Liao Qing walked straight ahead, walked to a room and stopped.

The willow tree in front of the house was cut down at the waist, and a row of flowers was planted around the willow stump. Liao Qing picked a red one from the bush of flowers, pinched it in his hand and patted the door, and after a while, an old voice came from inside.

"What?"

Liao Qing hurriedly answered: "The flowers are blooming well, I want to buy one." ”

The man inside: "Push the door and come in yourself." ”

Liao Qing then pushed the door open, the light in the room was very dim, and the moment he walked in from the sunny outside, it was almost dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Liao Qing and Boss Hu slowed down for a while, and then they vaguely saw a gray-haired old woman sitting at the head of the bed, holding needles and threads in both hands, and she didn't look at the people who came in, and was embroidering unhurriedly.

"Old man, I want to buy a flower." Liao Qing handed over the one he had just picked in his hand.

"Well, with vision, this one blooms best." The old woman glanced at it, then asked, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Liao Qing quickly took out the knife from his arms and handed it to the old woman respectfully: "Old man, look at this, I just want to ask the owner of this knife." ”

This Liao Qing has always looked rough and savage, and it is the first time he has been like this.

The old woman took the knife, looked at it twice, frowned, and then slowly spoke: "This pattern looks extraordinary, but I have never seen it, so I have to take it and ask our girl." ”

"Girl...... Where's the girl? Liao Qing answered casually.

The old woman's face immediately sank: "Where is the girl, and you can wait to find out?" ”

She raised her eyebrows and took out an embroidered handkerchief to wrap Lian: "This knife will be left here, and in three days you will bring the silver you used to buy flowers to get the knife, and you will choose the best one for no more than six hundred taels of silver." ”

"Six...... Six hundred taels? Liao Qing swallowed his saliva and looked at the tiger boss beside him.

The tiger boss gritted his teeth: "Okay, six hundred taels is six hundred taels, the old man will have to tell me the exact news of the owner of this knife when the time comes!" ”

"Don't worry." The old woman smiled, no more, and only made a gesture to see off the guest.

The two had no choice but to get out of the house, and immediately found an inn to live in, and the tiger boss took out a stack of silver tickets that he had brought with him.

This silver ticket is the foundation he has saved over the years, he took out five and handed it to Liao Qing, asking him to exchange the silver, and he planned to wander around the street to see if he could find out any news.

……

Lin Jinchan has been depressed since he was kicked out of the county magistrate's house by the prince, and he looked at Li Xiucai, a scrivener with a bag, only to feel that his good future was ruined, and he was afraid that he would be in this house for the rest of his life, only busy with laundry and cooking.

She didn't want to be like this, but she couldn't change her current situation.

After being bored like this for a few days, Li Xiucai saw the clue even if he was an elm head, but he thought that it was because he often went out early and returned late during this period of time, and he neglected his wife, so he saw that the potatoes and beef collected from everywhere were almost enough, and he had a little leisure, so he deliberately asked Wu County Commander for a day off and wanted to go home to accompany Lin Jinchan.

Li Xiucai also went to the pork shop to buy a pound of pig's trotters, and then went to the dry goods store to buy a large bag of soybeans, and personally simmered soybean pig's feet soup.

only let Lin Jincian have a good rest, he stewed soup and steamed rice alone, and supervised Lin Jincian with all the food.