The shopkeeper Mao cried and pounded the ground: "What should I do, isn't this my life?" ”

The masters next to them are also full of sorrow, even the shopkeepers are like this, and they don't have a backbone.

"What's going on?"

Fan Meihua pretended not to know anything, and pretended to be worried and walked over to check the situation.

She saw the shopkeeper Mao sitting on the ground holding a ball of silk woven cloth, and just wanted to help pull the shopkeeper Mao up, but the cloth that was accidentally pressed under the shopkeeper by the shopkeeper Mao pulled with her strength, and she heard a crisp "stabbing" sound, which was torn like paper.

Fan Meihua was immediately startled, "This, what's going on?" ”

The sound of the cloth tearing was like a talisman from the shopkeeper Mao, his face became whiter, and there were words in his mouth, "It's over, it's all over now!" ”

The sluggish appearance of the shopkeeper also frightened several other masters. Everyone hurriedly helped the shopkeeper to the side, away from the fabric. Then he pinched people again, and poured cold water again, so he rescued the shopkeeper Mao.

Shopkeeper Mao first looked at the people around him with dull eyes, and then showed a painful look, and his old eyes full of vicissitudes were instantly full of tears.

"This, how can I explain to King Qi's mansion!" With a long sigh of desolation, the shopkeeper Mao wanted to cry without tears.

Everyone present closed their mouths and had a sad look on their faces.

This batch of fabrics was to be supplied to King Qi's mansion for the old princess's birthday banquet five days later, but now something suddenly went wrong, even if the fabrics of other colors were adjusted, it was difficult to make up the quantity.

"Hey! The cloth woven by silk on this day was originally very soft and tough! I don't know what's going on, after dyeing, washing, and drying, the texture of this fabric has become very brittle! One tear turns into a rag! It doesn't work at all! ”

"yes!" Another guy added: "It's the old princess's birthday in five days!" Where is it too late to transfer silk weaving and dyeing cloth from Tu County, if you can't complete the task, you will be beheaded! ”

A few young guys secretly bit their tongues outside the crowd, were glared at by the steward, and then closed their mouths.

Fan Meihua listened to these words in her ears, and she thought to herself that Wei Zhishu's methods were really vicious, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, not only turning the years of hard work of the shopkeeper Mao into ashes, but also pulling Ling Xiu'er into despair. This time, let's see how Ling Xiu'er can get out!

Fan Meihua secretly clenched the handkerchief in her hand, she wanted to get back all the things she had lost, even if Ling Xiu'er was worse off than dead, she must marry Zhang Ze!

Thinking like this, viciousness flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Shopkeeper Mao, have you told Sister Xiu'er about this?" Send someone to find her, she'll have a solution. ”

Fan Meihua's words were like a life-saving straw, and they suddenly gave the shopkeeper Mao a wake-up call. He stood up tremblingly with the armrests on both sides of the chair, he was in the prime of life and instantly aged ten years old, and his face even showed ugliness.

Shopkeeper Mao said excitedly: "Quick, go and invite Miss Ling!" ”

"Shopkeeper Mao, I'll go, you wait here, it's okay, it's okay."

Fan Meihua automatically asked Ying, she did this to clear her suspicion. However, she also has the confidence that everyone will not suspect her, after all, such a small porcelain bottle, so little medicine, and so few people who know this medicine, it is estimated that the shopkeeper Mao will not think that she did it until he finds out.

She couldn't help but start looking forward to it, what would Ling Xiu'er have been like if she knew about it? You must have panicked and wept in fear!

Imagining her appearance, Fan Meihua felt happy! Relieve gas! She hurriedly ran home and called Ling Xiu'er, and couldn't wait to tell her this "good news"!

At this time, Fan Meihua didn't realize that her face was full of treacherous aura, she smiled evilly and walked into the door of Ling Xiu'er's house.

"Sister Xiu'er! Oh no, no! The batch of cloth in the Mao's dyeing workshop is ruined! ”

Fan Meihua ran back in a panic, running all the way and shouting all the way.

Ling Xiu'er was concentrating on embroidering the dress worn by the old princess at the birthday banquet, and Su Shi was helping her with the color of the needle and thread.

The sudden shout made Ling Xiu'er's hand tremble, and the thin and sharp needle instantly pierced a bead of blood the size of a bean on the finger. Ling Xiu'er was stunned for a moment, and the blood bead happened to fall on the eyes of the immortal crane she was cultivating.

Because of this blood bead, the crane instantly became bright, as if it was about to fly out of the embroidered cloth. Ling Xiu'er hurriedly wiped off the blood beads with her sleeves, and the crane, which had not received the nourishment of essence and blood, only became more vivid than before.

Seeing that the crane did not survive, Ling Xiu'er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. And Su Shi, who heard Fan Meihua's voice and went out to check what was going on, walked in, and his charming face added a touch of sadness.

"Xiu'er, you are going to the Maojia dyeing workshop, something has happened."

Ling Xiu'er reflexively hid the embroidery behind her, and walked out in a hurry like a thief.

Fan Meihua handed over the fabric sample she brought back from the Mao family dyeing workshop to Ling Xiu'er, and said eagerly: "The shopkeeper Mao said that all the fabrics have become broken like paper after drying, Sister Xiu'er, take a look at what's going on." ”

Ling Xiu'er carefully inspected the fabric inside and out, and she couldn't see anything wrong, so she looked at Su Shi as if asking for help.

Su Shi also shook his head, "I have experienced a lot of materials, but I really haven't encountered this situation before, could it be that something is added to the formula of dyeing cloth?" ”

Ling Xiu'er shook her head, she only knew how to embroider and raise silkworms, and for dyeing cloth, she didn't know the rest of the ways except that adding her own essence blood to the dye could make the flowers brighter.

The two frowned, and Qi Qi was at an impasse.

This is exactly what Fan Meihua wants to see, but now she can't show her joy, and pretends to be worried and persuades: "Sister Xiu'er, don't care about dyes or not, you better go to the Mao's dyeing workshop to preside over the overall situation first, Mao is the shopkeeper, Mao is the shopkeeper ......."

Hearing that the shopkeeper Mao had something, Ling Xiu'er didn't care about anything, and hurriedly went over with Fan Meihua.

Su was still injured and stayed at home for the time being. She stood at the door of the house and saw the figures of the two disappearing at the mouth of the alley, and couldn't help sighing.

Su put his hands together in front of him and recited the sentence Amitabha, and the Buddha blessed Ling Xiu'er to solve the matter smoothly.

When Ling Xiu'er appeared in the Mao family's dyeing workshop, the eyes of the guys in the dyeing workshop brightened.

It's like a firefighter who sees water, a hungry person sees food, and they swarm around it, talking to Ling Xiu'er about the situation, Shopkeeper Mao is in a hurry, and they are even more anxious. After all, the dyeing workshop is also where they raise their families.

Fan Meihua walked in front, leading Ling Xiu'er to break through the crowd and walk into the house, "Let it go, let it go!" ”

Finally came to the backyard, and Ling Xiu'er saw the shopkeeper Mao sitting on the Eight Immortals chair. Just this accident made the shopkeeper Mao white. Two men were standing next to him to help fan him and prevent him from going crazy again.