The real daughter died tragically and was reborn, and the whole family cried and begged for forgiven

That was all she said. She turned around, put her hands behind her back, and quickly left. When the Zhuang family came again, Zhuang Wei was sitting beside the water tank in a daze, like a dog that had lost its home.

At this moment, all he could think about was that pair of overly bright black eyes.

He actually called him a waste! ?

Zhuang Wei had never suffered such an insult in his life!

Li Qingluo finally arrived at the West Market. After walking around twice, she chose the smallest blacksmith shop and walked in.

"Shopkeeper, I want to make a sample of this. I wonder if you can make it?"

Li Qingluo took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the blacksmith who came out.

The man's upper body was naked, shiny black. Li Qingluo tried his best to keep his eyes on the man's face and tried to steady his breathing so that the other party would not notice that he was feeling uncomfortable.

Li Qingluo drew the picture herself. She wanted a dagger for self-defense.

This dagger should not be too big so that it can be carried around.

It couldn't just be a dagger either, she wanted one with two ends, a knife on one end and a sharp iron pestle on the other.

After the last fight with Li Kechuan, Li Qingluo deeply understood that she could not protect herself with just a pair of scissors.

So, she came up with this idea overnight and drew this thing based on her imagination.

She was unsure at first, but unexpectedly, when the blacksmith saw the drawing, his eyes lit up.

"Where did you get this thing? It's really ingenious!"

Li Qingluo didn't expect that what he just thought in his mind would be praised by others.

She didn't say she drew it, she just wanted to know: "Can you do it?"

Blacksmith: "Yes! Of course I can do it, but give me three days."

Li Qingluo was delighted. "Okay! I'll come back in three days to pick it up. By the way, how much silver will it cost?"

Blacksmith: "Two taels of silver will do!"

Li Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not cheap, it was much cheaper than she had expected.

She readily paid one or two taels upfront and would pay the remaining one or two or three days after the delivery.

Having agreed on this, Li Qingluo did not linger any longer and immediately returned to the Li Mansion.

Three days later.

Li Qingluo arrived as promised and went to the blacksmith shop in the West Market to pick up the dagger he had customized.

This dagger is finely crafted and looks like an ordinary knife, but the handle can be easily pushed open, revealing what Li Qingluo wanted: an iron pestle that is sharp enough to be used as a weapon.

After paying, Li Qingluo was about to leave when the blacksmith suddenly said, "Young man, could you please sell me the blueprint for your knife?"

Li Qingluo didn't know that this could actually be sold for money?

She wanted to make money, so she could naturally sell the blueprint.

The blacksmith extended his hand and said, "If you're willing, young master, please come in."

Li Qingluo looked into the dark room and shook his head: "Forget it, let's talk here. I won't go in."

One must be on guard against others. Although she doesn't want to think too badly of others, there are definitely not that many good people in this world.

The blacksmith didn't force it, but bowed and said, "Our boss took a fancy to this knife, young master, and wanted to make more of it. But the boss said that since it was young master who brought it, he must know who drew the blueprint and wanted to do business with him."

Li Qingluo: "I drew it myself. You can discuss it with me directly."

The blacksmith looked at Li Qingluo with a hint of admiration: "Young Master, you really have a brilliant idea. This dagger is so exquisite. It looks like an ordinary dagger, but it is already a hidden weapon."

Li Qingluo: "You're being kind. It's just a self-defense gadget."

The blacksmith said, "In that case, I won't say any more. Young Master, our boss is willing to pay this amount for your drawings. I wonder if you are willing to do so?"

The blacksmith extended a hand, and Li Qingluo was secretly shocked: Five taels of silver? So much?

Before she could respond, the other party continued, "If it's fifty taels and the young master is still not satisfied, the matter can be discussed."

How many?

Fifty, fifty taels?

It’s not five taels, it’s fifty taels?

Back when they were in the Liu family, five taels of silver was enough for everyone in the Liu family to live for a year!

In the past few days, she has saved up almost one hundred taels!

Going out today was such a pleasant surprise.

Li Qingluo agreed immediately.

He handed over the blueprint with one hand, took the bulging silver bag with the other, and quickly left.

The blacksmith returned to the house with the blueprint, walked into the darkness, and presented it to a tall, thin figure wearing a black cloak.

"Young Master, the young man has already left with the money."

The dark figure looked up, the shadow covering most of his face.

But the exposed skin was as pale as a dead person, and there was no color at the corners of the lips.

It was summer, but the dark shadow was still warming himself by the fire, though he couldn't help shivering occasionally.

He took the piece of paper with the dagger drawn on it, took a look at it, and threw it into the stove beside him.

"Young Master! This..."

This is fifty taels of silver!

The black shadow said, "Could it be that you still can't remember how this thing was made?"

The blacksmith lowered his head and said, "I will remember it."

He just didn't understand why the young master gave that young man fifty taels of silver?

Even if I make a thousand of these little things secretly, the young man may not know.

Besides, there are so many coincidences in the world that even if the young man discovered it, he would not be able to find any reason to explain it.

The shadow only said, "This man is greedy for money, but not greedy. Therefore, he will definitely come again. Perhaps, he will bring me some surprises... cough, cough cough cough..."

As soon as Li Qingluo returned to the general's mansion, he hid the fifty taels of silver.

At this moment, sitting in the house, she pressed her still wildly beating chest, and her mind was indeed active because of this incident.

I didn’t expect that just a blueprint of a self-defense weapon could be exchanged for fifty taels of silver!

Moreover, the blacksmith originally intended to negotiate a higher price.

But she didn't want to show her nervousness, so she quit while she was ahead, took the money and left.

But what if... she draws more drawings?

Can these drawings still be sold?

Perhaps, it is to make the other party feel satisfied with the weapon that they have never seen before.

Li Qingluo wanted to go to her grandmother's place and borrow a book on weapons to read.

Just as I had this thought, Cui'er knocked on the door and said, "Miss, the old lady wants you to come over."

Li Qingluo quickly washed her face, changed her clothes and went out.

"Luo'er meets grandmother."

Li Qingluo greeted Old Madam Pei and saw Qu Shi sitting beside her. She called out again, "Greetings, mother."

This was the first time that Qu came to pay her respects to her mother-in-law since Mrs. Pei came back.

Unlike in the previous life, Li Qingzhu's fake corpse was not kept in the general's mansion for too long and was buried yesterday.

Li Qing was under the protection of Mrs. Pei, and was not forced by Li Kechuan to kneel in front of the mourning hall and burn paper every day like in her previous life.

Even at the burial yesterday, Madam Pei did not show up, and no one in the entire Jingci Hall dared to disturb him, so naturally Li Qingluo got some peace and quiet.

But she knew that Li Kechuan would not let it go like this.

In the previous life, Li Qingluo was forced to keep vigil in front of Li Qingzhu's coffin for seven whole days. However, on the day of Li Qingzhu's burial, Li Kechuan continued to punish Li Qingluo by making him kneel in front of the mourning hall even though the coffin had already been taken away.

He asked Li Qingluo to chant scriptures for Li Qingzhu for another seven days.

"Zhu'er is in turmoil, and all of this is your fault! Li Qingluo, you must chant sutras for Zhu'er for seven days! If she still hasn't rested after seven days, you must chant for another forty-nine days."