"I heard that a lot of people have died on the border side, and the official family is paying out pensions these days...... I don't know when we will be able to regain the lost ground. ”

The people who traveled with him sighed, there is a captive in the north, and it is difficult to recover the lost land, how can it be just a loss for the imperial court? Not to mention the heart of the family and country that not only belongs to the literati, but also the burden imposed on the ordinary people, which makes people hate the invading captive.

Remembering that the third brother in the family of his companion died on the battlefield in the north, the person who spoke just now regretted it, and the hand in his sleeve moved slightly, deliberately leading the words away, "It looks like it's going to rain again, so it's better to go back early." ”

The stiff cover is sometimes better than to face it calmly and generously, and the lady who accompanied her smiled: "If no one stops Hu, how can there be such a peaceful day as Lin'an City?" ”

"The third brother is dedicated to the country, and he has already left an heir, so I have nothing to be sad about. It's a pity for Mrs. Li in the west of the city......"

The Luo woven by Mrs. Li was also very prosperous in Lin'an City, otherwise where would so many little ladies be willing to come as apprentices?

It's a pity that this kind person may not always have a smooth life, and now the famous Lin'an City has become the tragic situation of this lost son and husband.

"I hope that my sister will have the ability of Mrs. Li in the future, and even if she has not found a lover, she will always be able to live happily!"

Yes, now ordinary people envy this little lady's family who can take charge of herself. Otherwise, just like the fifth sister, I don't know how many people will criticize it, where can I spread the good name of this good word among the little officials and little ladies in Lin'an City?

"Master......" The cry in the alley drilled into the ears, even if it was not familiar, it would not be described as harsh, the sixth sister heard the sound of crying, how would she empathize with her own master, the former knew very well.

The person who was called did not respond, and mechanically repeated the action of shuttling and pedaling. As a master, he may not have heard the crying from outside at all, and the words of the sixth sister seem to be a little redundant.

It wasn't until the silk thread that was being woven under her hand broke with a 'bang' that Mrs. Li looked at the warp thread and stayed for a long time, and didn't even think to buckle it and reconnect it, but only stared at it in a daze, and only looked up and turned to the apprentice on the loom on the side for a long time.

"Master, it's best if there is no news coming." The sixth sister knew that even if there was no sad cry in the alley, I was afraid that the master was also reading the day, and the warp was more than broken today.

Mrs. Li still didn't respond, so she turned around and pulled the broken silk thread together.

Seeing that the master skillfully used his left hand to hold down the intersection point, asked the silk thread on his right hand to circle along the big finger, clamped it on the previous intersection, and then threaded the silk thread of his left hand into the circle of Fang Cai, the sixth sister couldn't help but hold her breath.

When I first started learning weaving with my master, I tied this knot every day, except for the shaky work. What seems easy, but knowing that it is not easy to do is not easy to do.

It's just a knot, and ordinary people can learn it, but if you want to make the knot and can't see the clues, it's really for Sister An Liu'er to be so patient, and she has been distressed for a long time......

Yao remembers that the fifth sister was curious and wanted to give it a try, at first it was just interesting, but it didn't reach the level needed several times, and she was almost about to make people anxious, and sighed, "This thing is not made by ordinary people!" ’

Sister An Liu'er thought about it, but the sound of weaving Luo beside her didn't know when to call the sound of rain instead. But it turned out that Mrs. Li had stopped for a long time, looking at the mud-painted world and tears outside the shop, and the hazy and bleak rain sprinkled with sorrow, and she didn't have the heart to listen to Ya.

The wind is messy and the rain is chaotic, and the silk weaving is sad. In the drizzle of Lin'an City, there were a few murmurs of late returning swallows.