"It's miserable!" the benefactor was so pitiful, and Huang Da was even more secretly determined to help him.

Zhao Feng didn't know his ambition, and he had a good job in his hands: "After looking at a few streets, only this bookstore is willing to transfer it at a low price, so I will take it." Rao is so, he still has to dispose of all the things at hand before he can take down this shop.

"Bookstore?" Huang Da understood, "The shopkeeper told you that this was originally a bookstore?"

"yes. Zhao Feng was at a loss, he had only opened the store for a few days, and he often saw people around him pointing at his shop, and he knew that it was a little strange, but when someone asked, no one was willing to say.

"This was originally a longevity shop. ”

"Shou ......" Zhao Feng was sluggish, and only smiled bitterly after a while, "No wonder it's cheap transfer, no wonder business here is not good." ”

He said, "Cheap is not good." The point is, he can only afford such a murderous shop.

"There will be improvement in the future. Huang Da comforted him, "By the way, you are a foreigner, why did you come to Chunming City to open a store?"

"I originally lived in Xiji Township in the middle of Senshikoku. Zhao Feng smiled, "I came here to be entrusted by someone." ”

After talking about it, Huang Da knew that there was still such a place in Qianshiguo where a large number of craftsmen gathered, and the lanterns made could supply ten miles and eight towns, among which there were also high-quality ones, and even the big cities dozens of miles away made a special trip to buy them from them.

Zhao Feng was also born in a family of craftsmen, but his father had the foresight to insist that he study since he was a child, and worshiped under the door of Master Yang in the township. Master Yang had a peaceful temperament and treated him very well, and soon after Zhao Feng's parents crossed the river and drowned, he adopted Zhao Feng until he became an adult, like father and son.

However, in the middle of last year, Yang Fuzi also died of illness, and before his death, he asked Zhao Feng to send the relics back to his home.

The master's surname is Yang, but the family's surname is Feng.

Zhao Feng had long known that Yang Fuzi was not from Xiji Township, but Qianshiguo then encountered a great epidemic, and the people were displaced. He took a lot of effort, ran around to inquire, and almost spent all the money on his body, only to learn that the Feng family had moved to Chunming City to settle down.

Master Yang's entrustment, Zhao Feng must be completed, so he went all the way south to Chunming City.

Huang Da was surprised when he heard this: "Do you know which Feng family you are looking for?"

"Roughly know. "It's been half a month since Zhao Feng arrived in Chunming City, and he is not as confused as he was when he first arrived, "The Feng family from Qianshiguo is not many in Chunming City, and the master has explained the general situation of the family, so-" He scratched his head, "It's probably the Feng family that is quite famous." ”

"The Feng family who lives in Yishuiju?" Huang Da knew Chunming City better than him. What's more, the mansion where the Feng family lives was bought from Yan Saburo. At that time, prices had skyrocketed, and the two owners were black-hearted merchants, so it must be a big family who could buy a house from them.

"I think so. ”

"You haven't come to the door yet?" Huang Daqi said, "If the Feng family knows that you have sent the relics of the master, there will be at least some reward under gratitude, right?" Even if the Feng family moves to Chunming City, after a few months of development, it will also be the tonnage of the high-ranking lord, isn't it a gesture to reward Zhao Feng for such a poor young man?

Zhao Feng's face flashed a little uncomfortable: "Don't want them, I want to gain a firm foothold in Chunming City before visiting." "Lest you be shabby and dusty. Master Yang has passed away for more than half a year, and he is not in a hurry to hand over his last words and relics at this time.

This young man has a lot of self-esteem. Huang Da touched the back of his head, unable to understand this: "You are somewhat similar to my little master." "Isn't it good to rely on external forces, why do you have to suffer and starve yourself?

Zhao Feng didn't explain much, and said with a smile: "Now that the shop is open, if I stay for two more days, I will go to the Feng family and fulfill the master's wish." At this, his face was slightly gloomy. In fact, it is precisely because he has a very good relationship with his husband and regards him as his adoptive father that he does not want to be looked down upon by Mr. Yang's family, which is an indescribable and unclear psychology.

On this day, Zhao Feng made two lanterns, and he was skilled, and Huang Da was full of praise. Thanks to the corridor lantern of Chunshentang, there is no need to paint, only need to lay the bottom of the frame and stretch the silk yarn, otherwise you can't finish a lantern in three or five days.

Adults with babies often walked by at the door, and the children were attracted by the colorful and beautiful lanterns inside and outside his store, and they all wanted to come in and have a look, so they sold a few small lanterns that afternoon.

A few guests came in a row, Zhao Feng went to the front to greet him, Huang Da was bored in the store, and casually opened an old book on the corner of the table.

Unexpectedly, the dust of this book is too thick, and I don't know how long no one has touched it. As soon as he flipped through the pages, dust came to his face, causing him to sneeze twice in a row and his nose to water.

The movement was so loud that the adults and children at the door all looked at him. Huang Da hurriedly turned his back and wanted to find something to wipe his nose.

It's too embarrassing.

However, Zhao Feng's table was full of bamboo stalks, silk yarn and other tools, and Huang Da didn't find soft paper, so his eyes fell on the thick book.

The book was very dusty, but the paper was snow-white. Huang Da remembered what Zhao Feng had said before, this was the thick book that the original owner of the longevity shop used to pad the corner of the table, and it was useless to think about it, so he tore off a piece of paper in the sound of "bang" and blew his nose quickly.

Zhao Feng sold a lantern and was walking back, when his mind suddenly became slightly in a trance.

It was as if something had been stripped out of the body, but when I felt it again, there was nothing unusual.

I was probably too tired from being busy opening and making lanterns in the past few days, and my body was a little tired. Zhao Feng didn't take it to heart.

Huang Dazheng was pinching the paper ball into his palm, and at the same time pointed to the thick book: "This book is useless, right?"

"It didn't work. "I'm so busy these days, Zhao Feng has no time to look through books. He looked at the big yellow finger and couldn't help but be stunned.

Huang Da pinched the paper ball, he saw it, but when his eyes moved down, he found that there was no trace of tearing pages in the spread out book!

He remembered that this was not a thread-bound book, and it stands to reason that Huang Da would tear up the book and have the remnants of the pages.

Looking at it carefully, Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Huang Da was still rubbing his nose: "What?"

"It seems to have my name on it. "The pages of the book are painted with complex lines, like the thick silk of human hair, and the eyes are dizzy after looking at it for a long time. But perhaps because of the dizziness, Zhao Feng's eyes spontaneously filtered out the details and background, and finally saw two words from this pile of lines:

Zhao Feng.

"How is that possible?" Huang laughed and pointed to the right page, "If the left page is your name, what about this page?"

Zhao Feng took a few breaths, and then felt dizzy: "I can't see clearly." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, the left and right figures on this page of the book were not connected originally, but Zhao Feng always felt that under his gaze, the lines on both sides were slowly docking like life, and they were intertwined and intertwined with each other, as if they were about to be rewoven into a spider web.

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