Chapter 29: The secret of clay pots (3)

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Haibo seemed to be hit with a stick and sat down weakly. His eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, and suddenly he was ten years old again, and his back was stronger than when he first saw him. He murmured, "Master, how can you tell the old slave to have the heart to go back to see the old man?" Two lines of clouded tears dropped from his eyes, obviously sad to the extreme.
Do not give up and looked at him with a little fear, saying: "Jiushu may not be the young master in your mouth, don't be too sad, the shopkeeper."
"It's him! Without him, you would never know this poem, and never let you come to the pawnshop to find Mr. Bamboo." Hai Bo said decisively.
Haibo could catch the next poem Jiu Shu said, and he also knew Mr. Zhu. Hearing the death of Uncle Jiu, Haibo's grief was not disguised. He is so sure, then he must know where Mr. Bamboo is. Without giving up thinking for a long time, I asked again: "Jiushu has something to ask me to give Mr. Zhu. Since you know Jiushu, can you tell me where Mr. Zhu is?"
Hai Bo wiped her tears, and looked like she was looking for something on her face when she couldn't look down. The gaze was focused like a person with poor eyesight pulling a thread to find a needle.
Blinking and blinking, I was terrified.
"Boy, show Haibo what your uncle gave you!"
"Nine Uncle said let me find Mr. Zhu. The things will be given to him."
Haibo felt sour and choked: "Do you know why your uncle Jiu is called Hua Jiu? His name is Jiuhua! He is the only son of the Zhu family Jiu Dai single biography. He asked you to find Mr. Zhu, just to let you find Zhu Fu. This Xingyuan pawnshop was opened by Zhu Fu! "
Zhu House? Hua Jiu, Jiu Hua? Jiu Shu's surname is Zhu, called Zhu Jiuhua? He looked at the weeping Haibo without understanding. The doubts in my heart are getting heavier. Uncle Ji asked her to find Mr. Bamboo. Does this mean the same thing as Zhu?
Haibo trembles his hands, and said with excitement: "Is your nine uncle let you bring Mr. Zhu a bead? Hei Xuantie's bead?"
Do not give up at this time to truly believe in Haibo's words. Why would n’t Jiushu tell her a little more clearly? At that time, in his eyes, was she just a 5-6 year old child? She opened the box and took out the pottery bowl and said, "This is the pottery bowl Jiushu used for begging. He burned it in."
She stroked the pottery bowl a little bit reluctantly. In the eyes that Haibo looked forward to, he did not refuse to pick it up and fell to the ground. The pottery bowl shattered in response to the sound, and did not abandon squatting on the ground to pick up the thick bottom of the pottery bowl and beat hard, and picked up a black bead from it. The whole body is dark, and the palm is slightly heavier than ordinary iron beads. It is engraved with delicate and complicated patterns.
When Hua Jiu burned the bead into the pottery bowl, she did not discard it. She did not look at the bead carefully. Now take it and look at the glimmer of the lantern. There is a hole in the center of the bead. In addition to the pattern, the surface is also engraved with an inscription of Zhu and Jiuhua. One point with Hyber.
But is Jiu Shu really Zhu Jiuhua? His face is always dirty, and his long hair is tangled with his fingers. There are no second clothes that can be changed throughout the year. In the summer, meat is exposed, and in winter, many layers of sacks and rags become cotton coats. On a warm spring day, he put the pottery bowl in front of him and sat leisurely on the bridge to catch fleas. He couldn't help but close his mouth when he heard the crunchy sound of the nail squeezing the fleas. Such a broken beggar, will it be the young master of the big family?
Haibo pointed at the bead in his hand and shook his voice: "It's it! Look, is there the word Zhu Jiuhua on it? This is the master's token. The master can use this black mysterious bead to extract silver from all shops in Zhu's house. At least, he can take away at least 5 million two silver! "
Five million two silver? ! Do not give up looking at the black Xuanzhu eyes in the palm of his hand, all falling out. Five million two! You can eat Yangchun noodles for the next life! She can be killed a hundred times! Oh no, you can kill her a thousand times! She took a breath.
There were once good-hearted people who asked the boss to cook two bowls of Yangchun noodles for her and Huajiu. They crouched down the street outside the noodle shop. After eating, Hua Jiuyi smiled and said, "Will there be such a good customer Minger? You can eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles every day!" Every day he took her to the back door of the restaurant Dig the swill in the tank. Occasionally, the chicken legs that hadn't been eaten were caught, and the two were happy like Chinese New Year.
Tears moistened his eyes a little bit. She sniffed her nose. She really didn't understand what her Nine Uncle was for. She preferred to be a lowly beggar to feed her. She would not use Hei Xuanzhu to bring some silver to the shop of Zhu's house to live a good life.
If he could have money, would he still be sick and have no money to see the doctor catching medicine? Will he still be able to resist the cold and sickness on that snowy night?
She couldn't understand why, thinking that Jiu Shu, who could raise millions of dollars, died because of poverty, hunger, cold and sickness. Her heart felt like a cat was torn. Do not give up slowly squat on the ground, crying sadly.
In the winter of the last year, he grabbed her with thin, bony hands and gasped and said, "Don't give up, Jiu Shu is sorry for you and didn't let you have a good day. Jiu Shu is dead, you go to Mr. Bamboo Mr. will take care of you and will hurt you like Uncle Jiu. You promised Uncle Jiu, you must go, you promised me! "
Snow did not fall from the sky. The sky opened a hole, and the heavy snow hit the ground fiercely. There was ice in the river, and the strong wind blew away the broken grass curtain that blocked the bridge hole, and pricked her and Jiushu with cold fingers. He wrapped all the rag sacks around her and opened his chest to press her cold face tightly against his chest. He said sorry to her again and again, begging her not to fall asleep again and again. The seemingly insignificant warmth on his chest gradually turned into cold, until she was shocked to find him stiff as a stone.
Such an uncle Jiu turned out to be the young master of the rich? ! why? Uncomfortable and angry, she didn't let go of her chest, and she gasped for a long time, preventing herself from crying. She wants an answer, she wants to find it.
She spread her hands and brought Black Xuanzhu to Haibo.
Haibo shivered and picked up the black mysterious bead. The thing was right and wrong. The handsome young man who was so full of books and turned into a beggar turned into a beggar and died of cold disease. He couldn't help crying. Seeing not to squat on the ground to wipe tears, Hyber pulled her anxiously and said, "What's your name? Who are you?"
Bu Ji Machinery replied: "My name is Bu Ji, and I follow the name of Jiu Shu. Jiu Shu picked me up. He said that his family begged for nine generations, so that I should not give up Hua Jia's career as a tenth generation beggar."
"Do not give up, do not give up. Do not give up the career of the Huajia, the tenth generation of beggars! Master, why do you want to abandon everything?" Haibo repeated his thoughts several times, and gave a desolate laugh. He looked at it without giving up, but a light came out in his eyes. People like floating in the sea suddenly saw the land, like travelers in the desert found an oasis.
Do not give up understanding the mood in Haibo's eyes. For example, when she crawled into the dog kennel of Liu Ernang's house on a snowy night, she hung her tits: "Save it."
Haibo collected the black Xuanzhu and took hold of the undisputed hand: "Miss, let's go back to Jiangnan. I will take you to see Mr. Zhu."
"Mr. Bamboo? Who is he? Didn't you say looking for Mr. Bamboo or Zhu Fu?"
Haibo said kindly: "Mr. Zhu is the father of the nine young masters, and the old grandpa Zhu of Jiangnan Zhu House!"
Do not give up was stunned again. Uncle Jiu turned out to be the young master of the nine generations of Zhu Nan in Jiangnan! Is it the nine-generation single master of Jiangnan Zhufujia who is tied with the four merchants of Moyue Feiyunbao Mingyue Villa, Jiangnan is the first merchant, and exclusive to the royal silk tea tribute business? ! Uncle Ji let Grandpa Zhu take care of himself?
At this time, not far away came the sound of dog bites and messy footsteps. Haibo Ning listened, and frowned slightly: "Is there a thief tonight? Will the officers and soldiers be arrested?"
Without giving up, she suddenly sobered, she said anxiously: "If I am not wrong, I must come to me."
She neatly explained why she came to Wangjing and how to escape from Mofu.
Hyber slowly became serious. He turned around in the room a few times and heard the sound seem to be getting closer and closer to the noodle shop. He made up his mind and said, "No, let's leave here and talk again."
He took a black towel from his arms and covered his face.
Without giving up, he shouted angrily: "Wait a minute." She stuffed the broken pottery pieces from the ground into the hearth, took a stoneware bowl and put it in the brocade box, wrapped it in the cloak of the lotus clothing. On the back.
Haibo admired that she had done all this, took her out of the noodle shop, and jumped onto the roof.
Not far away, the arrows flew by with the wind, and the air burst into the air. Hai Bo avoided it lightly, and the feather arrow shattered the tiles, making a clear sound.
"Don't give up, the comer is a master. You don't have martial arts to take you. If you can't escape, you will be pretended to be hijacked by me. Reassure to stay in Mofu, I will find an opportunity to pick you up." After softly instructing him, he folded to avoid a feather arrow, and he would not abandon it in front of him, and looked back.
The faint moonlight reflected the eaves near and far like a dark lake, and the shallow white snow between the tiles seemed to ripple. Lian Yike wears a black arrow sleeve tights, holds a long bow in hand, carries an arrow pot, and has a long body. A pair of eyes exposed outside the mask looked at Hai Bo coldly.
Having said that he would never come to her again, he came. Do not give up the mixed feelings: "Lian Yike."
Lian Yike? Lone Ranger suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes in the past two years? Hai Bo narrowed his eyes slightly. He was obviously here to save. Haibo's heart was slightly wider, and he said in a cold voice: "Lian Yike, fish have fish lanes, shrimp have shrimp roads. Why bother to do more business?"
Lian Yike's fingers were loosened, and another feather arrow was fiercely stuck at his feet. The sound of the fluttering voice came clearly: "Let her, you still have a chance to escape."
Haibo's body was straight, and the back of the camel was straight. The whole body exuded with pride. He sneered: "Young man, what's your relationship with Mofu? You must take care of Mofu's business?" His toes swept backwards, and swiftly picked up pieces of black tiles to strike at the Lotus. Run with no abandonment.
The cold wind fluttered on her face so that she could hardly open her eyes. She heard the sound of breaking the sky, and the sound of the tiles shattered. She couldn't help but turn her head back. The lion-like guest was flying behind her like a goshawk, her eyes so bright, she stared straight at her with concern and anxiety in her eyes. For a moment, she never forgot where she was, she looked at him blankly, her eyes gradually filled with tears.
"Don't give up, there are other people ambushing nearby. I can't take you away tonight. Remember my words, I will pick you up from Mofu." Hai Bo looked around alertly, he was not giving up on his ears Quietly asked the end to suddenly throw hard not to abandon the guest. Without the burden of not giving up, he fell into the darkness lightly.
Lian Yike rushed to the moment and reached out to catch up. He was about to speak, and there were bursts of hidden weapons breaking in the wind.
He hugged and turned and dodge in the air, his body suddenly sinking. The clashing equipment hitting the roof tiles clanged like a rain, and his body was a little slower, and all of the clamshells would hit him and never give up.
Just as Lian Yike secretly rejoiced, his eyes glimpsed a light and shadow. Others have no leverage in the air, hugged and turned around in a hurry. A feather arrow hit his right shoulder and he let go of the pain.
Without screaming, he fell down involuntarily, the knot of the cloak was loosened, and the brocade box fell into the river flowing through Nanxiafang. Not fortunate in her heart, fortunately, she had taken out the black Xuanzhu, and her body sank into the cold river in an instant.
Lian Yike suffered a sharp pain in his right shoulder and followed him into the river. He cursed secretly, and his fingers suddenly touched the body that was not abandoned, and he couldn't help being overjoyed, grabbed the arm that didn't give up, and brought her to the surface.
Laughter sounded from the bridgehead: "With your arrow, return it to you. Lian Yike, I can't think of my girl as a queer?"
Do not give up choking a few times, wiped the water on his face. Not far away stood a woman in a black cloak. With a bow and arrow in her hand, a row of men in black stood beside her. Do not abandon the voice shouted: "Tianmenguan black woman!"
"Take a deep breath and follow me to dive." Lian Yike whispered, grabbing her unyielding waist. He broke the arrow on his back with a backhand, and smiled up at the bridge: "The girl refuses to show her true face, is it too ugly? Yeah, I forgot, the girl stayed in Tianmenguan and wanted Master Mo's life. Moruofei can't look down on you, because of love becomes hatred? Want to kill his sister to vent his anger? "
Liu Qingwu was furious: "What are you talking about?"
Lian Yike shouted, "Deep!"
Without taking a deep breath, he dived into the water with him.
Two people lost their traces on the water, and Liu Qingwu just sang out at this time: "Let the arrow!"
After shooting for a while, there was no response on the water, and she stomped her feet fiercely. Such a good opportunity actually called Lian Yike away. The lantern torches in the distance gradually gathered toward the river, and Liu Qingwu took a deep breath and said: "Withdraw! Secretly clothed hands in the medical pharmacy and searched along the river. Killed the girl and captured the Lotus."