I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Aunt Shen glanced at the onlookers and saw that everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment. Then she realized that she was too anxious just now, so she just lowered her head and wiped her tears.

Xu Shu walked through the crowd to comfort her: "Auntie, this is just a piece of rag, it doesn't mean anything. Maybe Shen Lin'er accidentally tore her clothes when she was running."

He looked at Shen Guang again: "There are only a limited number of people in the village, so it's better to report to the authorities as soon as possible."

Shen Guang was also concerned and confused. Hearing Xu Shu say this, he quickly nodded and said with emotion: "I'm sorry, Brother Xu, it's obviously our family that has let you down and Mu Ge'er down, but you let bygones be bygones. I, Shen Guang..."

Xu Shu patted his shoulder as a comfort.

Shen Ze, the eldest of the Shen family, said, "Dad, Mom, don't be too sad. I will go to the town to report to the police and I will definitely find Lin'er."

Shen Zhuo also responded: "Yes, yes, brother, I will go with you. I know the way."

Shen Guang sighed. It was the only way out. He looked at everyone and said, "I'm sorry to bother you all tonight. Let's go home and have a rest."

Everyone exchanged some pleasantries and then went back home.

Xu Shu also went home. Although he had a good relationship with the Shen family, they were not related, so there was no need for him to force himself to be a good guy.

Moreover, Shen Lin'er was still his bad luck in love, so he had to try his best to get rid of her, otherwise Xiao Mujin would be very upset if she knew about it.

Thinking of Mu Jinghua, Xu Shu couldn't help but look up at the moon again.

The moonlight is bright, I wonder if he is sleeping well at this moment?

Mu Jinghua hadn't slept yet. He sat cross-legged on the bed, took out a small purse from his arms, and was carefully counting the money he had saved recently.

Before he came, his senior brother cooked for him, and the master would give him two cents every day.

Now that he was here, and because his skills were better than his senior brother's, the master said he would give him three cents a day.

Since he didn't have to spend any money on food, clothing or other expenses, he saved the money and planned to buy a knife.

The master would not forbid him to go out, so after Xu Shu went out in the afternoon, Mu Jinghua went for a walk in the town by himself.

Mu Jinghua did not have a deep impression of Qingshui Town. In the past, he had only heard about it from the aunties chatting at the entrance of the village. Every time, he heard them say that the girls and boys in a certain family were lucky enough to marry into the town.

But he felt that the town was too far away from Qiaonan Village, and he would not be able to see his father if he went to the town, which was not good.

But now think about it, wasn't he just saying the grapes were sour because he couldn't eat them at that time?

Now, he lives in this town with his master, senior brother, and Xu Shu.

The location of the Huimin Hall is very good. When you turn right after going out of the door, you will see many stalls selling snacks and ornaments. There are a lot of people, most of them in pairs and walking in a hurry.

Mu Jinghua saw a child crying in front of a stall selling candied haws. The child was holding his father's clothes tightly with one hand, pointing at the candied haws with the other hand, mumbling something, and tears streaming down his face.

The boy looked around helplessly, took out a handkerchief to wipe the child's tears, and then took money from his pocket to buy candied haws.

The child immediately smiled happily, stretched out his arms to the young man, and mumbled: "Ah...Father, hug, hug me."

When Mu Jinghua thought of this, he felt his face getting hot. He couldn't help but think of himself asking Xu Shu for a hug like a child, and he felt so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

I don't know if he was distracted or what, but he counted the coins three times and the numbers were different each time.

Thinking of the "addition and subtraction within 100" exercises that Xu Shu had given him, he felt an even greater headache.

Arithmetic is really difficult.

He would rather go smell the herbs for a day.

But the money counted these three times was not enough to buy a knife.

This afternoon he went to several blacksmith shops to ask. Since he couldn't speak, he wrote down what he wanted to say on paper. However, blacksmiths were craftsmen and most of them were illiterate, so he went to several shops before he could find out the price of a knife.

A small knife costs two and a half taels of silver.

Mu Jinghua was shocked by the price. No wonder the villagers always looked envious when they talked about someone's family getting kitchen utensils as a dowry.

It was not realistic to buy a knife with the three cents given by the master every day, and Mu Jinghua couldn't help but worry about what he should do to make money.

Although the master always said that he had a talent for medicine, he had only been exposed to it for too short a time and could not yet take people's pulses or prescribe medicine. He only knew what herbs were and what medicines were.

What is grass and what is medicine?

Mu Jinghua suddenly remembered the medicinal food that Xu Shu had mentioned. Since he could cook and knew about herbs, wouldn't it be appropriate for him to make medicinal food?

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Mu Jinghua even rolled over on the bed in excitement, just hoping that Xu Shu would come tomorrow so he could talk to him about this matter.

He also wanted to do something for Xu Shu.

……

Xu Shu was awakened by Jiang Xiao's shout.

I went to bed late last night, and when I opened my eyes in the morning, not only did I not see Mu Jinghua, but I was also dragged to the back mountain by Jiang Xiao, the master of time management.

Xu Shu, who couldn't even open his eyes, looked at Jiang Xiao who was full of energy. A sentence flashed through his mind: "If you can't be a leader, you can only work until you die." He immediately stood up and said, "You came at the right time. Pay attention these two days and help me find a few blacksmiths."

"Blacksmith?" Jiang Xiao was surprised. "Brother Xu, aren't you going to make pottery? Why are you planning to make iron now?"

Xu Shu sighed and also felt tired.

It would be great if this world were a peaceful and prosperous one. Then he would only need to build a kiln behind his house and make some pottery, porcelain, and glass, which would be enough for him and Xiao Mujin to enjoy good food and drink for the rest of their lives.

But this is a time of chaos and war could break out at any time. Xu Shu doesn't want to take little Mujin with him to escape famine, so he must make adequate preparations.

Compared with the cruelty of war, today's crossbows, iron ores, and cold weapons are nothing but rare.

He must protect the people he wants to protect in these troubled times.

But Xu Shu couldn't explain much to Jiang Xiao, so he just started to make big promises: "Do you know why Qingshui Town is a town?"

"Ah?" Jiang Xiao was obviously confused by this question. "This... should be decided by the officials?"

Xu Shu then asked, "Then tell me, why did the official choose Qingshui Town as the town?"

Jiang Xiao was confused: "Because this place is good?"

Xu Shu clapped his hands: "Yes, it is good. What is good about it? Convenient transportation, comprehensive industries, large population, and simple folk customs."

"So, if I build a place like this, can I also make it into a town or a prefecture?"

"This..." Jiang Xiao hesitated, "How is it possible to build such a place?"

"Of course not." Xu Shu pulled him to his yard and pointed to a patch of weeds not far away. "This will be a tavern in the future."

"Here, build a wide road so that carriages and horses can pass without bumps."

"This is where everyone lives. Everywhere is built with blue bricks and tiles, with three entrances and three exits!"