I sold grilled fish in the 70s!

One of them wanted to infiltrate the Black Ren Tang gang, a group with the same name as the organization founded by Master Yang, by pretending to be one of its members. What kind of evil deeds were they planning to commit to tarnish the reputation of Black Ren Tang under its name?

However, being tied up like this by these two thugs is really making it difficult for me to move around! Also, I really need to find a way to send a message to my two sons. Tell them not to worry, and also tell them not to rush me out so urgently.

But how could he possibly get this important message out in this unfamiliar place?

"So that I could communicate with Xia Rong anytime, anywhere, I raised more than a dozen carrier pigeons!" At this moment, Mu Long's words echoed in Yu Qin's mind.

Yes! I could send a message to Mu Long and the others about my situation in the other Black Church via carrier pigeon. But I've already looked through this dark hole countless times and still haven't seen Xia Rong.

I remember that Xia Rong, that little girl, was right beside me before I was knocked unconscious with a stick. Thinking of this, Yuqin looked up again at the third and fourth sons sitting in front of her.

At this moment, the two guys were completely drunk and unconscious! Seeing this, Yuqin was overjoyed, but right now she needed to find something very sharp to untie the ropes binding her.

Suddenly, Yuqin seemed to remember something, so she used both hands to feel her entire body. Sure enough, she found a short knife in her waist pocket.

He had taken the dagger from Mu Long when he was drunk. He'd seen his son completely drunk during the day and just wanted to slap him across the face. He didn't know how many times he'd told that brainless idiot.

Try not to drink alcohol during the day! If you really want to drink, wait until night. Because if you get completely drunk at night and just fall asleep, nothing bad will happen.

But it's a different story during the day. One minute you might be leisurely sipping tea and enjoying the view outside the window, and the next you could be overwhelmed with unexpected work-related matters. And if you're already completely drunk, how could you possibly handle anything properly?

When Yuqin touched the short knife she carried, she struggled desperately with both hands, trying to take it out of her waistband.

But those two damned bandits had tied her up tightly with hemp rope! However, this didn't deter Yuqin's desire to escape. Repeating her previous actions, she lost her balance and crashed heavily to the ground. A large scar appeared on her forehead, and Yuqin saw this as her perfect chance to escape.

So she kicked a large rock nearby with both feet with all her might. Just as Yuqin had wished, she rolled on the floor like a wheel.

A moment later, a sharp sound was heard, and a short knife appeared in front of Yuqin. Unfortunately, the knife was still quite a distance away from her. At this moment, Yuqin felt extremely regretful, regretting that she had been perfectly content staying at the Longsheng Hotel. Why had she suddenly decided to go out and look for a suitable shop on Shenglong Street to sell her embroidery?

How could I be so foolish! The entire Shenglong Street belongs to my youngest son! Why didn't I just ask Mu Long which shop is the most suitable for selling embroidery?

Why did I have to go through all this trouble to find a shop? That was really close! I clearly remember being hit by a vicious, deadly poisoned arrow. I was in a deep coma, but why am I completely unharmed now? Not only that, I feel an incredibly comforting warm current flowing through my body.

What exactly happened? I remember when I opened my eyes, I saw Xia Rong holding a small jar and pouring some unknown liquid onto my wound.

I feel like I've seen that unidentified liquid somewhere before! If I could obtain a large quantity of this liquid, I could use it to develop a wound-healing ointment. My father taught me a lot about traditional Chinese medicine when he was alive, so I really want to use that magical liquid to make a wound-healing ointment.

Grandma, please lie down, I'll put some medicine on it for you right away! She remembered that this morning Zhuzhu had applied some iodine to the spot where Xiao Furong had scratched her with her little claws. When she tried to look at the scratch again, she couldn't find it anymore, as if Xiao Furong had never scratched her at all.

Thinking of this, Yuqin couldn't help but smile slightly. The bottle of potion Xia Rong used on her must have been given to her by that brat Mu Long, right? How could she feel like she had really given birth to a silly boy? Why would Mu Long give all the good things to Xia Rong? Wasn't he afraid that Xia Rong would think he was a monster?

Is this medicine a rare item? If I were to actually develop that wound-healing ointment and sell it on Longsheng Street, what would I do if so many people came to buy this miraculous ointment, and I ran out of the miraculous medicine I had on hand?

At that moment, Yuqin suddenly understood Mu Long's troubles as the head of Shenglong Street. No wonder that Mu Long had been having trouble sleeping lately.

It's very likely that Mu Long is constantly thinking about how to manage this huge Longsheng Street well.

Haha! I guess that's why I decided to open an embroidery shop. Looking at my husband and two sons, who both have great careers, I can't help but feel useless. And thinking about it, ever since I married Muhe, I've forgotten what I once wanted to do most.

Although I've spent my free time embroidering small things in my room to pass the time over the years, the number of times I've truly settled down to complete a large-scale embroidery piece is very few.

Remembering how she had previously tried to avoid provoking those with ill intentions who might harm her two sons, she would sit on a large rock at the village entrance every afternoon, holding the wolf cub Mu Long had picked up on the mountain. Her purpose was to stage a performance of complete madness, while simultaneously picking fights with Xiangyun and her two daughters. This was also a performance for those who constantly peered from the rooftops of the Yang mansion to observe her every move.

Now that I think about it carefully, it's very likely that Xiangyun was placed in the Yang family by those who viewed her husband as an enemy. I was very curious about Xiangyun's background and family history, so I sent someone to investigate her secretly.