Just like the cloth in the manor, there are some things that Lin Lan can never do alone, like that, even if he has three heads and six arms, he can't do it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAll he can do is guide and guide a shortcut that he thinks is right.

Old cotton is purchased, and the cotton thread spun is used in weaving. A complete assembly line came out in this way, with the shuttle and Jenny spinning machines, the efficiency of weaving increased dozens of times, and even the workers in the workshop could not believe that in just two months, they did not know how many pieces of cloth were produced from their hands.

Nowadays, the amount of old cotton is not very large, so the west factory that is almost finished manufacturing has not started, and in another month, after the new cotton is harvested in autumn, there is a real crazy weaving room.

Bao Cheng came to see it once during this period, but he didn't believe his eyes, so could he have such a fast weaving speed? These dozen looms, in just two months, have produced hundreds of pieces of cloth? It's kind of incredible.

Under the shade of the trees, several large cloth umbrellas were open, and Lin Lan drank the chilled watermelon juice and lay on the bamboo chair somewhat comfortably. I don't know how much more comfortable a day like this is than intrigue with some people.

Bao Cheng on the side drank the chilled watermelon juice in a big gulp and said, "Brother Lan, you can really enjoy this chilled watermelon juice." ”

This method of saltpeter ice making had already appeared in the Dajing Dynasty, and Lin Lan didn't spend much effort to find it, and bought it directly from the grocery store. He smiled: "On such a day, it is indeed better than the gods." ”

Yinglian on the side was a little stunned, and murmured, "I don't know how my father is now?" "I was abducted at the age of three, and I don't have such deep feelings for my father, but after all, blood is thicker than water, if she is like her mother, she knows that she is fine, she will be relieved, and now Zhen Shiyin has become a monk and does not know where to go, this is what she is worried about.

"Yinglian girl, maybe this is your father's life." Lin Lan sighed.

Under the scorching sun, it is only in the shade of trees, parasols, and iced juice that you can cool off. Many people in Jinling quietly went to Jingshi. For example, the four predecessors of Shangshu, such as Wang Yan, such as ...... The overlord on the Qinhuai River.

The tiger is not in the mountain, and the monkey is called the king. The Xue family was afraid of everyone Xiao a few days ago and didn't dare to make a big move, but now that the Tyrannosaurus Rex is gone, they can't hold it back again. Throughout the city, the murderer who killed Xue Pan was found everywhere.

In the past few days, even the blood disciples have not gone out in the manor.

According to his own words, it was hot, he was too lazy to shave his head, and it was easy to paint candy, so he became a manager in the manor when he didn't work.

Lin Lan picked up a bottle of chilled Lao Baigan from the wooden basin, handed it to the blood disciple who was squatting under another big tree, and also sat under the shade of the tree, and said, "The Xue family has invited the six doors of the divine capture from the capital, and I heard that they have already seen the number of swordsmanship. ”

"Oh." The blood disciple took a sip of the chilled old white gan and squinted his eyes very pleasantly.

"Are you panicking?"

The blood disciple smiled and said, "What are you panicking about? What can you do if you can see it? He tilted his head and took a sip.

Seeing that the blood disciple was so calm, Lin Lan also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Lao Wang went to the Beijing Hundred Masters Banquet, is this reliable?" ”

"I don't know. It's nerve-wracking to think about these things, I'm only responsible for killing people and saving people, and the rest of the things are not for me to think about. ”

Lin Lan smiled slightly, shook her head and said nothing.

"By the way, what is the thing in Yun Xiaofan's kid's hand?"

"Heh, your ability is so high, why don't you grab it and study it yourself?"

The blood disciple said disdainfully: "It's more true than a child, and I have lost my identity." ”

He dusted off the grass clippings and asked, "What about you?" Just idle? ”

Lin Lan held the back of her head with both hands, looked at the blue sky through the broken leaves, and said, "Don't take yourself too seriously, isn't it good to live like this?" ”

"It's quite comfortable, but others seem a little decadent."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "Then according to the meaning of the blood hero, how can life be considered a wonderful life?" ”

"With the support of Taifu and Lord Yushi, and with such talent, he will definitely be able to smooth sailing when he embarks on his career safely and steadily, isn't it?"

"If it can really be like what you said, the eldest father and the old father are afraid that they will carry me into the officialdom, but you see, now the Baisuo banquet is surging, and the black and white of the Yandao in Yangzhou are unknown, and the fools who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement will shout and shout for promotion and fortune."

The bloodied man stood up and said, "Whatever you want." ”

"What are you going to do?"

An imperceptible smile crossed the corner of the blood disciple's mouth, and he said, "It's a dragon or a tiger, you have to go for a while." ”

"Didn't you say you couldn't find your head?"

"I couldn't have found it. But that night I had a knife out of my left hand. ”

Lin Lan raised her eyebrows and said, "What does that mean?" ”

"If it's an old acquaintance from the six doors, it probably will be a little troublesome."

The corners of Lin Lan's mouth twitched, she can really make trouble, she has to be cool to make a knife? You can stab him to death or drown him, so why play with art to do this?

"Then you can't run around."

The blood disciple said slowly: "If it's really an old fellow, it's easy to get here by the vine." ”

"You're going to kill him?"

"Those who do our business, the cleaner ones are the gods, and the dirty ones can only be assassins and thugs, and no one will get some blood on this knife." When the blood disciple speaks, he always likes to look at people's necks, as if he is studying where to go with the knife, "If you have a good relationship, you will naturally meet with a smile and a grudge, if you have a festival at the beginning, you will naturally see the real trick under your hands." ”

"You've also been a god hunter?"

The blood disciple squinted his eyes, listened to the sound of an early cicada on the treetops, and said: "It didn't take long, at that time, Taifu was in power, and I wanted the most nobles from the Jingshi. Well, you know. Let's go. ”

The bloodie pursed his lips and smiled, and walked outside.

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In this world, there is no impermeable wall.

In the main hall of the Xue family's mansion, Xue Taigong sat with an old man who was a little older.

"Han Zhutou, don't you know about my grandson's death, do you have some eyebrows?"

Han Zhutou sat halfway up the chair, straightened his waist, and said: "Although it has been in the ground for a long time, and the corpse is somewhat decomposed, from the autopsy and the observation of the corpse's wounds, there are already some eyebrows. ”

"What about the murderer? Han Zhutou has read countless people, I don't know who the villain of this murder knife is? The old lady leaned forward with his hands on crutches and asked a little nervously.

"Master Xue."

"Huh?"

Han Zhutou looked up at the luxurious carved railing, and muttered: "Since the king has invited the old man to handle the case, the old man will naturally give you an explanation, and you don't need to ask for two questions in three days." He picked up a long knife wrapped in cloth and looked at the lead-colored ink clouds in the distance.

Xue Taigong frowned and snorted coldly: "What's the spirit? Expecting him to do something is like something, a stinky martial artist. ”

Gangsters, martial arts heroes, in the eyes of Old Man Xue, they are no different, they are all goods that lick blood on the tip of a knife.