The sun was scorching on the street at noon, and there were almost no passers-by, and the shopkeeper was dozing off against the counter, and was suddenly awakened by the noise of footsteps and talking.

"Xu Cheng, Linglong Fang, is this here?" The woman asked loudly.

The man's voice trembled: "Yes, yes....."

Before the words fell, the woman rushed in and shouted, "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, you repair my family's makeup box—"

The man staggered and rushed in.

The shopkeeper was sleepy, he still remembered this man, it rained that day and carried his burden to the opposite side to hide from the rain, and then came out empty-handed, the little young girl in Linglong Fang also proudly went to buy a meal of meat, saying that there was business.

He reminded him at the time, don't be happy too early, this kind of deception business will not last long.

Look, sure enough, the business is messed up, it's time to smash the store!

The shopkeeper hurriedly picked up his shoes and put them on, beckoning to the others who were sleepy in the back.

"Hurry, there's a lot of fun!"

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The shop is always quiet, and it is very lively.

Although there were only two more people, they were pushing and pulling and talking urgently, as if seven or eight people had been squeezed in.

"No, you must take it!" Huang Linsheng grabbed the money and threw it at the counter, "I know, these are not enough, the makeup box you gave me is not called repair, it is called new making."

The woman also nodded tearfully on the side: "That's right, it's not my family's thing, you made a new one."

Qixing raised his hand and gently stopped the money he threw out, and the money bag fell back into Huang Linsheng's hand, and said with a smile, "Don't get excited, sit down and talk."

The pheasant also brought the tea and invited the couple to sit down.

"This is indeed a repair, I didn't change the structure." Seven Stars continued.

The woman stood up again, "But the decorations—"

At this moment, the makeup box seems to be still in front of you, with golden clasped hands, smooth copper mirrors, and those children who are inlaid and dyed are all jewelry.

Huang Linsheng still turned it out of his memory and identified the landscape as ivory, the flowers as agate, and the pearl green stone leaves.......

Later, these jewels were taken down one by one and exchanged for money, rice, grain and medicine, and in the end only an empty mark was left.

Now they're filled up again, and the joy and laughter of a reunion come to life in the dowry box.

Qixing smiled: "That's not true, it's blended, it's worthless."

It's not true, it's also, if it's really possible, who will give jewelry to others, wouldn't it be a god descending to earth, the woman trembled and sat down dazedly.

"Miss, although I haven't seen much of the world, but I've lived for so long, and I've seen a little bit of knowledge, and it's harder to be able to confuse the real than the real." Huang Linsheng stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Your skill is worth a thousand gold."

When he asked other shops earlier, he wanted to save money and said that he could just repair it, but the guy in the shop looked disgusted.

"It's easy for you layman, but it's so easy to tinker with? The skill required for repair is higher than that of a new one. 「

Hearing this, Qixing was not polite again.

"I'm really good at it." She smiled and said, "Your evaluation is the most valuable salary."

Huang Linsheng said excitedly: "Praise is deserved, and wages are also deserved." ….

He raised his hand again to throw the money, looking ashamed: "I know that this money is not much, our family has no money, this is all the heart......

But the girl raised her arm to block gently, and his arm seemed to have encountered a barrier, and he couldn't shake it out.

"Do you really need this dosage box?" Seven Stars asked.

The woman wept again: "Miss, you don't know how important it is to us."

The surprise on the daughter's face, the surprise on the face of the in-law's family, although it may be temporary, but with this dowry on the table, at least the newlywed days, the daughter will have a better time in her in-law's house.

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If you are from a poor family, you can have this short good life in your life, and you will be content.

"The ingenuity of skill is for the needs of man." Qixing said, taking out the money bag from Huang Linsheng's hand and putting it in the woman's hand, "Your satisfaction is the greatest reward for me."

The woman looked at her, not knowing what to say for a while, and thought, could it be that she has really been blessed by chanting Buddha and eating fast for half her life?

Qixing smiled again and patted her hand: "Of course, if you are very satisfied, please tell others more, so that we can do more business and make more money, wouldn't it be better than you to give more money?"

Yes, yes, the woman nodded hurriedly, "This is nature, this is nature."

Huang Linsheng was no longer entangled, and stood up and saluted: "Thank you shopkeeper, I must tell everyone.....

With that, he walked out.

In front of the door, there were shopkeepers watching the bustle and idlers who came over, and they hurriedly retreated to the side.

Huang Linsheng stood outside the door and looked up at the plaque.

He hadn't remembered the name of the shop before, but from now on, he would keep it in his heart.

"Xucheng Linglong Fang." He stood outside the door and read word by word, "The best skill in the world."

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"Is it that powerful?"

"I guess I didn't just find a song and a harmony, right?"

"No, that's Lao Huang, who sells water in Shuijing Alley, and he is honest, he won't do this kind of thing."

"I saw with my own eyes, on the day Lao Huang married his daughter, he brought back a golden dowry box from Linglong Fang, and many people were reluctant to wrap it at that time, and almost missed the auspicious time."

"After listening to Lao Huang's introduction, someone also came to repair it with a tattered box, and the next day he brought back a new box with gold carvings."

"I've also heard that there are people who come to repair broken silver hairpins, and they get a new golden and jade hairpin in three clicks."

"Huh? Then if I send me this wooden pole, will I be given a golden pole?"

The idlers on the street turned their heads when they heard this, and saw that it was a manpower waiting for work, and the manpower was grinning with a flat pole, and his dark and thin face was full of wrinkles.

The idlers laughed, "What do you think of a good thing! Is this still a repairer?"

The man also laughed, and of course he thought it was ridiculous: "yes, this doesn't sound like a tool repairer, but like a wishing shop."

"It's not real gold or silver, it just looks good, like the real thing." Someone said seriously, "Don't really believe it, you get what you pay for, how can there be a cheap deal in this world."

The people on the street nodded their heads, yes, yes, there is no such good thing in the world. ….

But there are also people who nod their heads, pinch the old clothes on their bodies, and spend a little money in exchange for good-looking appliances, even if it is not true, for the poor, it is a good thing worth it!

On Tonglou Street, Xucheng Linglong Fang, many people secretly remember it in their hearts.

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"Whose fan is it? Whose craft?"

The three young ladies gathered around the fan on the table, a little helpless.

I have asked all the ladies who came to the banquet that day, and they all said that they didn't lose their fans, strange, could it be that this fan appeared out of thin air in their house?

The maids also asked, but the Kingdee flower fan is a very common pattern, and no one paid attention to it.

"Such a good thing, I don't know if I lose it, I don't know the goods, or I don't care if I see too many good craftsmanship?" The third lady said helplessly.

"Looks like it's out of our way." The eldest lady said with a smile.

Although there are some regrets, there are many unsatisfactory things in this world, a desired skirt is also, and an unsatisfactory family affair is also, and there are not many of these one or two.

Motioned to the maidservants to put away their fans.

"Let's go, there's still a lot of work to do."

She got up and left, and the third lady sighed and was about to get up, but the second lady stopped the maidservant and picked up the fan from the table first.

She looked at the third lady and said, "The fifth cousin is in the Shaofu prison, let him go to the weaving and dyeing department to ask if he can."

Make this kind of craft."

The third lady stroked her palm: "Good way."

The weaving and dyeing department was dedicated to the imperial court, where the embroidery was highly skilled.

Although this little thing is not in accordance with the rules, the cousin didn't want to agree, but when he heard the two younger sisters tell the ins and outs, he said with tears in his eyes, "This is the last birthday of the eldest sister at home with her daughter, and I just want to make a favorite dress.....

What else could the cousin say, he took the fan in his arms and went to the weaving and dyeing division.

But unfortunately, after entering the weaving and dyeing department to find the official he knew, he just took out the fan, and a group of guards used it, mixed with shouting.

"Stand still, don't wander around."

"The Metropolitan Prosecutor is handling the case."

That's unlucky, isn't it? The cousin followed the other officials with a miserable face and was pushed out to stand in the courtyard, and when he saw Huo Lian also coming, the waiter of the weaving and dyeing division was dragged out.

"Hugh is going to arrest people indiscriminately, I want to see—" The squire just shouted.

Huo Lian frowned slightly: "Noise."

Before he could finish speaking, a guard slapped the squire off the chin.

"Shout again, cut out your tongue." Bing Wei said coldly, and at the same time showed his weapon.

Metropolitan Inspector Bingwei didn't speak to scare.

The squire didn't dare to shout again, and was dragged out with tears and snot in his eyes.

"The Weaving and Dyeing Division is in deficit." Huo Lian looked at the others in the courtyard, "You sort out the account books, and I'll check them."

A few priests came out with weak legs and feet, and responded yes.

Huo Lian's gaze swept over the others, and the breath of those who were swept by him stagnated.

"What are you doing?" Huo Lian's gaze fell on one person.

The young official, his face was pale, holding a fan in his hand, which was particularly dazzling, when Huo Lian's eyes fell on him, and as soon as he opened his mouth again, his stiff body shook, and the fan fell to the ground with a click.

"I, I'm Jiang of the Young Mansion Supervisor, Jiang Wenchang." He said.

"Master Chiang." Huo Lian directly summoned him out of his official position, "You are in charge of the Artifact Creation Division, what are you doing here?" ….

Jiang Gongzi swallowed his saliva, Huo Lian remembered such a small matter of his life so clearly, and he didn't dare to hide it at all: "I'll ask for an embroidery, my fan is ......"

He raised his hand, but found that the fan had fallen, so he hurriedly picked it up and shook it, indicating that this was really a very ordinary fan.

"I want to ask ......."

Although frightened, Jiang Gongzi still retained a trace of wit, and did not dare to say that he wanted to dye and weave Si to help make an embroidery, but said.

"You can recognize this technique, where it is."

This is not a lie, but when people panic, they can't help but talk more to prove themselves, and Jiang Gongzi can't help but continue to explain.

"The sisters in the family like it very much, but they don't know where they want to ask.....

Huo Lian looked at the fan shaking in his hand and interrupted his rambling: "This is the fan of Miss Zhai Jia, the head of the ancestral sacrifice, just ask her."

Jiang Gongzi was stunned, and seemed to be a little unintelligible.

After Huo Lian said this, he turned around and left, and some of the officials who were guarding the account books, except for those in charge of the account books, other officials were also allowed to perform their duties.

Jiang Gongzi stood stunned with a fan in his hand, and was reminded that he was not going to leave quickly, so he hurriedly walked out, returned to his place, wiped the cold sweat on his head and sobered up.

The little things of this trip were greatly frightened, but they were done.

Although I couldn't ask the dyeing and weaving division to help make the skirt, but knowing the owner of the fan, the embroidery girl found out, and the skirt could naturally be made.

The fan of Miss Zhai, the head of the ancestral shrine.

"The Metropolitan Inspector is indeed ......" he looked at the fan in his hand, "everywhere, omniscient.....

Any official's family knows what kind of fan the lady uses!

It's horrible!.

Xixing

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