There is the fragrance of ink in the study, breaking the stagnant atmosphere, Cheng Ting grinds ink, Wu Jin writes, and Mrs. Cheng is a Chinese person.

Mrs. Cheng glanced at Wu's mother, and said thoughtfully: "Wu Jin, the person who established the contract clerk, is a native of Kuanzhou Mansion, twenty-five years old, and has no marriage. ”

Wu's mother watched Wu Jin's pen keep writing, and suddenly found that Wu Jin had an injury on the fingers of her left hand.

She didn't even see it at this time.

When did you get it?

Where did you get it?

And when he goes out, he doesn't seem to be wearing this!

The sudden mention of the burden is related to his injury?

She opened her mouth, and finally didn't say anything - the higher Wu Jin stood, the farther away from this home, no longer like when selling cakes, inseparable from this family, only they were left as fathers and mothers, always worried about their son.

Mrs. Cheng continued: "The Mo family paid a gift of 100,000 yuan to offset the son of the Wu family——"

"No way!" Mother Wu's face suddenly became sharp, and her gaze pierced Mrs. Cheng like a knife.

Mrs. Cheng was startled, and hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, the gift money can be discussed again." ”

Wu's mother shook her head: "We don't want a penny, he wants to set up the paperwork, but our family doesn't sell our son!" ”

Mrs. Cheng smiled: "Since my sister-in-law said so, then the gift money will be erased." ”

She continued: "The assets of the Wu family are owned by the son of his brother Wu Yi, Wu Jin is in the burden of burden, righteous and half a son, the upper affairs of the temple, the next generation, the assistant family wealth, such as repentance, expulsion from the house, beating to death with a stick, no dissent, high mountains and rolling stones, never looking back."

I am afraid that there is no basis for this, and this contract document is used as a basis.

Written by Wu Jin. ”

Wu Jin wrote it, re-copied two copies, and then drew it by himself and Mrs. Cheng, and then left one copy to the Wu family, and the three members of the Cheng family took the other copy and left.

Wu's mother walked out of the study with the papers, looked up at the sky, the night had become thick ink, and the dark clouds fell heavily, pressing on the eaves and beasts of the prefect's yamen.

There was a thunderous sound, and then a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, turning her bleak face white, and she shivered in the sudden cold wind, feeling like she was about to break with the lightning and thunder.

Her heart felt like wet cotton, and she couldn't breathe, so she folded the paperwork into her arms and smashed her fist on the chest.

"A-Niang," Wu Jin stretched out an umbrella to prevent the rain from being blown into the verandah by the wind, and stepped forward to support Wu's mother, and the umbrella was tilted on top of Wu's mother's head, "A-Niang, my marriage has already been tied to General Mo's body, and this is not too much." ”

The rain poured down, the heat of the day was swept away, the rain curtain covered everything, and Wu's mother was wrapped in a clammy and cold darkness, and her heart was like a knife.

She nodded, then shook her head again: "You don't understand...... You're a woman, and you're ......."

She wanted to say that Wu Jin casually abandoned his future for the sake of a woman, his talents, his appearance, his happiness that could have been full of children and grandchildren, and his smooth life were all lost in this paper document.

But Wu Jin doesn't care about these things.

At last she trembled and said, "Boss, you are stupid! ”

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a crackling sound, and Wu Jin said softly: "A-Niang, everyone has a scale in their hearts, and the world is all up to their hearts." ”

He smiled bitterly and said, "How can a person control his own heart." ”

Mother Wu was speechless for a long time when she heard this, and finally asked in a confused manner: "The Cheng family really won't say it to the outside world?" ”

"Don't worry, the Cheng family didn't want this document to embarrass me, but to give General Mo a stability."

"That's good...... That's good......" Wu's mother reached out and pressed the hot paperwork in her arms, deceiving herself.

As if there was no such thing, Wu Jin just didn't get married and didn't get married.

She stopped talking, only followed Wu Jin, and didn't know how to tell Wu's father, when she returned to the backyard, she fell to the ground before anyone entered the door.

Wu's mother's illness was a month, Wu Jin served the decoction on the side, Wu Yi and his daughter-in-law did not dare to slack off, and they also went in and out of the prefect's yamen every day - since he got married, he set up a two-entry house outside.

By mid-October, Wu's mother recovered from her illness, and Wu Jin got the news of Hengshan's gunpowder, and immediately went out on horseback, and met Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting at the foot shop at the city gate.

Cheng Ting took refuge in Jeju, but was sent by Shi Yuan, sat sideways on a bench, poured tea and water with low eyebrows, pushed a cup of tea to Wu Jin, and handed a cup of sugar water to Mo Lingfeng, and the triangle-eyed guy stood aside, which was simply an ornament.

Cheng Ting brought a bowl of mutton noodles to Mo Lingfeng: "After the one-year period, you can eat meat, make up for it." ”

He frowned and gave another bowl of mutton noodles to Wu Jin, coughed, and poured him a plate of tempeh: "I brought back a few baskets of oranges from the Jeju dock and sent them home for you." ”

Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng both sat still, expressionless, and let him fiddle.

Cheng Ting brought a few dishes up, his face was sour, his hands swayed again and again, and he invited the two of them to eat.

Mo Lingfeng picked up the chopsticks and picked up a mouthful of hot noodle soup and sent it to his mouth.

Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks, put a chopsticks and eggplant into Cheng Ting's bowl, and said with a smile: "Eat." ”

Cheng Ting's heart was relieved, the corners of his mouth that were tired of laughing were lowered, and he started to eat happily.

The three of them ate attentively, and the triangular-eyed guy was busy standing beside them, and someone was drinking, and he trotted out to drink again.

Wu Jin took the leftover half of Mo Lingfeng's vegetable cake and took a bite, Cheng Ting took the lead in putting down the chopsticks, took out a crumpled piece of paper and stuffed it to Wu Jin, and lowered his voice: "Shi Yuan said that this is the weight of two kinds of silver powder. ”

Wu Jin took the cake in one hand, took the bamboo paper in the other, did not open it, handed it directly to Mo Lingfeng, and after eating the last bite of the cake, he picked up the handkerchief to wipe his mouth, put down the handkerchief, and lifted his eyelids to look at the triangular-eyed guy at the door: "Got it." ”

He turned his head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "The gunpowder will not move for the time being, and we will act after a battle that is known to the whole world." ”

He approached Mo Leaf and lowered his voice: "Battle merits, can you do it?" ”

Mo Lingfeng Danfeng's eyes were dark and suppressed, and he nodded without any waves: "Yes." ”

When Wu Jin saw the guy coming in, he didn't say anything about it anymore, and asked Cheng Ting instead: "Shi Yuan and Liu Boyu hit the Jeju dock?" ”

Cheng Ting slapped the table: "Liu Boyu was raised by a son of a bitch!" Jumping up and down like a monkey in Jeju, pouring seafood, and looking at the workshop business of Shiyuan, wanting to get a piece of the pie, he crashed into a boat in Shiyuan on the dock! ”

The triangular-eyed guy heard the innocuous news and moved to the side to wipe the table.

Cheng Ting explained the grievances between Liu and Shi in great detail, and said that Liu Boyu had a vicious dog beside him, staring at Shi Yuan and biting twice.

Just as he was saying with relish, the fat sea rushed in with the wind: "Third master, the big yellow dog is gone." ”

Cheng Ting took a sip of tea: "Let's go to the state to study, there is a lecture today, and Lao Huang loves to join in this excitement." ”

Fat Dahai paused: "Third master...... The dog is dead, lying next to the little master's bed, and it is gone without a sound. ”