Wu Jin folded Fang Sheng and handed it to Chang Long, Chang Long repeatedly promised that it would be delivered, the two separated in the foot shop, Wu Jin carried an empty burden, walked like flying, and returned to Shishi Street - it took several years to move from Shishi Street to Baijiaqiao, and it was only an instant.

He cleaned his hands and face, changed into a narrow-sleeved gown, a soft gauze Tang scarf, and hurriedly went to the Wenhanlou bookstore to be a book holder.

When he first went, the shopkeeper asked him to write a lawsuit, and later saw that he was good at it, and his handwriting was both strict and neat, but also flexible, and he looked at it to stretch, among the many books, it was also one of the best, and it was a pity to only write a lawsuit, so he asked him to copy the ancient books, and when he was too busy, he also asked him to compile the test documents for the big officials and small officials in the city.

When Wu Jin copied ancient books, he recited them in his heart while copying, and the pen and paper he saved could be used as a family of four to pay off debts.

After copying the book for a day, Wu Jin rubbed his wrist and returned home, the sky was already dark, he rushed to the cake shop, and picked the cake to sell all over the street, until the cake was sold out, and then went home to read and write a diary.

Busy every day, to February 19 Guanyin's birthday, Wu Jin copied a whole day of scriptures in the bookstore, Wu Yi went to Xiongshan Temple to sell a whole day of cakes, and returned home with a cake cage on his shoulders when it was dark.

From despair at the beginning, to numbness, to the calm now, he is no longer ashamed and uneasy to sneer at the neighborhood.

"Brother!" He put down the bread cage, hurriedly opened the door, and saw Wu Jin working hard at the table, so he retreated to the porch, took the water from Wu's mother and drank it.

Wu Jin sat quietly in the room, the oil lamp on the table illuminated his face, he looked at the letter paper on the table quietly under the dim light at this point, the busy and noisy world fell silent, only a little joy on the letter paper was beating.

"If you have a letter, you can hand it over to Yin Bei first, and I'll come back and blow it to you, Mo Lingfeng."

This is what he brought to him when he went to the racecourse to sell bread this morning, and Chang Long brought him when he changed his value.

The three words "Mo Leaf" are the calamities mentioned in the scriptures, no matter how he suppresses them, he will jump out on his own, and they are his unattainable past, present, and future hearts.

Wu Jin put the reply letter aside, re-spread the paper, and wrote: "February 19, the twenty-third year of the Yuan Chapter, is fine.

Today, I learned that the title of the poem "Liaodong Haibei Jian Long Whale" was written by the king of the dead country when he conquered Liaodong: Liaodong Haibei Jian Chang Whale, the wind and clouds are clear, Fang Dang sells the horses and cattle, and the master feasts in Beijing. Before and after the song, dance to boost the army's prestige, and drink until the clothes are untied.

Your Majesty has the ambition to conquer the war on this topic, but if you think about it alone, you will lose this question.

The long whale is not only a great trouble for Jinyu, but also a trouble in His Majesty's heart.

The trouble of the golden captives can be used in the clear canon, and the troubles of the non-golden captives can only be used secretly, and there is no trace of them.

There is no good sentence to break the topic yet. ”

After writing, he dried the ink on the paper, folded it in half, put it in a paper envelope, and sent it to Yinbei tomorrow.

If it is not the trouble of the golden captive, it is Mo Qianlan, and the pawn is secretly used, that is, His Majesty has already started to lay out, and he will move at any time.

How can it be compared to the wealth of ten continents.

After he cleaned up, he opened the door to wash, Wu Yi heard the movement, and hurriedly got up and walked to Wu Jin, snorted his nose, and lowered his voice: "Brother, Liu Bowen is dead." ”

"What's going on?"

Wu Yi told him in 1510: "Today I am in Xiongshan Temple, someone came to worship the Lotus Sutra, it is Liu Bowen's nurse, I have seen it, she and a maid said that Liu Bowen was pitiful, let the fireworks stand smash to death, fortunately the fireworks shelf did not hit you that time." ”

He couldn't hide the happiness on his face: "You deserve it!" Let him bully me! ”

Wu Jin's heart "buzzed" loudly.

"Brother," Wu Yi looked at him cautiously, "What's wrong?" The Liu family won't blackmail us again, right? ”

Wu Jin asked him to enter the house: "No, take off your clothes, I'll look at my shoulder, how many times have you sold it today?" ”

"Three trips." Wu Yi took off his clothes.

His right shoulder was worn out, and he was not yet able to do so, and now his left side was also worn out, and as soon as his clothes were torn off, he immediately screamed in pain.

The poor family worked hard, and this time he really knew.

The wind and rain in the world have never fallen on him before, but it is just because there is Wu's father, Wu's mother, and his brother in front of him.

When he broke his shoulders like this, broke his legs, and sent the cake money to Liu's mansion, his heart was dripping blood.

Wu Jin took out a bottle of medicinal powder, sprinkled it slowly, wrapped it from his shoulders with a muslin cloth, and then fixed him from both armpits: "Second child, Liu Bowen's death is not simple, it's February, who will have a rack of fireworks, even if it is not finished during the New Year, it will be collected in the warehouse, and it will not be placed casually, and the fireworks rack is very thick, and it will not be easily knocked down." ”

Wu Yi grinned in pain, half of his head was numb, and when he suddenly heard Wu Jin's words, his heart was shocked, and even the pain was slightly reduced.

"Second brother, he's hurting people."

Wu Jin's words were like a poplar flower in the wind, floating in front of his eyes, he raised his hand and grabbed a handful casually, all with blood.

He couldn't help but look down and see Wu Jin's shadow cast on him, like a moat, separating him from the bloody and dark world.

As long as he himself does not cross the line, he can always live in a difficult but peaceful world.

"Brother, I—I'll never have anything to do with these people again."

Wu Jin tied the muslin cloth and let him dress: "Are there many pilgrims in Xiongshan Temple?" ”

His usual words immediately made Wu Yi breathe a sigh of relief, and he pulled out of Liu Bowen's death: "Many, many people knocked stones there, saying that red stones can ward off evil spirits, and I also wanted to pick up a piece, but I didn't pick it up." ”

With that, he yawned with a hideous face.

Wu Jin accepted the powder: "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." ”

Wu Yi hurriedly got up and went to sleep in Wu's mother's house, as soon as he left, Wu Jin also went out to wash, standing in the dark yard, with a layer of cold sweat on his back.

He understated the education of Wu Yi, but in fact, he has not slackened, tightening a string, thinking about the day of the New Year, almost let the fireworks stand hit.

He remembered the words of Mo Lingfeng and Liu Boyu.

"What if you are bullied?"

"How to bully, the girl will be angry with him."

It happened suddenly, he didn't say anything to anyone, Brother Cheng Ting didn't know about him and the Liu family, I'm afraid he would only think it was an accident, and he wouldn't think much about it, only Mo Qianlan

When he went to Mofu, he was covered in dirt and mess, and he washed with bath beans for a long time before he could see people, and Mo Qianlan Aijie should have discovered the clues at that time, and then went to check what happened along the way.

Mo Qianlan once said: "What she said is what you have to abide by." ”

Here in Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng's words are rules, order, and an inviolable will, so he smashed Liu Bowen to death with a fireworks stand.

And wait until everyone forgets about it.

Mo Qianlan's forbearance, coldness, morbidity, and doting on Mo Lingfeng made him extremely dangerous, and Mo Lingfeng was still an innocent little doll compared to him.