The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

Out of concern for her partners, Yunwei secretly sent Ruyu to inquire about the situation with Xiaowu, only to learn the details and was stunned.

It turns out that Su Mei got a bad taste and met Gao Yan in a brothel when she went to get close to Boss Dai for the Blood Lotus Pill. Then Gao Yan became soft-hearted and has been secretly taking in Su Mei these days.

And Su Mei cheated him of the Blood Lotus Pill...

Xiao Wu said that on the day when Tu Min led the team to get married, when the dealer came back drunk, Zi Su vomited blood.

The dealer took out the Blood Lotus Pill and gave it to her without hesitation.

Xiao Wu was anxious to call the doctor. When he came back, he saw the banker lying unconscious on the bed, and Zi Su was no longer in the house.

The brocade box in the hands of the banker is empty...

Xiaowu finally stopped calling Zisu sister, and shouted angrily: "I didn't expect Su Mei to approach the banker, but in the end it was just for the Blood Lotus Pill."

This is not what makes Xiao Wu angry the most. What makes him angry the most is: "If her poison is really serious and she is worried that she will not survive and is afraid that the banker will not give it to her, I can understand it and trick the banker into taking it out in advance. But why?" , she just disappeared after getting it."

It seems that all the recent interactions with the banker are ultimately just because the banker has the Blood Lotus Pill.

Just patting the butt and walking away after getting it, it seems that the banker is kind-hearted and so stupid.

Xiao Wu felt sad, "I'm afraid Zhuang will never be a good person again."

Yun Wei was also a little confused. Su Mei was not stupid, and she was so perceptive. She should have known that she could get the Blood Lotus Pill from Gao Yan without cheating, so why did she suddenly choose to cheat?

And it disappeared after getting it.

This has to make people suspicious. The Blood Lotus Pill may not be the medicine used by Su Mei to treat Gu from the beginning to the end, but has other uses. She can't wait any longer.

Yunwei got on the carriage and planned to go back to Mengrao to ask about the poison in Su Mei's body.

Passing by Xinfeng Street, in the shadow of the setting sun, the street is covered with orange.

Vendors coming and going began to close their stalls, and the streets began to become deserted.

Yun Wei opened the curtain and looked at it boredly, and suddenly her eyes stopped at a stall selling various wood carvings.

There were wood-carved ponies, small drumsticks, peach wood skewers, and cute little tigers on the stall.

The hawker was extremely thin, with empty cuffs dangling. He held a carving knife and wood in his hands, and was still carving attentively. He coughed once or twice from time to time, and looked so desolate under the thin sunset.

Yun Wei's heart tightened inexplicably, and her compassion overflowed, "Stop the car."

Ruhua asked curiously: "Princess Princess, do you want to buy pastries?"

Because the parking location is close to Yi Changfu.

Yunwei: "No, I want to buy a wood carving."

Ruhua: "Then I will buy you a slave, which one do you want?"

Yunwei paused and said, "No, I'll go down and pick it myself."

Inexplicably, she wanted to go and see for herself.

After getting off the carriage, Duan Ren had to pull over and park the car.

Ruhua supported the princess and walked to the stall. He took a look and said, "The carving is quite exquisite."

When the hawker saw the customers, he greeted, "Just take a look, they are all cheap. If you like them, you can bring one or two."

The voice has some vicissitudes of life, as if it is old.

But if you look closely at his face, you can see that he has a beard on his chin, a few wisps of white on his temples, and his eyes are dry and lifeless as if they were seriously ill.

Yunwei judged that it was only thirty-five or six at most.

Modern thirty-five-six-year-olds are still in their prime. Why were people so cruel in ancient times?

For some reason, Yun Wei always felt that this man was so pitiful.

She picked up a cute little tiger and asked, "How much does this cost?"

The hawker put down the carving knife and said in a gentle but rough voice, "Twenty cents."

Yunwei picked up the small wooden horse again, "What about this one?"

"It's also twenty cents."

Yunwei doesn't know wood carving, but her eldest brother used to learn bone carving. His carvings are very good and can be sold for a lot of money.

This man's wood carvings are not as good as his elder brother's, but they are still exquisite. This kind of craftsmanship is cheap for twenty cents.

Yun Wei thought to herself that this person's family background was probably not good, and he must be in urgent need of money, so he sold it so cheaply.

She put down the wooden horse and suddenly saw another wooden hairpin.

Among all the children's toys, this wooden hairpin stood out particularly, and its prominence made Yunwei's thoughts drift away in an instant.

On the way to Lin'an, the two of them were in trouble. When they were on the road alone, Aling carved a peach blossom hairpin for her.

Although it was different from this style and not peach blossom, it touched her memories.

She picked up the hairpin with a gentle look on her face.

When the vendor raised his eyes, he saw that she was lost in memories.

After a while, he said: "If I buy two, I can give my wife two cents cheaper each."

"Need not."

After being pulled back from her thoughts, Yun Wei realized that she had been looking at it but not buying it, which might have caused the other party to misunderstand.

She glanced at the stall and saw that this man didn't sell many wood carvings, only seven or eight in total. She simply waved her hand and said, "Wrap them all up. I bought them all."

The vendor seemed a little disbelieving, "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm sure. Your craftsmanship is quite good, and the carvings are all in styles that children like. My child is about to be born, and I will use it to comfort my child in the future. It's okay to buy a few more."

She put down the wooden hairpin and picked up a small drumstick. The drumstick was delicately carved, with patterns on both sides. It was polished extremely smooth and felt good in the hand.

The vendor lowered his eyes slightly and fell on her belly.

It's about to be born...

He then stood up and helped her pack, "Thank you, madam."

As soon as she stood up, Yunwei realized, oh, this hawker is very tall, as tall as Aring.

It's a pity that he is too thin, as thin as a waning old man, his back is also a little curved, and he does not have Aling's heroic appearance.

When Yun Wei put down the small drumstick, she still asked curiously, "What kind of flower is carved on this drumstick?"

"Tung Blossom."

"Tung Blossom?"

"Tonghua Ten Thousand Miles of Danshan Road, the voice of young phoenix is ​​clearer than that of old phoenix. It was carved on the next whim, which made Madam laugh."

Yunwei recited these two lines of poetry silently in her heart. She had an impression that this poem was written by Li Shangyin.

Tung blossom is one of the symbols of traditional culture, representing nobility and pure quality.

Wanlidan Mountain Road represents the journey of life, containing hard work and perseverance.

Generally speaking, it expresses a positive attitude and good expectations for children.

I didn’t expect that this hawker had some literary talents.

Not only does the hawker have some literary talents, he is also a fastidious person.

Instead of collecting all the wood carvings in one go, each wood carving was packed in a box, and finally placed in a large box and handed to Ruhua.

Yun Wei saw that his hands were different from the withered body. His hands were long and slender with clear joints.

Yun Wei inexplicably felt that this should be a pair of hands that once held a pen, and it should be very beautiful.

Unfortunately, now, perhaps due to the ravages of time or livelihood, these hands have become thinner.

You can clearly see the veins bulging under the skin, as if a layer of skin is hanging on top, like an old man.

Moreover, because of the wood carving, the thumbs were somewhat calloused, and there were many small wounds all over the fingertips, making the hands look more weathered than human beings.