The people who came disappeared into the flow of people in the night market not far away, leaving Sixth Sister An standing in place, looking at the Zhang Zi in the master's hand at a loss.

"Master, this, this can't be some unknown source, right?"

Mrs. Li is in the best position in the shop in the west of the city, I don't know how long others have been looking at it, and now there will naturally be people who have fallen into the well. That person didn't look like a good person at first glance, and the apprentice couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Master?" His own master was still silent, probably thinking about this question, but there was still no response for a long time. When she recalled Master Fangcai's reaction when she heard the name of that Liu Guanren, the sixth sister continued, "Doesn't Master know that person?" ”

Sister An's guess guessed the point, not only did the two know each other, but the lady from Liu Guan's family was also from the same door as Mrs. Li.

"After working hard every day, I got sick when I had a child, and soon I died." Mrs. Li thought of the old things, and her heart couldn't help but be sour, "Back then, the business of my shop was not bad, so I treated that child as my own child, and I could help if I could on weekdays......

It's no wonder that Mrs. Li can meet so many people who are willing to reach out to help now, but it turns out that it is all because of the kindness that is still in her heart when she is rich. The so-called 'good people have good rewards' is nothing more than this.

"But that guy?"

Knowing what the apprentice meant, Mrs. Li sighed, all of them were poor people huddled together to keep warm: "The person who worked in Liu Guan's house was rescued from the fire by his brother and had nowhere to go, so he stayed in the shop as a helper." ”

The alley was dim, not as brightly lit as the main road, and Sixth Sister An was even more nervous, and it was normal not to see what that person looked like.

As for Mrs. Li, she didn't think about reciprocating when she helped each other back then, so she didn't expect Liu Guanren to lend a helping hand at this time......

"Master, is there another letter?" With the help of the light, Sister An Liu'er saw that something had fallen from the master's hand to the ground, and when she saw that it was about to be stepped on by the master, she hurriedly squatted down and picked it up.

After receiving the letter, Mrs. Li did not shy away from it, and read it in front of the apprentice, but the latter understood the etiquette of the governor, and only stood quietly aside, thinking that after the master read the letter, what would he have to do by himself.

Regarding the content of this letter, Sister An Liu'er was certainly curious, but she also understood that this was a personal lesson between the master and the Liu official, and she should not be involved, so she stood in place for a long time, watching the master staring at the thin piece of paper, and only spoke for a while.

"Take it, and if you need it lately, you will take it." Handing the denomination to his apprentice, Mrs. Li led the way and walked deep into the alley, "Business will be better another day, and then double this will be returned." ”

I don't know what is written on the letter, but Sister An Liu'er knows that the master has the intention to start over and build this weaving shop again, and as an apprentice, she is happy in her heart.

Climbing the window is illiterate, and often drinks ink according to the house. Mrs. Li had just lit the candle flame, and Mingyan swayed and leaned over, wanting to lean over to look at the letter. It's a pity that the former didn't give him a chance, turned around and put the letter into the wooden box.

Yuehua slipped through the gap in the wooden box and peeked through it, and read the words on the letter to the breeze, only to cause the candle flame to jump twice, as if moved by the words on the letterhead.

There are no words that go beyond the norm, there are no great teachings in the books of the sages, and the contents of the letters are not even tacit words between close friends. It's just that the two people who have similar encounters, but have always held the promise of the bright moon and the moon to stick to it.

The clouds flow thousands of feet and entangle the silk, and the goodwill fights the wind and rain. It is only called the peach fragrance silkworm rhyme, along the bright moon and candle, into this longitude and weft song.