Chapter 28: Pottery Secrets (2)

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"Not yet? This cape is made of Jinhuaxuan's clothing, white background is twisted by crane feathers, and black background is woven with black fox fur. ? If it is your father's clothing, your family will still worry about the money they didn't catch medicine? Besides, the cloak and wet rolls may have been stolen from the clothes rod of the big family! "
Is the cloak of Lian Yike so valuable? Don't give up secretly. Seeing the guy squinting her eyes at her, she couldn't help saying angrily: "It was given to me by a boy. I dug it in the snow so it was wet, so I didn't steal it!"
The man hahagan laughed twice and sneered: "How come the fine cloak is buried in the snow? Who believes?"
He didn't give up and looked at the box without explaining.
An old man in a green robe walked slowly out of the house, with gray hair, a slight camel back, and a dry smoky gun in his hand. He calmly commanded: "Ada, you have to shut the door."
Opening the buddy, the shopkeeper walked to the front and asked, "Are you looking for Mr. Bamboo?"
Don't give up carefully rubbing the three words of Mr. Bamboo drawn out with lumps on the cloak. She raised her head and asked hopefully: "Are you Mr. Zhu?"
The shopkeeper shook his head: "I'm not."
He is not, but he must know it? Without abandoning the box, she thought for a while and said, "Under the window of the quiet bamboo mountain. I will look for Mr. Bamboo to be a thing."
She read the sentence straight and round, looking at the shopkeeper hopefully. Do not give up the uneasy thoughts in my heart, after so many years, will Mr. Jiu said that Mr. Zhu's people will wait in this pawnshop? Will he die like Uncle Ji?
The shopkeeper's hand holding the smoky gun trembled. He was silent for a while and said kindly: "Little girl, are you here for this cloak? The cloak has unknown origin and I cannot accept it. For your filial piety, I do n’t blame you for breaking in. Is n’t it too much to pay too little for half the money? Is it enough to pay for the money? Yesterday, I hope your father ’s condition will improve and he can have a good family reunion. "
There was a story that the head of a large household was dying. It is said that the money in the box is the last wealth of the family. The son of this family has survived all kinds of difficulties guarding this box. The existence of the box gave him confidence and confidence. Until he finally had more money than the wealth in the box, his mother opened the box. There is nothing in it.
All the time, the pottery bowl that Hua Jiu left her is not to discard the last box. Today, she opened the box and found nothing inside.
The treasurer's words lowered his head without disappointment, and the tears dropped. She wiped her tears and asked with indecision: "Is there really no Mr. Bamboo in the Xingyuan pawnshop?"
The shopkeeper did not answer her. He took a hanging coin from his arms and stuffed it in his hands, and said softly, "Little girl, let's go."
He did not give up the unconscious money and took the pottery bowl and dragged his head slowly out of the Xingyuan pawnshop.
The last door panel closed before her eyes. Hearing the good sound of the door panel, the heart that didn't give up shivered. It was as if the whole world had closed the last door for her.
Mr. Zhu, is it like the uncle Ji is gone? Do not give up walking on the street stiffly, dazed.
The reality is to go back to Mofu and continue to be a lady. As Yun Lang said, Moruo Fei said, Lian Yike said, Shi Zi Chen Yu said, she and her husband will find her a good family to marry. Later, she would be an ancient house lady with no worries about food and clothing.
Either rely on only a dozen golden seeds in hand. Find a way to support yourself. From now on, he and Moruofei would never meet again, and from that time on, they would be entangled with those in the palace. Be an ordinary person in this unfamiliar world.
In the winter night, the excitement of going south to the square has not dispersed. The red lanterns at the door of each house emit a festive light. These scenes glanced past her, and they did not attract any interest. He walked on the street staggeringly, lonely like a wandering soul. When the third kind-hearted man stepped forward and asked her if she had gone missing, she did not abandon her sober. She could not hang around like this for a while. Later, when the door was closed, she might be asked by the officers and soldiers of the night watch for her identity. She didn't want to go back until she didn't think about it.
However, where can she go? She couldn't live in the inn, it was too easy for people in Mofu to find her. If she stays in the inn, will she freeze to death?
hungry. Feet stepped in the muddy snow, the embroidered cotton shoes were soaked, and the cold rose from the soles of the feet. Stopped in a small alley and stopped.
The dim light was swaying deep in the alley, and there was a lonely small noodle restaurant with no diners. Two large iron pans are supported on the cooktop on the street. Bone soup was cooked in one bite, and turbid noodle soup was rolled in the other. The boss was sloppy and his hair was dyed white by life.
She saw the hot noodle soup pot swallow. Either way, fill your stomach first. He walked into the small noodle restaurant and asked, "Uncle, how much is a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"
"Five penny money."
The shopkeeper gave her a hundred essays, not counting the five essays and saying: "Uncle, come to a bowl."
Yangchun noodles can be understood as clear soup noodles and plain noodles. It has the refreshing taste of Yangchun Baixue. The noodles were scattered in the soup pot, picked up with a bamboo hedge, and worn in cold water and poured into a bowl. Spoon the bone soup, sprinkle with green onion, and add a few cooked cabbage. This kind of noodles without toppings is cheap and delicious.
The boss is very real, using a large stoneware bowl, a full bowl to serve. This kind of pottery bowl is like a pottery bowl made by Hua Jiu. It is pinched with pottery clay and has no upper sleeve. It can be simply burned to show the true nature of pottery clay.
Holding the bowl, she felt a lot of intimacy in her heart. Without abandoning her breath, she eagerly picked up the noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them into her mouth, so hot that she sighed out with the noodles open. The long-lost feeling reminded her that many years ago, well-intentioned people ordered the boss to cook two bowls of noodles for them. She and Huajiu sat on the side of the street and gorged on nobody.
When she was eating, she suddenly felt something was wrong, chopsticks stirred, and a yellow egg lay on the bottom of the bowl. He gave up his head in surprise and said, "Uncle! I didn't ask for eggs."
The boss rubbed his dry hands, the wrinkles on his face deepened in a smile. He said softly, "Eat, go home after eating. Ming'er is the Lantern Festival. You are the last guest today, and you happen to have only one egg left. I don't charge you money."
Looking at the eggs in the bowl, I was moved to panic acid, and my tears rose up. She buried her head and ate with a gulp.
Holding the bowl of cherished and drinking the last noodle soup, she even chopped green onion. Without giving up, he patted his belly and jumped from his seat. She carried the bowl to the stove and smiled: "Thank you Uncle for the noodles and eggs, it's so delicious. I will help Uncle clean it up."
Regardless of the boss's obstruction, I don't abandon the scrubbing stove with the sleeves cleaned up.
The boss smiled after closing the fire: "It's such a diligent child, go home!"
He looked at her kindly, with a deep smile on his lips. That face covered with traces of hard life made it impossible to abandon the judgment, this is a kind and simple old man. Maybe, he can help her through the night.
Do not give up biting his lips hard, tears in his eyes. She whispered, "Uncle, can I sleep in the store for one night? I came to Wangjing to find relatives. I didn't find a relative's house. I didn't have much money and didn't dare to go to the store."
Seeing the boss hesitating, he did not give up the remaining copper money and stuffed it into his hands: "Uncle, I have so much money, you take it first. You will come back to the store tomorrow and see me without any loss. Please, Uncle. "
There are only a few shabby tables and chairs in the noodle shop, and there is nothing to be stolen. The boss softened his heart as he looked at his pleading eyes. He returned the money and said: "There are no beds and covers in the shop."
Do not give up the big joy, holding the cloak said: "The stove is warm, I can curl up under the stove for one night. As long as the children of the poor family have a place that can block the wind. I will not catch cold. Thank you uncle!
The boss closed the door and stumbled away. He looked back at the noodle shop and shook his head to think that she didn't even have a hang of money. If no relatives are found, what should this girl do?
Moruofei can follow the trail of the car sedan to find Dashiqiao. Now all the squares have been closed. Even if he finds Nanxia Square, there is no one in the inn, and there is no way to search from house to house. Tomorrow Lantern Festival, Nanxiafang area is full of tourists, she can take advantage of the large number of people leaving Nanxiafang, to find a room to rent elsewhere. Don't give up smugly.
She spread the cloak on the stove to roast. She is the only person in the small noodle restaurant, leaning on the warm stove, and not thinking of the conversation with the shopkeeper of Xingyuan pawnshop.
Right? The shopkeeper was not surprised and surprised to hear that she was looking for Mr. Zhu. Why should he give her a hang of money? Those who open shops can meet poor people to things at any time. Is it possible for a poor person to send a kind of money with kindness? If the shopkeeper knows Mr. Bamboo, why does he seem to fail to understand her and send her away?
She felt the cloak that was gradually drying, the white crane feather twist was smooth like water, and the black black fox fur was warm and thick. Don't abandon words that come to mind my buddies. Lian Yike uses this black and white cloak to hide the trail. Ordinary people rarely use this black and white cloak. If she takes this cloak to visit the weaving spinning, can she find the trace of the Lotus Guest?
The Mofu should be in chaos now. Will Moruofei report this to the Seventh Lord? Knowing that she is missing, how will the Seventh Lord respond? Will it be ransacked?
All kinds of thoughts twirled in my head. She was wrapped in a cloak, and in front of her appeared the hands of Lien Yike binding her cape. He came to her like a at Tianmenguan and rescued her from the black woman's whip. The image at that moment was very clear in her mind. She stroked the copper coins on her neck and said softly, "I'm gone now, can you still find me?"
Leaning on the warm stove, I gradually fell asleep.
"Boom, boom!"
The shop door was knocked rhythmically.
Waking up without horror, who would knock on the door of a dilapidated noodle restaurant in the middle of the night? Could it be that people from Mofu have found it? If it was Mo Fu and Qi Wang Fu to find someone, the alley would not be so quiet. Is it an acquaintance friend of the boss? She twitched with a rolling pin and asked, "Who? The noodle shop is closed."
The latch of the wooden door was slowly toggled, and the door was pushed open with a creak. Don't give up and take a step back, and fall to the ground. The hand held the rolling pin tightly and looked at the uninvited guest in horror at the door.
The man brought a lantern in his hand and flashed into the house, covering his door with his backhand. He put the lantern on the wooden table, took the cigarette rod from his waist, and lit a pot of cigarettes.
Do not abandon the voice shouted: "The shopkeeper!"
The comer is the shopkeeper of Xingyuan Pawn Shop. He took a sip of smoke and quietly spit out, slowly said: "Under the wind of the bamboo window, the flowers burned the mountains and the red ground. Is this poem right?"
Mr. Bamboo? He didn't abandon his words for a long time without words. She looked at him with excitement and ecstasy burst out in her eyes: "Are you Mr. Bamboo? Have you been following me from the pawnshop? Was it that I was seen by many people when I was entangled with the guy at the door of the pawnshop? So it doesn't appear? "
The shopkeeper did not deny that he had been following in secret. He looked at it gently and said, "I'm not Mr. Bamboo. You can call me Haibo."
He is not? Debut without blurting out: "How do you know this code word? Who are you?"
Hai Bo sighed softly: "Who are you? Who told you this poem, and who asked you to come to Xingyuan pawnshop to find Mr. Zhu?"
Uncle Jiu told her only that if he died, he took the token to Wang Xingyuan Xingyuan Pawn Shop in Beijing to find Mr. Zhu, and someone would take care of her for him. She didn't know where the poem came from. For a long while, he said, "Since you are not Mr. Bamboo, you are not the person I am looking for."
Haibo gazed at Suddenly and asked, "Is the nine young master all right?"
Do not give up, he said the nine young master is nine uncle? She tentatively asked, "Do you know Hua Jiu?"
Hearing this, Haibo stood up from the stool, his eyes glowing, and even Rick's back straightened. He asked anxiously, "Where is he? He is finally willing to come back? It is pitiful to see that the old slave waited in Wangjing City year after year, hoping that the nine young masters would appear!
Seeing Haibo so excited, I couldn't help but feel sad. She whispered: "If you said the nine young master is Uncle Hua Jiu, he has passed away. When I was six years old, there was a heavy snowfall, he, he went."