Those who are accustomed to suffering cannot bear happiness.

Gu Qing was like a person who had been in the dark all the year round when he saw a ray of sunshine at first glance, panicked, lost his mind, and was at a loss.

The previous life is already a different life, but there are still knots in the past life that cannot be let go. In this life, it may be a new life, but Gu Qing in this life does not want to accept kindness from strangers.

He was afraid that kindness would only be a short stay, and that one day strangers would not be able to bear the great loss after they became indifferent to him again.

Half a jar of wine entered his throat, and with the slightly drunken wine, Gu Qing suppressed the churning emotions in his heart.

He is always calm, and for him, abnormal mood swings are a sign of failure or bad luck to come.

Sitting on the futon tiredly, Gu Qing hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Gensheng's eyes were straight, his expression was as if he was demented, and he muttered.

Feng Aweng looked at the demeanor of the two curiously, scratched his head in puzzlement, and saw Song Gensheng's lips squirming, Feng Aweng leaned closer to hear clearly, Song Gensheng's mouth was the sentence that Gu Qing had just said.

"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles......"

Feng Aweng was a little confused, is this a poem? Looks like a good look?

After a long time, Song Gensheng woke up, pushed Gu Qing, and said in a trembling voice: "Gu Qing, Gu Qing!" You're coming back to your senses! ”

Gu Qing glanced up at him.

"Gu Qing, you really haven't read a book?" Song Gensheng looked at him with unfamiliar eyes as if his life was only as he first saw it.

"I haven't read it, what? Am I proud? Gu Qing said impatiently.

"'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together', is the poem you just wrote?" Song Gensheng said excitedly.

Gu Qing frowned: "I just wrote a poem?" ”

"Yes, wonderful sentence, I want to know the whole poem, can you tell me?"

"You're crazy, you, I'm illiterate, how can I write poetry, is the brain of a reader so fragile? As soon as I drank, I was confused. Gu Qing said mercilessly.

Song Gensheng was not fooled this time, he grabbed his arm hard, and looked directly at Gu Qing's face with a determined look.

"You wrote a poem, and Feng Aweng heard it."

Feng Aweng hesitated for a moment and said, "The old man did hear Gu Qing say something just now, but the old man is illiterate, so I don't know if he is talking about poetry......

"It's poetry!" Song Gensheng is categorical.

After pouring half a jar of fruit wine, Gu Qing already had some stamina at this time, and impatiently grabbed Song Gensheng and walked to the door.

"You've drunk too much, go back to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll regret and cry for the stupid thing you said tonight, get out."

kicked Song Gensheng out of the door and sent him away, thousands of miles away.

Then Gu Qing turned around and looked at Feng Aweng, Feng Aweng hurriedly got up, leaned on crutches and said, "The old man walks by himself, walks by himself, and doesn't work to send each other." ”

Gu Qing regained his gentle appearance and saluted with a smile: "Feng Aweng is good to go." ”

A disabled old man left quickly in an unusually vigorous posture, Gu Qing closed the door, looked at the empty courtyard, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's finally quiet, it's good." ”

There was still a small half jar of wine left on the table, and Gu Qing didn't like the taste of fruit wine, but he suddenly wanted to get drunk alone tonight.

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The production of pottery kilns is in full swing.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing may not be good people, but they are professional and efficient in making money.

After the third batch of finished pottery kilns was sent to Qingcheng County, Shi Daxing dug people from various kilns on the outskirts of Qingcheng County, and soon brought more than 100 people to Shiqiao Village, most of whom were young and strong laborers and experienced old kiln workers. These include glazers, kiln craftsmen, and all sorts of handy workers.

Shiqiao Village, which has been silent for many years, suddenly became lively.

Gu Qing accepted all the orders, and mobilized everyone to open up a flat land with a radius of 100 zhang on the mountainside near the kiln mouth, build houses for the new craftsmen and kiln workers, and expand the pottery kiln at the same time, enclose all the important core areas around the kiln mouth with fences, and send the villagers to guard it day and night, and the new craftsmen are not allowed to enter without permission.

As for the wages of the craftsmen, they are still calculated according to the daily salary of each person.

The picture of production in full swing is quite spectacular, Gu Qing squatted on the side of the construction site, watching the craftsmen work together to ram the wall, and the joy of the villagers and craftsmen did not infect him.

His career has grown bigger, and he has made more and more money, but Gu Qing suddenly has a sense of distress.

has money but no power, in the eyes of outsiders, it is equivalent to a fat sheep that has been waiting to be slaughtered. We must get through the contact with the government, otherwise sooner or later there will be trouble.

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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it rained, and on the muddy suburban road after the rain, the Ding brothers supported each other and limped for their lives.

The Ding brothers finally escaped.

Shi Daxing is a merchant and a slave owner, in short, he is by no means a good type. Honestly cooperating with Gu Qing was a last resort, because Gu Qing was more calculating than him and more ruthless.

But Shi Daxing was not so polite to the Ding brothers. I don't know what Shi Daxing thinks after buying these two goods from Gu Qing, maybe he thinks that they are cheap and not good, so he doesn't plan to cherish them, and he makes people beat the Ding brothers to death every day.

The village tyrant brothers who once dominated Shiqiao Village suddenly fell to a low point in their lives, thinking that being beaten every day in the hands of Gu Qing was already at the bottom, but when they fell into the hands of Shi Daxing, they found that there were eighteen layers of hell waiting for them under their lives.

I miss the days when I was beaten by Gu Qing, although it hurts, but people at least take care of the food.

Shi Daxing also manages the food, and he is very skillful, and only gives them the basic amount of food to survive every day, and the Ding brothers are in a state of starvation and lack of strength to live every day.

As villains, falling into such a miserable situation, the Ding brothers no longer have the strength to reflect on their lives, and they deeply realize that if they want to live, they must escape, otherwise they will not live long.

So on a rainy night after the Mid-Autumn Festival, taking advantage of the opportunity for the handyman guarding the firewood room to take a nap in the middle of the night, the Ding brothers cooperated with each other to loosen the rope and quietly ran away from the firewood room.

It didn't take long for the guy from the Xinglongji store to find that the Ding brothers were missing, and chased after them with torches, gongs and drums.

The Ding brothers fled for their lives in panic, stumbled on the muddy suburban road, and when they ran to a dilapidated and abandoned mountain temple next to the suburban road in Qingcheng County, Ding Erlang fell to the ground with weak knees, and his consciousness was close to coma.

"No, I can't run, brother, my two brothers are at stake."

Ding Dalang looked anxiously behind him, vaguely seeing torches and scolding in the distance, Ding Dalang became more and more frightened, gritted his teeth, and struggled to drag Erlang into the mountain temple.

Tried his best to drag Erlang to the temple, although this temple has been abandoned for a long time, fortunately, it is still dry inside, Ding Dalang can't take care of it, he sits on the ground, and the whole person lies down.

In the silent temple, only the heavy wheezing sound of the two could be heard, and the frightened eyes of the two looked out from time to time, for fear that the pursuers would find this place.

Suddenly, a crisp, lazy voice came from above the two of them.

"You're so noisy. Get out! ”

The two of them were shocked, and they looked up to find that on the beam of the mountain temple, a woman in white was lying on it with a lazy expression, with one hand on her knees, and the other hand carrying a wine jar, looking down at them indifferently.