My buttocks were swollen and painful, and my whole body felt dizzy. In addition, the beast under my crotch couldn't stop snoring and stamping its hooves in place.
Zhao Wushan was uncomfortable with the jolt, clenched his fists fiercely, and glared angrily at the man standing beside him holding a sword.
Shao Mo stared coldly.
His dark eyes were calm and his face was strong. He said calmly, "I'm just helping you. If Mr. Zhao is not satisfied, you can dismount and use your own ability to sit on it."
"You——Shao Mo! How dare you be so stubborn with me..."
Shao Mo turned a deaf ear and raised his hand to pat the horse's butt lightly with the blade of his sword.
Before Zhao Wushan finished speaking, he screamed in horror, "Ah - help!"
The sound of the wheels of the car stretched for dozens of miles along Rongguang Street, and Zhao Wushan's low shouts and curses also followed along.
By the time he arrived in front of the Flower Temple, Zhao Wushan was already jolted by the horse and his stomach was churning. He couldn't wait to fall off the horse, squatted down and started vomiting loudly, completely ignoring the horses and vehicles parked around him, as well as the scholars and beauties passing by.
After the nausea in his stomach subsided, he slowly stood up and stared coldly at Shao Mo, who was holding the bridle to stop the car.
This dog slave is simply lawless!
If it falls into his hands one day, he will have to pay back all the humiliation he suffered today!
Yu Weiyin got off the carriage.
Seeing that the weather was fine, there were crowds of people in front of the temple, the incense was flourishing, the servants and women coming and going were powdered and greased, the ladies all wore curtains and hats, and the satin skirts flowed like clouds as they moved, and the layers were strands, which was so beautiful.
She smiled and said to Zhao Wushan: "Cousin Wushan, there are a lot of customers in the Xiangshi market today. Quickly lead the carriage through the side door and go to the spacious treasure place in the courtyard to set up stalls."
Zhao Wushan glanced at Shao Mo, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Cousin Yinyin, this kind of work of pulling a carriage should be done for horse slaves, right? There happens to be a ready-made slave here, let Shao Mo do it."
Yu Weiyin did not refute, nodded and said with a smile: "My cousin is right, Yinyin didn't think well, so she asked Shao Mo to lead the car in, but the work of carrying the satin material still had to be handled by my cousin.
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Shao Mo then went to hold the rope to drive the cart. Zhao Wushan saw Shao Mo's low-brow expression and became even more arrogant.
"That's right! How can he, a dog slave, be qualified to touch the valuable forged horses in the village? With his rough hands, he deserves to brush the horses and pour the chamber pot...ah!"
As he was talking, he suddenly kicked a stone and it fell to the ground in front of everyone.
There was laughter all of a sudden.
I have never seen a scholar in such a miserable state, and a strong man and a common man also pointed out his mouth, showing his yellow teeth and chewing the root of his tongue, which made Zhao Wushan roll up like a carp in shame.
He hurriedly adjusted his clothes and glared angrily at the people around him.
"What's so strange about falling down? You've never fallen down before? It's so rare!"
Several civilians stopped talking, but saw a man in crimson robes walking out of the crowd and said something cool.
"It's not unusual to see people wrestling. I've never seen myself trip myself up and get chewed up by a dog. This is really the first time."
The man had fair skin, a handsome face, and a pair of slender eyes that were very romantic. He held an ebony fan inlaid with gold and jade, and was followed by two tall and strong men.
He has a dignified and dignified demeanor that no one dares to underestimate.
Zhao Wushan took a look at his clothes and figured out that he was a son of an official. No matter how angry he was, he would suffer the consequences of being mute and keeping silent.
Fortunately, Yu Weiyin called him from the front at this time, "Cousin Wushan, if you don't come in, we will waste time."
He borrowed the donkey from the slope and hurriedly entered the temple.
Along the inner hall of the temple gate, there is a corridor that is more than ten feet wide and stretches for dozens of miles.
It was originally a place where the disciples of the temple usually chanted sutras in the open air. Now, during the incense market season, it is used as a stall for vendors from all over the place to display their goods.
Now that the incense market has opened, Yu Weiyin and others arrived a little late. Stalls have been set up up and down the corridor, with hairpins, jade, spices, silks, scissors, even wooden fish, and children's playthings all neatly arranged.
In front of the stall, men and women, old and young, crowded around the corridor, like crucian carp crossing a river, constantly coming and going.
Fortunately, Shao Mo was already looking for an open space under a wintersweet tree, holding the carriage and waiting quietly.
He was dressed in black clothes, with black hair like a raven, holding a sword in his hand, and his face was as cold as a ghost. He seemed to be aloof and had nothing to do with the excitement around him. However, because of his extraordinary temperament and handsome face, he still annoyed many girls.
Zi frequently glanced sideways.
The red plum blossoms were in full bloom behind him. The warm red color was in sharp contrast to the cold black color of his body.
It was like a red plum blossom spreading on his dark black clothes.
This stunning and eye-catching beauty, reflected in the sunlight, made even Yu Weiyin tremble.
Arriving in front of the carriage, Shao Mo had already opened the sedan curtain.
Yu Weiyin looked at Zhao Wushan and said with a smile: "Cousin, it's time to help you again."
The time Zhao Wushan moved it before, his hands were already red and swollen, and his palms were hot. Now that he had to do it again, his legs couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes were wandering around. He was thinking in his heart, and he had to find a good way to escape.
Just fine.
Yu Weiyin pointed at the men on both sides who were unloading goods.
"Cousin, you see, the other managers of Zhuangzi are all doing their own work. If others do it for them, I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of Yu Mansion!"
The voice softened.
"Of course I feel sorry for my cousin, and I don't want to make him work so hard. But in Hong Kong, the boss does have to pay more attention, so I can only work hard for my cousin."
Zhao Wushan's plan of pretending to have abdominal pain came to nothing.
With eyes drooped and mouth pouted, they set up a pavement and exerted all their strength, panting and sweating profusely, and finally moved all the satin materials from the car and arranged them neatly.
Seeing that it was covered with silk and satin, each made of yarn, velvet, silk, brocade, silk and other satin materials, and the most beautiful pieces of each were placed.
Soon, young ladies and maids came to watch.
Zhao Wushan was overjoyed. He was thinking of taking advantage of this opportunity to get acquainted with some famous families, so he said: "This lady is really discerning. This is the best satin sold in our village. Where can I get it in my house? If I want to get it,
If there are more, Xiaoke is willing to deliver them to the mansion in person."
After hearing this, all the girls felt that his words and deeds were inappropriate, so they looked at him for a moment and then left.
Zhao Wushan just thought that they had no taste, and complained to himself: "Looking like a lady from a famous family, I didn't expect that they are so stingy. I looked at them for a long time and didn't buy one, which cost me a lot of money."
Yu Weiyin was heartbroken.
"Cousin Wushan, don't argue with them. I'm afraid that the housekeeper and the foster mother of a wealthy family will come to inquire about the price later. Remember to receive it politely. If you don't answer well, the business will be like a cooked one.
Flying away like a duck."
"Cousin, you should know better about this matter of silk and satin..." Zhao Wushan refused.
These days, he only has a rough understanding of cloth. If he wanted to explain it to others in detail, he would probably make a joke.