"My boss, I don't understand why you have to help him?"
Ding Guangcheng walked a distance with Lin Su, and couldn't help asking.
Lin Su shrugged and answered indifferently.
"It's not to help him, mainly... I went to other folk kilns and asked for such a thing. People are too embarrassed to take it seriously. Even if it's serious, I don't take it seriously."
"But if you do it according to what you painted, why doesn't it work?" Ding Guangcheng still didn't understand.
One hundred is not much, but there will definitely be other noodle restaurants in the future, so naturally there will be more.
Lin Su found a place to be stopped by the wind, looked at him and said seriously.
"In addition to the taste of noodles, there are also signs. My bowls and plates are signs. It is impossible for Liu Jing to make my things for others. If other folk kilns want to prevent them, they have to think about it. Are you right?"
When Ding Guangcheng heard this, he immediately understood.
Slowly nodded, made a "please" gesture, and the two continued to move forward.
"According to the owner, if his earthen kiln is really built, we can look for him when the inn changes bowls."
"Yeah, it's more convenient to have such a place. What's more, there are many inns, and regular bowl changes are also an expense. Rather than making money for others, it is better to give it to him." Lin Su said frankly.
Ding Guangcheng also agreed, sniffed, and said.
"Brother Liu is upright and upright at the beginning. He doesn't speculate and doesn't cut corners in what he does. He is similar to Uncle Liu. Otherwise, he would not be aggrieved in the incident of Uncle Liu.
Lin Su knows what he said.
I want to hear from her when I was doing work with Dai Liang's wife.
The old head Liu is good, and took a job at a pickled cabbage shop.
Thirty large tanks, the kind of half-person height.
Because my uncle’s younger brother used less clay, the last batch of goods was not taught.
Although he lost money, he also smashed his own reputation, and then got angry and couldn't afford to get sick.
Thinking of this, Lin Su sighed and said.
"Because of his father's lessons, this Liu Jing will not follow the old path. So, you can give as much as he wants. If the inn is not enough, tell Lu Wei that he has a way."
"I see, boss."
Ding Guangcheng kept sending people back to the inn, and only then returned home.
By the time Lin Su came back, Hongxia had been here for a long time.
The things that should be bought were bought back, and of course, they also brought back the news that Lin Su wanted.
"... The'snatching incense' everywhere has been disturbed. Now the yamen have begun to collect, and plan to let the wealthy businessmen collect some money to build the school that should be built this year."
"The Dai Ni that the boss cares about has been taken to Fucheng for trial by Lord Zhu personally. I heard that Jun Wu from Liaodong Prefecture is also paying special attention to this matter."
Jun Bo Wu
Lin Su has never heard of this person.
He tapped his fingers on the desktop, looked at her and said again.
"That town can still listen
What's up? "
"No." Hongxia shook her head and said after hesitating, "The branch has got the exact news."
"what?"
"The Seventh Princess... died on the 30th day of the year."
"..."
After Hongxia finished speaking, she went to add fire to the furnace without disturbing Lin Su.
Huang Yu was already awake and did not get up when lying on the kang.
They all knew in their hearts that although the wife had never met with the Seventh Princess, the wife's feelings for the Seventh Princess were true.
That kind of pampering like a brother, now that the brother's wife is gone, it is inevitable that she feels uncomfortable.
Hongxia filled the fire, poured a cup of warm water, and carefully helped Huang Yu drink it.
After a long time, Lin Su finally sighed and fucked.
"Can you tell me when did it come out?"
Hongxia paused, and Huang Yu was also a little uneasy.
The two of them did not speak for a long time, which made Lin Su realize that things were not that simple.
He got up and walked to the front, sat sideways on the kang, and asked.
"What the hell is going on? To be honest!"
The two looked at each other, and finally Hongxia knew that she couldn't keep it from her, pursing her lips.
"It was buried overnight."
"Why?" Lin Su was surprised.
This is the Seventh Princess at any rate.
The dignified concubine, the concubine, was buried immediately when the person was gone, and did not stop the spirit
"This... The Seventh Emperor Concubine gave birth to prostitutes and prostitutes, shouldn't it be so hasty."
"Madam, it is not suitable for a funeral in the first month." Hongxia continued to explain.
Lin Su slumped his shoulders, sat on the kang depressed, and slowly shook his head.
Shouldn't a funeral be held in the first month
Ha ha…
It's ridiculous, it's so ridiculous.
Huang Yu slowly sat up straight, put her bare hand on her arm, and said.
"Madam, fortunately, the lord returns to the capital and is with Qiye. Qiye... Qiye can hold it."
Lin Su bit his lip, clenched his fist, his knuckles turned white...
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, shops in the town opened one after another.
The sound of firecrackers, two kicks, ping-pong-pong, it was so lively.
The enthusiasm for grabbing the first fragrance has not yet dissipated, and now the Seventh Emperor and Concubine has passed away on the 30th year of the year. His Royal Highness Situ Chi was regarded as a common man, and Shijue Dao chief decapitated on February 2...
One by one, one by one, are topics that the common people talk about and are willing to gossip.
Those who didn't know passed by and walked on the street, and they knew all of them immediately.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the caravan from the Beitang family came to Xinzhantun to report as usual.
This time, it was not Beitang Hongwei who led the team, but his confidant, Beitangli.
When he arrived, he also brought Lin Su a "red bomb"—an invitation card.
On the sixth day of March, Beitang Hongwei married Nangong Jin.
The date and place are clearly written.
Lin Su looked at and nodded and said softly.
"I will pass on time."
"Mrs. Ling, our father said that the quilt and bed sheets in your inn are good, and you want one." Bei Tangli actively mentioned.
In fact, the letter was written clearly, but Lin Su didn’t read it. He just
Had to put up a mouth.
"Want this? Yes. I'll have someone prepare it tomorrow. When will you come back?"
"This trip will be earlier, and we will return in early February, and we will arrive in the first half of the year."
Lin Su heard this point in time, and it didn't take long to speak.
In the first month, there are many days to quit needles.
If you discuss with Widow Du in Xiufang and send more people, it should be okay.
Thinking of this, Lin Su promised.
"Okay, talk to Lu Wei when you come back. I'll have someone arrange it in a while and make it red. Mandarin ducks are playing in the water. It's a good sign."
"Okay, I have Mrs. Lao Ling." Beitang nodded hurriedly.
Lin Su stood up holding the invitation card, and planned to go back to the backyard to rest for a while.
Had it not been for Huang Yu's injury and difficulty moving, she would have left here long ago and went to the county and Beiweizigou.
Back to the main house, resting his cheek with one hand, and fiddling with the invitation card with the other hand.
until.
"Pattern—"
An envelope fell out of it.
Oh, when did it happen? She didn't find it when she looked at it just now!
Sit up straight and open the envelope. Inside is Beitang Hongwei's autograph letter.
The letter said that they had plans for the caravan of Beitang family this year.
In addition, I emphatically mentioned it to her, and asked her to get a four-piece set, which I kept for a married couple.
And this quilt is not for doubles, but for two singles.
Uh…
This kind of bridge has been played on TV.
Large families cover their own quilts.
Beitang Hongwei is newly married, so why...
However, she was required to do so.
The rest of the content is almost ordinary words, saying things he knows, and telling her not to be late.
The marriage of Beitang and Nangong naturally made no sense to her.
After reading the letter, it was burned with a fire folder as usual.
Hongxia came in from outside and was taken aback when she saw her behavior.
"A letter from the master?"
"No." Lin Su shook his head, raised the unburned envelope at her, and said, "Beitang Hongwei's. Ask me for a four-piece set, which counts as a gift."
Hongxia walked to her, took the envelope with both hands, took it to the charcoal basin and burned it.
"Madam, Huang Yu's injury has to be raised again."
"It's okay, don't worry." Lin Su shook his head, holding a brush and writing the requirements and dimensions on the paper.
Say while blowing dry.
"You take this to Lu Wei in a moment, and ask him to find Widow Du when he goes to town. People must hurry and make it. It's the eighth day of February."
"Yes, ma'am." Hongxia bent her knees and reached out to take it.
Looking at the red gilded invitation, I thought about it and said.
"Madam, let's go over there, do we have to wait for Lianqi to come back."
"Wait for him." Lin Su nodded in response to persuasion. "In troubled times, be careful. Otherwise, the three of us don't know why."
"Yes." Hongxia got the exact answer and went out happily...
(End of this chapter)