But just a few days of hard work, the whole Songjiang is a legend of how Xu Zhao and the two masters fought for the interests of Xiaozhuang at the same time, the magic of the "flying shuttle" also spread all over Songjiang, what "a shuttle top a hundred workers", "a machine top a hundred machines" and other sayings, has been circulating in the streets and alleys. As for how amazing the "flying shuttle" is, I am afraid that only a few people can see it with their own eyes, after all, often those big cloth villages only have one "flying shuttle".

To the uninitiated, it may sound like a novelty, but to the insider, they are well aware of what the "shuttle" can bring.

Wealth!

The cloth merchants who are most sensitive to wealth in the "auction" of the day, have rushed to the Wanjin Building with the silver, not only the cloth merchants in Songjiang and even the cloth merchants in several nearby counties have also gotten the news, for a time the Wanjin Building is very lively, all the rich merchants who want to buy the "flying shuttle" with the silver.

Seeing that it was getting more and more lively here, Shi Yiwen didn't bother to deal with these things personally, after all, the rest were small shrimp and small fish, so he left the matter to Wu Cai and walked around Songjiang alone.

Songjiang, that is, the Shanghai of the later generations, although it is far less than the magic capital hundreds of years later, but it is also a large city with a population of hundreds of thousands. Dayi, which has a population of hundreds of thousands, is not new to Jiangnan.

"It's a pity ......"

Thinking of the tragic situation of ruining the prosperity of the world and the regression of civilization a few decades later, Shi Yiwen's heart couldn't help but sink. Thinking about it, he walked alone on the streets of Songjiang.

Walking and walking, maybe it was the hustle and bustle of the market that woke him up, looking left and right, Shi Yiwen couldn't help but be stunned, where is this?

Before he knew it, Shi Yiwen couldn't even figure out where he had gone.

"Look at you, you're cranky and lost again......"

While laughing at himself, Shi Yiwen smiled and looked at the surrounding environment.

"This seems to be the Temple of Literature, but there are quite a lot of bookstores......

Talking to himself, Shi Yiwen walked into the bookstore on the side of the road, unlike other people who buy books to read, he buys books to collect, whether it is current literature or miscellaneous studies, but if he has not bought it, he will simply pay for it and buy it with money.

I bought too many books, so it was not convenient to carry them by myself, and when I saw Shi Yiwen's money, he bought a lot of books, and the bookstore shopkeeper directly ordered the guy to send the books to the door.

"These books will be sent to Wanjin Building, and they will be handed over to Wu Cai ......"

I don't know how long I shopped, I don't know how many books I bought, and when there was no bookstore around, the streets were not as lively as before.

Looking up at the sky, it was already noon, Shi Yiwen, who felt a little hungry, did not go back to the inn, and found a restaurant on the side of the road, leaned against the window facing the street, ordered a few dishes, and sat alone by the window while eating and enjoying the street view outside the window.

Compared with the bustle near the Confucian Temple, although there is a slight flow of people here, there are more than a dozen calligraphy and painting stalls on the street, and behind the calligraphy and painting stalls without exception sit scholars dressed in cloth, they are of different ages, but without exception they are wearing student shirts.

The so-called calligraphy and painting stall is also simple, it is nothing more than a table and a chair, plus pen, ink, paper and inkstone, people sit on the chair, holding the book in their hands and reading it fascinatingly.

Wasn't Wu Cai like this at the beginning?

Perhaps, this is the survival of the down-and-out scholars. Scholars are short of money, and it is very common to set up a table to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street, and after it soars, it will still be an "elegant thing" touted by "Shilin".

Just across the street, in the shade of a tree, sat a scholar, holding a scroll, not so much selling calligraphy and paintings, but reading a book.

The scholar was not very old, but only in his thirties, and just as he was concentrating on reading, a young man who had not yet grown his hair came over, and the scholar looked up at the young man before putting down the book, as if he was saying something.

"It must be a father and son."

Seeing the father and son sitting in the shade of a tree, eating a simple meal, Shi Yiwen thought in his heart.

When he left the restaurant after eating, before Shi Yiwen walked a few steps, an exclamation suddenly came from behind him.

"Qi'er, Qi'er......"

Subconsciously looked back, only to see the scholar under the shade of the tree, grabbing the boy and shouting, and the boy clutched his throat, his expression looked extremely painful, and the scholar's hand reached into the boy's mouth as if he was pulling something.

"Is there water? Who has water ......"

Although he didn't understand the Songjiang dialect spoken by the scholar, Shi Yiwen could also see that the young man must have choked.

So I ran straight over.

"Brother, what's going on?"

The scholar who patted the child's back looked extremely nervous, looked up at Shi Yiwen who ran over, and said nervously.

"Let's choke on the rice cake......"

Someone would have brought a bowl of water.

"Quick, hurry Xu Xiucai, give him some water, drink the water and send it down......"

When the young man who was originally bent over and clasped his throat raised his head, Shi Yiwen saw that his face was purple, and the breath in his mouth could not enter or exit, which was obviously about to suffocate, but when the young man was holding the water and wanted to drink water, the person fell down and began to roll his eyes.

"Qi'er, Qi'er......"

Just as the scholar shouted anxiously, and put his fingers in his mouth.

"You're just going to smash things deeper into it!"

Pulling away the scholar, Shi Yiwen picked up the boy who fell to the ground, and then hugged his abdomen from behind.

"You, you ......"

"Save his life!"

As he spoke, Shi Yiwen's hand clenched into a fist, and the inside of his thumb was attached to the abdomen of the two fingers above the boy's navel, and the other hand was attached to it and pressed hard.

This is the famous "Heimlich maneuver", there is an American doctor named Heimlich, in his medical career, he has seen countless cases of suffocation by foreign bodies caused by respiratory obstruction and death. He found that doctors often slapped patients on the back or put their fingers in their mouths and throats to remove foreign bodies, only to make them penetrate deeper into the respiratory tract, causing tragedy. So, he invented a first-aid method that uses the residual gas in the lungs to form an airflow to flush out foreign bodies. This is the Heimlich maneuver.

This method is very effective in dealing with acute respiratory foreign body blockages, and has saved millions of people, and Shi Yiwen certainly knows something.

Shi Yiwen, who was holding the young man, squeezed his hands inward quickly. After repeating this five or six times, the teenager, who was already suffocated, finally "Wow! The ground spat out a piece of rice cake.

"Ah......h

The young man who was dying just now came back to life, panting and wiping his tears. "Qi'er, Qi'er......"

The scorched scholar immediately asked excitedly when he saw the child gasping for breath.

"How are you doing? Can you catch your breath? ”

"Daddy, kid, kid, can catch your breath......"

Seeing that the young man was gasping for breath, Shi Yiwen was also relieved. Seeing this, he left directly.

"That's good, that's good, Fang Cai was scared to death for father and son, fortunately someone came to the rescue, otherwise ......"

Wiping away the tears from his son's face, the scholar seemed to remember something, and hurriedly looked up to the left and right, and there was still that person around him.

"Hey, can you see the brother who saved my family Qi'er just now?"

"Xu Xiucai, you mean that person, that person left directly after saving your son."

Hearing this, Xu Xiucai said again and again.

"This, how is this good, the grace of saving people's lives, can it not be repaid, Qi'er, you look at the stall, and look for him for your father......"