The old woman coyly refused to allow Wan Lei to see anyone. Wan Lei was certain that her young mistress must be in terrible condition. Since she couldn't see anyone, she didn't know what the problem was, and Wan Lei was helpless.
However, the old woman still didn't give up. She said that Mr. Wan had some magic oil at home and tried to see if it worked. As long as it worked, her master would definitely give him a big reward. Finally, she took out five taels of silver and said it was a sure thing.
money.
Looking at the five taels of silver, Wan Lei felt angry and funny: For five taels of silver, you want to try out all of my products. You really treat me as a mason!
Seeing that Wan Lei was speechless, Grandma Li realized what was going on and whispered in Wan Lei's ear: "Master Tie is the new Yin of Shuntian Prefecture, a local official, please don't neglect him."
"Doctors all pay attention to seeing, hearing and asking carefully when treating diseases. Only by identifying the root cause of the disease can they prescribe the right medicine. The same goes for beauty. If you don't know the true cause of the disease, using medicine indiscriminately will be counterproductive." It's not that Wan Lei doesn't want to help, it's just that the young lady (young lady) just doesn't want to see anyone. He
I don’t even dare to let people try to apply various facial creams randomly. If the beauty is not successful but the appearance is ruined, it is really not worth the gain.
"Well, I can't make the decision. I can only decide after reporting back to my wife." The old woman had no choice but to say.
"Mama Li, let's settle the bill. I have to rush back to do some work." Wan Lei didn't want to stay in Beiping City for a long time, so he urged Mammy Li to settle the bill quickly.
"Hey, that's it."
Grandma Li was very satisfied with the set of cosmetics specially customized by Wan Lei, and she happily wiped out all the old debts Wan Lei owed her. Wan Lei was living without debts and had to pay hundreds of taels of silver for the goods. She was already in a depressed mood.
It's better too.
However, when Aunt Li asked him to make a few more sets of such complete sets of cosmetics, Wan Lei refused: "Rare things are more valuable. I only make this kind of complete sets for the palace and not for sale to the outside world. If there is no other
I'll take my leave now."
Seeing Wan Lei leaving quickly, Grandma Li had no choice but to have someone carry the goods and go back to the store early.
With hundreds of taels of silver in hand, Wan Lei naturally couldn't let it go into his pocket. He went to the East Market and sold more than a dozen pieces of cotton, preparing to buy a set of winter clothes for everyone in the station. After all, it was almost time.
It’s Chinese New Year, so it’s time to make some new clothes.
Of course, the clothes of the Ming Dynasty inherited the orthodoxy of the Han family, and the clothes were large and elegant. Fabric could not be saved. A dozen pieces of cloth could only make a dozen sets of clothes at most. And there was a Wei'er who knew how to do needlework in the post station.
Based on this principle, Wan Lei would naturally not find another tailor to customize his clothes.
The slovenly Taoist priest accompanying him was speechless as to Wan Lei's almost prodigal behavior of throwing away money. In his eyes, Wan Lei was just crazy about money, as if he felt uncomfortable if he didn't spend all the money he had.
After buying cloth and some food, just as Wan Lei was leaving the city with a full load, he saw a group of men and horses galloping into the city. As they ran, they shouted: "Good news, the conquest army defeated the Tatars in a starry night, killed nearly a thousand enemies, and captured countless people."
Calculate!"
"Okay, you're showing off again!" Wan Lei glanced at the triumphant signal soldier, and his mood, which had improved due to getting rich, became extremely depressed again: It was just a small victory, just shouting like this,
If he is allowed to win a big battle, how can he boast about it to the sky?!
"Another battle has been won!" The residents of Peiping were extremely happy. They ran out to watch one after another. Many people even cheered, and the signal soldiers were even more excited. The loud shouts were raised a little higher, which was very confusing.
For three days, the city was in constant state.
Wan Lei really couldn't bear to see such a scene where a villain was successful. As soon as these signal soldiers passed by, he reined in his horse and left the city to return to the inn. Out of sight and out of mind.
However, Wan Lei couldn't turn a blind eye even if he wanted to, because as soon as he returned to the inn, he saw several official servants waiting there, bringing orders from Shuntian Prefecture, saying that the inn should prepare all kinds of colorful flags, drums and music for the celebration as soon as possible.
When waiting for the goods, the people along the way should be organized. When the army returns south in triumph, they should greet them along the way and make a big fanfare to celebrate.
"You've just won two small victories and you're ready to celebrate. Do you really think you can triumph?" Wan Lei felt even more disgusted in his heart. He thought that he might have to kneel down and kowtow on the roadside in front of the person who took the credit from him.
, I felt as if I had eaten a fly, feeling uncomfortable.
However, he still had to do as he was told. Who told him to be a little postmaster who was bullied by officials? Consider yourself unlucky.
Full of resentment, Wan Lei couldn't come out of the laboratory after sending the cloth to Wei'er. He didn't even bother to eat lunch. In short, he was full of anger.
That's not all. In the afternoon, another group of messengers roared to the post station to change their horses, and once again shouted the good news: Daning army marched day and night, and this morning they defeated the Tatars. They killed nearly a thousand enemies and captured no humans and animals.
Hearing this news, Wan Lei frowned even more. Although the resentment in his stomach was not gone, he still had a bad feeling in his mind: "It has only been a few days since the army set out for the expedition, and they have won three consecutive victories. Victory comes too easily."
!Could it be..."
A term appeared in Wan Lei's mind: lure the enemy deeper!
"If this is really the Mongols' plan, I'm afraid..." When Wan Lei thought of this, he couldn't help but shake his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and thought to himself: "I'm not the commander of an army, so what are you doing with this leisure!"
"Oh, no, Li Baihu is also in the army, then..." Wan Lei suddenly thought about this, and his heart became knotted again. He hurriedly ran out of the laboratory and shouted to Song Jinming who was chatting with Zhao Quanzhong in the vestibule.
Said: "Xiao Song, come here."
"Master Wan, what's going on?" Song Jinming ran to Wan Lei immediately.
"Can you contact Li Baihu?"
"Our Jinyiwei has a contact point nearby. Mr. Li left two carrier pigeons there, saying that if there is an emergency, he can fly pigeons to send messages. Mr. Wan, are you in an emergency?"
"It's not that I'm in a hurry. I'm worried that the Northern Expeditionary Army will underestimate the enemy too much and rush forward, and I'm afraid that it will fall into the enemy's trap." Wan Lei said this. As for whether the Northern Expeditionary Army won or lost, he would only look at it with a spectator mentality.
However, Li Baihu can be regarded as one of his protective gods, and he does not want this god to fall away.
"No way, the Tatars were defeated by our Chaotian Army in the past, but now their vitality is severely damaged and they can't compete with the imperial army at all, so they can only retreat in a row." Song Jinming was a little unconvinced. In his eyes, the Tatars were no match for them.
He is just a lost dog, because since the Ming Dynasty defeated the Mongols and the Yuan Dynasty, there have been several Northern Expeditions, and almost every time they have returned with great victory. The Mongols have been defeated one after another, losing troops and generals, and their glory has long ceased.
"There's nothing wrong with being careful. I hope you'd better send a message to Li Baihu as soon as possible and ask him to be more careful."