"Okay, okay, don't cry. If you keep crying, the whole yamen will come to ask questions. Then everyone will know that you are being held down by a female dog. Let's see if you are embarrassed."
Seeing the dog crying with tears, Song Xixi also felt a little distressed.
"Aow, ow, ow..." Erbaiwu was crying so hard that he didn't forget to call into her ears. He didn't know whether he was complaining or complaining.
Song Xixi knew that it was very frightened and did not dare to keep it in the Yamen for the time being, so she planned to take it for a walk on the street and bring it back after it completely forgot about the unpleasantness just now.
But when she thought that this guy was almost two years old and showed no signs of finding a wife, she stared at the dog-like face of 250 and murmured in her heart: Is there something wrong with her?
Thinking that this guy might have a physical problem, Song Xixi became uneasy and wondered if she should find a reliable veterinarian to take a look at her. She just didn't know if there was such a profession as a veterinarian in this era.
The two of them came to the bustling street. Under the temptation of the roast duck and roast pig's trotters that filled the street, Erbai Wu, a foodie, gradually forgot about the unpleasantness in the yamen. He could not walk in front of other people's shops.
Song Xixi generously bought a roast duck and a portion of pig's trotters, and sat on the street corner to share the delicious food with Erbai Wu.
I found that the roast duck and roasted pig's trotters tasted very good, so I planned to take Song Qingqing and Song Niannian to buy them together after they had rested.
One person and one dog happily ate from the street to the end of the street, almost unable to walk. On the contrary, Da Zhuang lay at Jiang Yi's feet in a gloomy mood, raising his dog's head from time to time to look at the door, looking forward to the one that would let him
The excited dog appears.
Jiang Yi had put away his previous embarrassment and talked about business with Du Wei while sipping tea: "Has the cause of the fire in the station been found out?"
Du Wei nodded: "According to the location of the fire and the words of the people who witnessed the fire, it was indeed an accident."
Jiang Yi frowned, obviously not agreeing with this result.
Du Wei knew what he was thinking and lowered his voice: "The casualties caused by this fire are too heavy. It is safest to end the case with an accidental fire. If it is really aimed at you, the people in the dark will definitely take action again.
When you catch them and ask them, it will become clear."
Jiang Yi was silent for a while, then raised his hands and solemnly thanked him: "Jiang owes you a life. If you are in trouble in the future, Jiang will do his best to save you!"
"Bah, I'm fine, don't curse me here!"
Du Wei glared at him rudely, and then said with emotion: "Speaking of which, your family deserves a share of the credit. If I hadn't written to you to inform you of the 'good deeds' our family has done, and I knew in your reply that you would come."
Huai'an, and send someone to guard the inn, and rush to pick you up in time to take you into the city. You will probably be burned to charcoal that night!"
Jiang Yi also felt the wonder of fate, but when he thought of what his family had done, he frowned: "According to what you said, it should be two hundred and fifty years of credit. If it hadn't attracted the covetousness of the Jiang family in Huai'an,
If you want to capture him and please me, nothing will happen next."
Du Wei laughed loudly, patted his shoulder and said, "So your life should not be cut off, Jiang Yi!"
Jiang Yi glanced at Da Zhuang, who was distracted, and sighed helplessly: "It turns out that Er Bai Wu and I are destined, what a pity..."
When Du Wei heard this, he couldn't help but think of what happened just now, and he sneered mercilessly again: "Don't be delusional. Two hundred and fifty look down on your sweetheart. You'd better find a good son-in-law for him as soon as possible!"
Jiang Yi was unhappy, glanced at him, got up and left.
Da Zhuang quickly got up and followed his master's footsteps step by step.
"Tsk, tsk, I'm not angry when I scold you, but I'm angry when I scold a dog!"
Du Wei shook his head, picked up the cooled tea cup and said to himself: "Two hundred and fifty has given me a lot of face, and I need a big reward..."
Song Qingqing had a good night's sleep, and she suddenly became more energetic, but she still felt a little uncomfortable, so she went downstairs to the lobby to wait for Song Xixi, wanting to have a good chat with her.
Song Niannian woke up before her and was sitting in the lobby, eating tea and melon seeds provided by the inn, while watching the people coming and going on the street outside through the window.
Seeing Song Qingqing coming down, Song Niannian quickly put down the unfinished melon seeds and waved to her with a smile on his face: "Sister, come and sit here!"
Song Qingqing originally didn't want to sit at the same table with her, but seeing her smile that seemed to be able to dispel all the gloom, her legs and feet walked over uncontrollably.
When she reacted, her body stiffened involuntarily, and her face darkened.
Song Niannian saw it, and a hint of hurt flashed across his face, but he quickly covered it up and pushed all the tea and melon seeds on the table in front of her: "Sister, these taste good, you can try them."
Song Qingqing was indeed thirsty, so she picked up a clean cup and poured herself a cup of tea.
Song Niannian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "Sister, it's still early in the morning. We can just go around and wait for dinner before going back to the inn, do you think it's okay?"
The shopkeeper and the waiter were chatting in front of the counter. Song Qingqing didn't want outsiders to watch the fun, so she said perfunctorily: "I'll listen to my little sister's arrangements when she comes back."
Song Niannian didn't seem to notice her coldness. After a long chat, he asked her opinion seriously: "Sister, I want to learn a skill in the city this time. What do you think is suitable for me to learn?"
Song Qingqing blurted out: "Embroidery!"
In her previous life, by chance, she became a disciple of a highly skilled embroidery master. In just three years, the flowers, birds, grass and insects she embroidered were more vivid than those who had studied for seven or eight years.
Relying on this craft, she was able to bring four to five taels of silver to her family every month, gradually lifting her family out of poverty.
"Embroidery?" Song Niannian was extremely surprised. He had never thought of learning embroidery: "Sister, none of us have ever been exposed to embroidery. Why do you think I am suitable to learn it?"
Song Qingqing's face looked a little ugly, but she still said: "You are very sensitive to colors and patterns, and you should have some talent in embroidery."
At this point, she suddenly became angry: "You are not smart enough. It takes half a month to memorize an article of about a hundred words. It's hard to do anything that requires your brain. What else can you learn besides embroidery?"
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Another person might have been shocked and cried when he heard these words, but Song Niannian was so happy that he held Song Qingqing's hand and shouted: "Sister, it turns out that in your eyes, I still have merit!"
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Song Qingqing was speechless and pulled back her hand with a face: "I didn't praise you, please stop being so sentimental!"
Song Niannian blinked, pursed his lips and snickered: "I didn't say my sister praised me!"
Song Qingqing was extremely irritable and turned around and stopped talking to her.