Mu Zhongjun and the village chief still had palpitations when they walked out of the shop. The eldest lady is so ruthless, the shopkeeper actually promised to move out within three days, and the sixteen large vats in the courtyard will be given away for free. Of course, there is no wine in it.

took back the shop, and Mu Zhongjun was in a better mood. Mu Fushu and San Lang said that they were going to the bookstore to buy some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so they let the two go, they waited in the shop, and they had to go to the backyard to see how to clean up after the shop was taken back.

The bookstore and the Lin family's shop were not on the same street, and Mu Fushu and San Lang walked over slowly. Along the way, Mu Fushu looked around curiously, this street is a shop street in Mengyang City, lined with neat shops, about two meters wide in the middle, and neat stone slabs on the ground.

Probably because the year is not very good, and the business of the shop is not very good. The shopkeeper's little two are listless, and they will lift their eyelids when they see a guest walking by. Mu Fushu passed by several embroidery shops along the way, and couldn't help but walk in curiously to see.

What prevails in Shu is Shu embroidery. Shu embroidery is also called Sichuan embroidery, but now it has not been self-contained, the history of Shu embroidery is the Qing Dynasty is famous throughout the country. At this time, the Shu embroidery only has a rudimentary form, and the embroidery method is not so complicated, but the color is contrasting and the color is bold. In this era, there are not many embroidery thread colors, but it is not easy to embroider bright embroidery with limited colors.

After carefully looking at the embroidery in several shops, Mu Fushu was sure that what Lin taught him was definitely not Shu embroidery.

Shu embroidery often uses halo needles to show the texture of Xiàn embroidery, reflecting the light, color and shape of the embroidery, but what I learned is imitation embroidery, and the embroidered things are very realistic.

In his previous life, Mu Fushu's only contact with hand-embroidered flowers was cheongsam. Grandma is a cheongsam controller, she thinks that only cheongsam can reflect the intellectual beauty of oriental women, so grandma's clothes are basically cheongsam. Mu Fushu was also forced to make a few pieces, and she didn't like it at first, but when the smooth material of the cheongsam was delicately embroidered, the effect of reflecting the figure vividly and vividly behind her body made her also surprised. How can a woman not love beauty?

At that time, the master who made cheongsam for Mu Fushu said that he embroidered Su embroidery.

Yes, what the Lin family taught himself should also be Su embroidery! The landscape flowers on the cheongsam are realistic and three-dimensional, which is completely different from the virtual and real decentness of Shu embroidery. So where did Lin learn Suzhou embroidery?

Mu Fushu had something in his heart, and he walked slowly. San Lang saw that she had visited several embroidery shops, and made a note in his heart: Auntie likes embroidery! In the long years to come, all kinds of embroidery became the most gifts he gave to Mu Fushu......

The bookstore business is just as deserted. Saburo probably came often, and the bookstore owner greeted him warmly and let Saburo look at it at will. Mu Fushu bought a lot of things last time, and he was also a little impressed, so he took a few knives of paper and came out: "Little lady, this is a new piece of paper, and you don't get faint when you write." ”

Today's papermaking technology is not very sophisticated, and the highest-grade paper is also yellowish and not smooth, which is a little better than the toilet paper of later generations. Writing will blur ink, ink can pass through the back of the paper, and you need to put a layer of things underneath when practicing calligraphy.

Mu Fushu took the knife and paper and looked at it, and San Lang also came over. This one said mysteriously: "This is flowing out of the palace of the King of Shu, I promise not to faint the ink!" ”

Shu Palace? Mu Fushu glanced at San Lang. San Lang nodded slightly: "The Palace of Shu is in Yizhou, and it is only a hundred miles away from here, and it is possible that this paper comes from the palace." ”

The price of three knife paper is one or two pieces of silver. It was very expensive, so Mu Fushu bought it. There is a lot of gold jewelry in her space, and those jewels are so fine and beautiful that they can't be made with today's craftsmanship. Grandma and grandmother also left some things such as beaded hairpins, which are not much, but they are absolutely exquisite, and a casual piece is worth a lot of money. Mu Fushu, who is used to being lavish, has space to be backed up, and it is even more trivial to buy a few knives of paper for a tael of silver.

Saburo went to find the book himself. Mu Fushu lacks interest in books now. Since she learned about the history of this era and the existing civilization process, she was very disappointed, the Yang Emperor of the Sui Dynasty who crossed through was definitely a waste of wood in other aspects except for fighting, and the food and clothing were not as good as the Tang Dynasty. This is an absolute tragedy for the occurrence of a commitment to eating well, dressing well, and having fun.

Saburo picked out a dozen books and was struggling with which ones to choose. Mu Fushu took out a thirty-tael silver ticket and gave it to the boss, and said to San Lang Nunu: "My brother wants all the books he likes." ”

Before San Lang could react, Mu Fushu beckoned to him with a few taels of silver that he had recovered: "Let's go, Daddy is still waiting!" ”

Saburo was dazed and dragged out. He also brought a few taels of silver this time, but there were too many books he liked, and it was too difficult to consider, but he didn't expect the eldest lady to buy them all. What about twenty-six taels of silver, how can I pay it back?

Mu Fushu knew what he was thinking when he saw his heavy face, and said with a smile: "Brother Sanlang, I also like the book you picked, you read it to me after you read it, and we will buy it together." ”

After speaking, he went to pull the old purse on his waist, planning to take two taels of silver. It's just that the purse is about too broken, and it was actually torn by her! Mu Fushu was very embarrassed, and San Lang also blushed.

There were three taels of broken silver and dozens of copper coins in the purse. Mu Fushu looked at his pink purse, stuffed all the money into it, and said to San Lang: "Brother San Lang's purse was damaged by me, I'll go back and remake it for you." What do you like? ”

Auntie wants to make me a purse? San Lang was overjoyed in his heart, and said incoherently excitedly: "Bamboo...... I love the green bamboo ......."

"Is it the green bamboo that was sewn into the cuffs when I made you clothes last time?" Mu Fushu was proud for a while. This is the best pattern she has embroidered so far, and the Lin family says that she embroidered bamboo! Well, Saburo is a knowledgeable person! So with a wave of his hand, he said arrogantly: "I'll embroider two purses for you and embroider different green bamboos!" ”

Happiness came so suddenly that Saburo couldn't wait to laugh three times. The eldest lady actually wants to embroider a purse for herself! Uncle once said that only women who like men will embroider purses for him. looked at the eldest lady who was smiling at herself, and felt a burst of regret in her heart: the eldest mother is still young! I don't know what liking is......

If Mu Fushu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely be surprised that the current teenager was so precocious!

Back at the door of the Lin family's shop, the four of them got into the car and prepared to go to the county office to pick up Yang Weng.

The car was loaded with grain, and the village chief and Mu Zhongjun sat in front of the car. The two of them could barely sit down. Mu Fushu and San Lang sat in the car, and they had to give Yang Weng an empty seat, so Mu Fushu sat next to San Lang, and San Lang's blushing part-time job was about to burn. Mu Fushu looked at the food in the car, thinking about the refugees outside the city gate, and his heart was a little blocked.

Although Mu Fushu, who is from modern times, has been high since he was a child, enjoys the rich material life brought by wealth, and has a very cold heart, he has received modern education after all, and he can't treat human life like a mustard. Her original intention of founding the foundation is indeed as the psychiatrist said, she wants to use money to buy feelings, but the essence shows that she is not a mercenary businessman, she loves life (afraid of death), advocates a high-quality life (pleasure), and occasionally likes to take risks (death). The experience of resurrection from the dead made her believe in the theory of retribution. If you hadn't done too many good deeds, how could you have a space against the sky, and how could you cross it?

Mu Fushu decided to do his best to help those in need, provided that he was not in danger, of course.

San Lang almost half hugged Mu Fushu, only to feel the hot ball in his arms, and half of his body was almost numb. When he arrived at the county government to pick up Yang Weng, San Lang was still in a state of confusion, and Mu Fushu was also in a state of soul travel. Yang Weng looked at the two people next to him, and somehow remembered the hug back then, although it was a touch of separation, the feeling of nephrite warm fragrance had not dissipated for eight years......

When they left the city gate, they were not as strict as they entered the city, and they were let go after only asking a word. At this time, it was already noon, and the porridge shed began to give porridge, and there was a commotion outside. Mu Fushu woke up, the window had been blocked by grain bags, she looked out from the carved flowers at the back door, and saw a long queue in front of the porridge shed, not to mention five or six hundred people, the soup kitchen shed was too far away to see clearly, I only felt that the people in line were weak and lifeless, and there was no situation at all that she imagined that you pushed me and squeezed you and fought for me.

Yang Weng sighed, and his voice was hoarse: "Today is the last day of soup porridge, and the county granary is empty." Wen Xian Ling risked killing his head to move the granary, if the king of Shu knew, it would be a dead end. ”

Nani?? Mu Fushu heard the word King Shu for the second time. Isn't this the jurisdiction of the King of Qi?

Fortunately, San Lang solved the puzzle in time: "Mengyang belongs to Pengzhou and is under the jurisdiction of the King of Shu." This Wen County Order is a good person, but it's a pity. ”

In the dim carriage, Mu Fushu's eyesight that had been transformed by space water was excellent, and he could clearly see Yang Weng's eye circles red. He's cried before!

Mu Fushu was a little frightened. In her eyes, Yang Weng is chic and uninhibited, and he can't get along with a weak man who will cry sadly.

Yang Weng suddenly sat up straight and leaned over to Mu Fushu: "Auntie, Wen County Ling is a good official, do you think we can save him?" ”

Mu Fushu stood up with a cold hair on his back. Yang Weng's words clearly mean that he has the ability to save the Wen County Order, so force himself to express his position!

In fact, at this time, Yang Weng was completely ill and rushed to the doctor. He knew that the eldest lady had a secret, and the joy of seeing his relatives at first glance made him lose control for a while. He didn't know if the eldest mother's secret could save the life of the eldest brother, and the dead horse should be used as a live horse doctor.

Mu Fu shrunk into San Lang's arms and looked at Yang Weng. San Lang was also a little stunned, and didn't find that he was holding his hands around the eldest mother's waist, and the eldest mother was sitting on her knees.

Mu Fushu's brain was spinning rapidly. Just because she's lazy by nature doesn't mean she can't think. If it were really that kind of lazy person, the family business would have been finished long ago. Yang Weng came out of the county government just now, and he had met the Wen County Commander alone before, and he asked himself to save the Wen County Order......

"You know Wen County Ling." Mu Fushu said affirmatively.

Yang Weng hesitated for a moment, nodded and said in a low voice: "He is my eldest brother." ”

"His surname is Wen, and your surname is Yang." Mu Fushu stared at him closely.

"I ...... I also have the surname Wen. Yang Weng was obviously struggling and painful when he spoke.

Mu Fushu didn't want to ask any more. In this era, the influence and power of the clan were very strong, and the talented Yang Weng abandoned his original surname, either being expelled from the clan or committing a crime incognito. Judging from his feelings and concern for Wen County's order, it is not like he was expelled from the clan, then he committed a crime and hid...... Thinking of the injury on Yang Weng's back, Mu Fushu decisively ordered himself to end the matter, the more he knew, the faster he died.

Yang Weng knew what the eldest mother was thinking. He whispered, "I'm the one who has affected the family. ”

Well, Mu Fushu is actually a good person. Seeing that Yang Weng was depressed, his body loosened and leaned back (didn't you find yourself leaning on San Lang's arms, hey): "How much food did the Wenxian Order embezzle?" ”