"Uncle Yuanji, come and see."

Li Minglou squatted on the ground and beckoned.

Yuan Ji Fang Er and Jiang Ming were a little surprised, and what surprised them was Li Minglou's posture, she was holding her black braids, wearing cloud-like clothes, and her squatting posture was not indecent, but even more delicate.

Yuan Ji squatted down beside Li Minglou: "What is this?" ”

Fang Er and Jiang Ming glanced at each other and squatted down.

"It's a dog made of wood."

"Recently, there have been some craftsmen on the street, selling all kinds of toys and singing shadow puppetry."

This wooden dog is clumsy and rough, not a finely crafted top-grade, it is the kind of toy that people who don't have enough money will grit their teeth and buy it, cheap, rough, and can withstand beatings.

Now there are more people who come to give gifts to Mrs. Chu Guo, regardless of whether they are high or low, some give pearls the size of eggs, and some send braised eggs made by their own unique secret recipes.

This wooden dog is also a gift.

Li Minglou reached out and patted the wooden dog's head, and the wooden dog turned his head under the gaze of Yuanji Jiang Mingfang Er, sticking out his tongue to show his request not to be angry.

Li Minglou laughed.

"It's fun." She said.

Yuan Ji grinned and nodded: "It's fun." ”

Fang Er and Jiang Ming also nodded.

"I remember that the Governor used to buy two poodles from the sea, and he could turn ten heels in one go." Jiang Ming pinched his short beard and said.

The young lady was sitting on the colorful cloud stool and smiled, but did not make a sound, but stood aside and giggled at the little boy who was about to walk on her sister's knees.

The dog only turned over a few times, and the young lady's son's brocade chickens, pigs, milk sheep, peacocks, and elephants were raised, and they ate and slept happily without worry, and they couldn't turn their heads over.

Does the young lady think of her father when she was a child?

"Really? I can't even remember. Li Minglou said that she and the fourteen-year-old Li Minglou were still separated by ten years, and there were too many treasures and treasures in her life.

She pointed to the wooden dog that was now squatting in front of her.

"Wu Ya'er sent it."

Jiang Ming blinked: "Did you give it to his mother?" ”

His mother is a blind woman, what do you think of this? Listen to the sounds? Or is it a memory of their mother and son's childhood? Or is it a cipher? Hidden mysteries? Jiang Ming straightened his back.

Li Minglou smiled: "Give it to me." ”

The smile on Yuanji Jiang Mingfang Er's face suddenly disappeared, and then he looked at the stupid dog squatting in front of him, with a solemn and vigilant expression.

"Why did you send this?"

"What's hidden in the trap?"

"Jiang Ming, didn't you check it?"

"He didn't say it? The letter didn't say anything. ”

Hearing the questioning, Jiang Ming was a little annoyed, he would personally open the letter written by Wu Ya'er and inspect it, but the burden was not specifically said to the young lady only to the mother, so he did not open the same inspection.

Anything sent by Wu Ya'er, Mrs. Wu was present when she opened it, and if he had evil intentions, it would only be his mother who would be killed.

Evil intentions may be hidden within! Jiang Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed the wooden dog, and he was about to dismantle it with his bare hands, but Li Minglou hurriedly stopped it.

"It's just a toy, and he apologized to me for Anton's business." She said.

Jiang Ming held the wooden dog in his hand and felt the burr pricking his hands: "Anton's matter, a toy is an apology?" ”

How can it be so cheap! We are not young, ignorant children.

Li Minglou said with a smile: "Of course not, well, he just expressed this meaning, what he really did was to accept Ah Jin and them, in addition to doing things, he also expressed it in other small things in his words, although it didn't make much sense, but it was quite fun." ”

She smiled and reached out and pulled the strip of cloth that the wooden dog spit out by Jiang Ming's clucking, don't be angry, I'll look at you over the heel.....

She laughed again.

How's it fun? Yuanji Jiang Mingfang looked at each other.

There are only two women around the eldest lady, Mrs. Wu is crazy and ignorant, and Kumquat is called by Yuan Ji as a woman and a personal girl.

Kumquat came happily, deliberately carrying a food box with a few side dishes, and when he entered the door, he was startled to see three men sitting at the table with solemn expressions.

"Is that somersault dog fun?" Motoyoshi asked straight to the point.

Kumquat smiled: "It's fun." ”

Jiang Ming dared to express his dissatisfaction with Kumquat, frowning and patting the table: "What's so fun about this?" It's made of wood, it looks delicate, but it's actually just a live button, and the wood is not polished, painted, or embellished with jewelry..."

Kumquat said: "It's fun and has nothing to do with those, I made it myself, I specially sent it to Miss, I will turn my head and say don't be angry, how fun." ”

Yuan Ji said solemnly: "Miss will not forget the losses she has suffered because she receives gifts, Miss is a calm person." ”

Kumquat rolled her eyes and felt that men were really difficult to communicate.

"What does it have to do with having fun with gifts and forgetting to forgive." She said, "Miss just thinks it's fun." ”

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves unhappily and left, and turned around to take the food box on the table away.

The woman was really strange, inexplicably angry, just like inexplicably happy, and the three of them looked at each other again.

"I have no doubt about Miss's calmness, she won't treat Wu Ya'er as a good person because of this dog." Jiang Ming reiterated, his brows solemn, "I just think that this guy Wu Ya'er is treacherous and weird, and there must be another purpose for always making Miss happy." ”

Yuan Ji nodded and agreed: "For example, deceive our soldiers and horses again." ”

Fang Er was silent, and spoke at this time: "I think the key issue in this matter is Miss." ”

Miss is never wrong! There's nothing wrong with a young lady being seduced! It was the people who tempted and the people who didn't stop it, Yuan Ji and Jiang Ming glared at Fang Er.

"I mean, Miss thinks it's a problem that this kind of thing is fun." Fang Er hurriedly said a few more words to explain, "If Miss doesn't think it's fun, it's useless for him to send these things." ”

Jiang Ming reacted the fastest to comprehend Fang Er's meaning, and also thought of the key question, patted his leg and said, "I understand, Miss thinks it's fun because I've never seen such a worthless thing." ”

What kind of person is Li Minglou, from childhood to adulthood, he eats and drinks with treasures, and even a small toy is from a famous family.

This kind of broken copper, iron, earth, fragrant wood is really a strange thing to her.

"Wu Ya'er can't even eat enough over there, so he will get these worthless things." Jiang Ming smiled, "Let's get more of this kind of thing for Miss, she will naturally not look into her eyes if she sees too much." ”

Indeed, Yuan Ji and Fang Er nodded and stretched their brows.

.....

.....

Li Minglou began to receive gifts from Yuanji Jiang Mingfang Er.

The gifts from their own people are not considered gifts, they just saw and picked up something interesting on the street in the barracks on the road, so they brought it to her.

It's all strange things, pigs that can barely make out the shape of clay, sheep that are cut from wood in strange proportions, and papier-mâché kites that can chirp when they fly.

Mrs. Chu's movements were stared at by everyone, and Yuanji and Jiang Ming were no exception, the first to react was Changshi, and then the people from the prefect's yamen, and the merchants on the street, everyone knew that Mrs. Chu now likes to make interesting things with the simplest and most worthless things.

That's the magic.

Mrs. Wu's door was surrounded again, this time it was no longer a treasure, but a variety of strange and strange materials and cheap things, and in the end, it was no longer a toy, and various practical tools also appeared, such as a bow and arrow made of mulberry cotton thread, and a bamboo tube that could make people see farther.....

Li Minglou laughed while letting Yuan Ji pick and choose from them and turn waste into treasure.

At the same time, as Jiang Ming and others affirmed, Li Minglou did not lose his reason and calmness, and when Jiang Liang and Liu Fan were almost in the state city, and the state city under the control of Gwangju was stable, Yizhou Zhou Xian led the soldiers and horses to gather south, and began to subdue Donghuai South Road.

The flames of war were raging in Huainan Road, and the surrounding area was also chaotic, countless people fled, the rebels and thieves were rampant, the towns and villages were burning, and the mountain roads that bent on the smooth roads were rarely populated.

Standing on the rolling hills and looking at the fireworks in the distance, it means that there is a village over there, but it also means that the village has been destroyed.

The straw sandals stepped on the dead spring grass trampled by the horses' hooves, step by step, until they saw the dead body lying in the ditch.

It was a family of three, with parents and young sons being pierced by a spear and nailed tightly together.

There are scattered luggage around him, the luggage has been turned upside down, only the clothes, shoes and socks remain, this is done by thieves and bandits, the guards do not save but do not harm the people, the rebels will catch the young and strong people as pawns, only the thieves and bandits do not want to rob the people only money.

The troubled times are displaced, and the sorrow is everywhere.

The straw sandals stepped forward, and the wide hat cast a shadow, and stretched out his slender white hand to caress the unblinding eyes of the three people, because the robe of the monk standing near him was stained with blood.

"Amitabha."

The clear voice was full of compassion, and after a sigh of compassion, the wooden staff in his hand fell to the ground a little and strode forward.