Liyang County is very small, only five miles of road around, standing in the east and west two city heads, the voice is slightly louder, you can ask each other, not too wide on the street paved with rectangular cyan stone oil shine, that is the glaze formed by the friction of many years of walking, the shops on the street are not as magnificent as Shanghai, from the bones reveal a simple ancient charm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wharf where Liang Chaxiang landed is lined with commercial ports on both sides of the river, and there are more than a dozen hotels alone.

"I didn't expect this small town to be so prosperous." Liang Chaxiang couldn't help but be staggered.

"You don't know this, we are a famous little Shanghai in southern Jiangsu" Qin Kecheng showed snow-white teeth, his narrow eyes were squeezed even more slender by the smile on his face.

Liang Chaxiang found that Qin Kecheng loved to laugh very much, always smiling and showing his big white teeth when he spoke, and maintained a faint smile on his face even if he didn't speak, which was very interesting.

At the end of autumn, he said that he hadn't come back for twenty years and wanted to take a walk around the city, politely thanked Qin Kecheng, led Liang Chaxiang away, and walked for a long time, and at noon, he ordered a crazy fish in a small restaurant on Wharf Street, and cried while eating.

In the afternoon, I took a sailboat and went straight to Silk Bridge Town, looked for Yabao, and rented a small yard in Wangjia Village, which is half a mile away from the town.

Three five-room houses, surrounded by a bamboo fence wall, this is Liang Chaxiang's new home.

The owner of the small courtyard built another big mansion in the east of the village, the small courtyard has not lived for a long time, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, Qiu Mo invited craftsmen to completely repair the small courtyard.

The little villagers are simple, and Qiumo treats people and neighbors all take the time to come over to help, and the old appearance of the courtyard will be renewed in five days.

The newly painted white ash on the wall, the various seasonal vegetables just planted in the yard and some common flowers in the countryside are in full bloom, and Liang Chaxiang immediately fell in love with this small courtyard.

Qiu Mo, the neighbor on the left and right who came to the warm house at night, put away his smile and showed bitter hatred in the direction of the Xiao family in Silk Bridge Town.

A month later, in the evening, with a cool breeze, Liang Chaxiang watered the vegetables in the small courtyard.

The queen of the queen next door, the queen camellia, walked in from outside the fence.

"Sister, will you go to the factory when it recruits?"

Camellia is the granddaughter of Granny Wang, who is sixteen years old this year, her parents died when she was a child, and she grew up with Granny Wang, and she has no brothers and sisters, since she knows that Liang Chaxiang's name is only one word different from her, she is very happy, and she surrounds Liang Chaxiang's sister all day long.

Hearing Liang Chaxiang's heart sour, plus Wang Camellia is a solid-eyed girl who must report to the small courtyard after work every day, and over time, Liang Chaxiang also likes her and treats her as a sister sincerely.

Before Liang Chaxiang could speak, Qiu Mo, who heard the movement, walked out of the house.

"The camellia is coming! Sit in the fast house. Qiu Mo welcomed the king camellia in.

In the past 20 years, she has been thinking about returning to her hometown to take revenge, and now the enemy's obsession with revenge is growing like a wild grass in her heart, but she has no chance to start.

In the past few days, the fire of hatred has burned her restlessly, and God has brought her royal camellia.

Qiu Mo likes to pour a bowl of tea for Wang Camellia.

The most famous thing in Liyang is tea and silk cocoons, everyone in Liyang loves to drink tea, and every family raises silkworms.

Every morning, the busiest part of the market is not the wet market, but the large and small teahouses.

Whether it is the shopkeeper of the shop or the old man in the countryside, the homework that must be done every day is to enter the teahouse to drink a pot of tea, listen to a storytelling, and then the shopkeeper opens the door leisurely, and the old man carries a hoe to work in the field.

Even if it's windy and rainy, it never stops.

"There is a jasmine aroma in the tea my aunt made today." Camellia put down the tea bowl and licked her lips.

Camellia Wang likes to drink tea made in autumn ink, and often has different floral aromas.

Drinking tea at Liang's house has become a hobby for her, and every time before the camellia is entered, she begins to guess what kind of fragrance today's tea will be?

"Tell my aunt who are the people in the factory?" Qiu Mo leaned forward with some eagerness.

Liang Chaxiang in the courtyard finished pouring water, put down the water scoop, entered the house, and sat quietly aside.

This is about to begin, right? began to fulfill her responsibilities as a child.

"Female workers, girls and aunts from fifteen to thirty-five can all sign up." Camellia misunderstood the meaning of Qiu Mo.

Qiu Mo was a little disappointed, and his brows trembled.

When will there be a chance to take revenge as a female worker, and the patience that has been waiting for her for twenty years is almost worn out.

"Auntie, don't worry, this time we have to recruit forty or fifty people."

The solid-eyed Wang Camellia saw that Qiumo's face was pale, thinking that she was worried that Liang Chaxiang would not be able to recruit into the factory.

"How can you recruit so many people?" Qiu Mo is interested in knowing all the movements of the enemy.

"I expanded two new silk reeling workshops and bought a new French silk reeling machine, and I heard that the machine can move without using a foot pedal to shake itself."

Wang Camellia's face was full of red light with excitement, and the automatic silk reeling machine was a great event for a country girl like her who had never been to the county.

Qiu Mo's eyes lit up.

French machine ...... Then the aroma of tea will soon stand out......

The day of revenge is not far off.

Registration, interview Liang Chaxiang smoothly entered the Xinglongchang silk reeling factory, and the night before work, Qiu Mo made an unprecedented steamed scallop for her, which was a dish that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year in the past.

Liang Chaxiang knew that they had brought a small handful when they came back from Shanghai this time, and she put it in the suitcase with her own hands. Looking at a small plate full of fragrant steamed scallops, Liang Tea Xiang estimated that the small handful of dried scallops had been removed, and more than half of them had been removed.

In the dead of night, Qiu Mo listened to the sound of insects in the courtyard, lying on the bed like a pancake.

She was a little worried about Liang Chaxiang.

When she saw Liang Chaxiang that day, she easily believed the young man in the tunic suit, and suddenly found that she had made some mistakes over the years.

I have never blindly instilled the idea of revenge in Liang Chaxiang, but I have never considered whether Liang Chaxiang, who is as pure as her, can afford this heavy responsibility.

She regretted even more that she had never taught Liang Chaxiang seriously to deal with people over the years. I regret that I shouldn't have let Liang Chaxiang stay in the harmonious atmosphere of the church for a long time.

Now the arrow is on the string to make it difficult for her to ride the tiger.

Qiu Mo raised his eyes and looked at the cold night sky outside the window, staring for a long time.

In fact, it can't be said that she can give up riding a tiger.

Can it really be?

Qiu Mo clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh but she couldn't feel the pain, blood rushing and roaring in her veins.

How could she and how could she possibly let go?

Twenty years!

In the past twenty years, she has been thinking about revenge all the time.

She has lived for 20 years, and letting Xiao Zhenzhong rebel and lose everything is the only support for her to live.

How many times did she feel that she couldn't live, it was the opportunity for hatred and revenge that made her grit her teeth and survive, and the obsession of revenge had long been deeply rooted in her bones and blood.

Now that the opportunity is at your fingertips, even if she and Xiao Zhen fight together, it is worth it.

As for the fragrance of tea-

Qiu Mo sighed, his eyes empty.

Who made her Liang Xiaoyou's daughter, this is her life.