Chapter 162 Wooden Man

The man wears the traditional clothes of a prairie tribe, a blue-bottomed top and leggings trousers. The embroidery on the clothes is lifelike, with auspicious cloud patterns billowing on the hem of the clothes. His hair is braided and tied on the top of his head. The gold and jade hair crown looks very impressive.

This place is not like a warehouse, but rather like a bedroom. There is a big bed inside, and brand new tables and chairs outside. There is even a pot of tea on the table. The room is very tidy, as if someone cleans it every day, no matter the furnishings. The owner's care can be seen in the materials used.

The landlady said so much, but the man remained silent, like a puppet.

The boss's wife's arms were wrapped around his waist, as if he didn't care that he didn't respond, and her face was buried in his broad chest.

After a long time, faint sounds of sobbing could be heard.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save enough money to go to Xiliang to avenge you."

The voice was a little hoarse, with a strong crying tone.

On the roof, the figure who followed her looked down through the uncovered tiles.

He frowned, and when he saw the man, his pupils narrowed.

Inside the room, the proprietress hugged the man and buried her head on his chest. When she raised her head, the fabric on the man's chest was already wet.

The landlady picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were full of nostalgia, and there was a touch of sadness hidden in her beautiful eyes.

The landlady stretched out her hand and touched the man's cheek. The past was still vivid in her mind, and she seemed to be caressing his face again.

Then, she raised her lips.

She said, "I'm leaving first."

The landlady turned around, picked up the robe hanging on the chair and put it on her body, then picked up the oil lamp, looked back reluctantly, then locked the door and turned to leave.

The people on the roof suppressed the shock in their eyes, quietly followed the proprietress, and then returned to their seats.

However, the shock brought to him by the landlady could not calm him down for a long time.

The next day, Wang Yinchuan had just finished washing up when he heard faint voices coming from outside.

She walked to the door.

I saw the proprietress standing outside the door with a smile on her face, holding a tray in her hand. On the tray, there were several dishes of side dishes and a bowl of perfectly cooked white porridge.

Wei Ting stood in front of her, looking unhappy.

The landlady's face originally had a trace of embarrassment and distress, but when she saw Wang Yinchuan, her eyes lit up.

"Hey, Mrs. Xie, you just happened to be awake." The landlady bypassed Wei Ting who was blocking her and walked in with a smile on her face, "You have traveled thousands of miles to come from Chang'an. As my host, I naturally have to do everything you can." Landlord's friendship, no, last night I heard that you were not used to the food here, so I specially cooked white porridge for you early in the morning. Master Xie said that you were not awake yet and were afraid that I would disturb you."

"Try it quickly and see if it suits your taste."

The landlady was very enthusiastic and placed the steaming porridge on the table.

Wei Ting frowned slightly and winked at Wang Yinchuan.

Don't drink.

The proprietress was overly enthusiastic and was obviously deceitful.

Wang Yinchuan shook his head slightly to express his peace of mind.

Wang Yinchuan walked over and sat on the stool with a faint smile on his lips.

The landlady said, "Try it quickly. I just asked the chef to make it today. I don't know if it will suit your taste."

Wang Yinchuan picked up the spoon, lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Since it was specially made, it should be delicious no matter what."

Hearing this, the landlady covered her lips with a handkerchief and laughed, "Madam, you speak so nicely, it makes me feel very happy!"

Wang Yinchuan smiled, turned to look at Wei Ting behind him, and said, "It's not easy to open a shop. How can I drink from you for nothing?"

"Wei Ting, give me the money quickly."

Wei Ting took off his purse from his waist, took out a few copper coins from it, and placed them on the table. The landlady's smile deepened a little, "In that case, I'd rather obey your orders than be respectful."

"Madam, please drink slowly. If you have any questions, just call me and I won't disturb you."

Wang Yinchuan smiled and said, "Walk slowly."

The lady boss walked gracefully and gracefully. She walked to the door, closed the door, and smiled at them.

The footsteps gradually faded away, Wei Ting frowned, walked to the table and put the tray aside.

"Don't drink."

Showing courtesy for nothing is either adultery or theft.

Wang Yinchuan crossed his arms and said, "Looking at her, it doesn't look like she wants to harm me."

Over there, Wei Ting was about to take out a silver needle to test whether it was poisonous.

Suddenly, a shrill bird song came from outside.

Wei Ting frowned, ignored the porridge in his hand, walked to the window and opened it.

After a while, a figure came in quietly from the window.

A man dressed in ordinary clothes, like a passerby, knelt on one knee in front of the two people.

"What's up?"

"Sir, something is wrong with the landlady."

At this time, Wei Ting just put the silver needle into the bowl. He looked at Wang Yinchuan and said, "Tell me."

The man told exactly what he saw last night.

When he talked about the man, the shock reappeared on his face, "That man is not a living person at all, he is a lifelike wooden sculpture that can almost be mistaken for the real thing!"

"What the boss lady said was to a wooden statue!"

At this time, Wei Ting just took out the silver needle from the bowl. The silver needle had not changed color and was still as clean as new.

He frowned and put away the silver needle.

Wang Yinchuan also frowned slightly and looked at him.

"Are you sure that what you relayed is what the landlady originally said?" Wang Yinchuan asked.

"Yes, ma'am." said the man on the ground.

Wang Yinchuan said to Wei Ting, "That man sounds like her deceased husband."

Wei Ting nodded, "She also said she wanted to avenge him... That man is dead. She opened this store to save money and then avenge him."

"And it was the saving of money that she talked about that became her reason for opening this black shop."

What kind of revenge requires saving money?

Shouldn't ordinary people secretly observe their enemies, improve their strength, and then look for opportunities to take revenge?

What kind of revenge requires money?

Wang Yinchuan thought, "One more thing, that man is wearing Mongolian clothing."

The proprietress must have made a wooden sculpture to commemorate the man and express her love for him. Therefore, the man's clothes must also be based on the clothes he wore during his lifetime.

According to the men's clothing described by the secret guards, it can be seen that the men were either rich or noble during their lifetime.

The distinct hierarchy of Mongolian tribes can be expressed through clothing. Only wealthy families or high-ranking nobles can use gold and jade as hair crowns.

The man was wearing a gold-encrusted jade ornament on his head.

The sapphire blue top is also a common wear for nobles.

Since the deceased husband was either rich or noble, then the landlady must have also been noble.

Wang Yinchuan suddenly had a guess in his mind.
Chapter completed!