When Song Shi got on the carriage, he found the boy waiting inside.
The carriage started to move swayingly, its wheels making a rattling sound as it ran over the bluestone paved ground, and it drove towards the deep place.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Song Shi realized that the scenery outside was becoming more and more desolate and shabby. The prosperity of Yangzhou seemed to have faded away as the wheels turned. In the pattering winter rain, the traces of time became more and more intense.
The carriage stopped in front of a low shop. The shop was backed by a low city wall in Yangzhou City. It was hidden by traces of green moss on the city wall. A somewhat overwhelming smell of decay filtered through several doors.
The broken window lattice slowly showed through.
The door panel of the front door of the shop was taken off, leaving a dark hole open there. The boy took Song Shi and walked straight in, which was more natural than his master.
After passing through the front hall that was once the counter, the two entered several dilapidated huts used as warehouses at the back. The huts were buried by grass and moss, and some wooden tools and other objects were vaguely exposed in the withered yellow.
Come out.
A figure in rich clothes was rummaging through things in the shop. Hearing the sound of someone approaching, he dropped a frame in his hand for an unknown purpose and turned to look at them.
"I met Brother Wu during the Song Dynasty."
My cousin, who had just excused himself to go sailing in the wine shop, now appeared here.
The boy bowed to Wu Chongxun and then retreated out the door, leaving only the two of them chatting in the warehouse.
"Oh, Mr. Song, you made it easy for me to wait." Wu Chongxun was very rude. He didn't care about the brocade robe he was wearing and just found a place to sit down. "Do you know what this thing is for?
use?"
"This is a pressure roller used to distribute icing sugar." Song Shi saw Wu Chongxun holding up a stick like a rolling pin in his hand, and answered easily.
"Then what is this thing?" Wu Chongxun picked up a wooden frame that had just been thrown aside. It may have been invaded by the moisture in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time. The wooden frame fell apart in his hands and fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Step by step.
"They are for packaging. They should be a pair. Place them crosswise and vertically. Put the wrapped icing in the middle. Just pull out and the wrapped string can wrap a package of icing."
Although it was broken all over the ground, Song Shi could easily determine the original purpose of the object.
"I haven't troubled you at all. It seems you still have some abilities." Wu Chongxun seemed very happy and took out a rusty iron drill from nowhere. It's just that time has passed a little long.
It was so rusted that only half of it was left. "If you can guess what this is, I will count you as a passer."
The handle of the iron drill was already in a state of decay, but some faint traces of flame burning could still be seen on it.
"This is a stove hook used to poke the hearth of the furnace when boiling sugar liquid." Song Shi seemed to be very familiar with this object. "Song Shi was not sensible when he was a child. Song Shi even burned his feet with this thing. There is still a scar now.
Leave."
Being reminded by these old things, Song Shi felt as if the traces of time around him were gradually fading away, and the dilapidated things gradually returned to their previous appearance.
Song Shi felt as if he had returned to his childhood, walking back and forth among the mountains of sugar packets and tools, playing with his father.
"My father was originally the chief historian in the palace of King Li Fan of Shu. The King of Shu was later demoted by His Majesty, so my father brought several craftsmen from the palace and my mother to come here."
Song Shi fell into memories and talked about the past with Wu Chongxun.
"Was that ten years ago or nine years ago? I was still young at that time, and I came to Yangzhou with my father from Shu, thousands of miles away. At that time, Xu Jingye's rebellion had just ended, and my father sold my mother's dowry, and then exchanged
Got this shop."
Wu Chongxun was not in the mood to listen to his story. He knocked on the half wooden box next to him with the half-broken iron stick in his hand, and it made an empty sound.
"You are not old enough to die yet. Leave these things to talk to your son before you die!"
Wu Chongxun had been listening to the boy tell his tragic story all afternoon, so naturally he was not in the mood to listen to him. What's more, he was pulled out of the boat and put here to pretend, and he was really suffocating.
"This county gives you two options. One is that I will buy your dilapidated shop and this brand at the market price." Wu Chongxun continued to knock on the empty box with the iron pick in his hand. There was a mottled Song character on the box.
.
"One more thing, if you want to get your own things back, go to the RT-Mart Lianghao tomorrow and find Ruiniang, the storekeeper of the Lianghao, and ask her to pick up the passbook. She will naturally understand."
Wu Chongxun dropped what he was holding, patted away some dust and iron filings on his hands, and stood up holding his knees: "This county has withdrawn. Do you want to use a small amount of money to find something casually?"
Whether you are a small landowner or want to get your own things back, it has nothing to do with this county. I just saw how you were borrowing money just now, which is really pitiful."
Wu Chongxun really went out in such a swagger, regardless of Song Shi who was still in a daze in the warehouse. A green-robed Qianniu guard outside the door opened an oil-paper umbrella, protected Wu Chongxun and disappeared into the silky mist of rain.
After a while, Song Shi seemed to realize something, and stumbled out the door, wanting to follow Wu Chongxun, but the plump figure had long since disappeared.
Li Chongrun and Wu Qi, who were disguised as servants, appeared from the warehouse next door. They were hiding there just now and heard their conversation clearly.
"My lord, why are you so sure that this dude is thinking of revenge?" Wu Qi carefully helped Li Chongrun put on his cloak, then he took out a paper umbrella and followed Li Chongrun out the door.
"A dandy who has a broken leg and hasn't surrendered to me for so long has been so cruel to himself. I think he will be even more cruel to his enemies."
Li Chongrun walked to the front door and looked at an old door face that had fallen on the ground and was already covered with dust. He stretched out his hand to help it up and blew the dust on it. The two golden characters in Song Ji had long since faded from their former glory, and soon
It's dim.
"Let them take out this sign later. I think that kid will use it."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"We've seen a lot of theater, let's go back."
Wu Qi responded repeatedly, carefully covered Li Chongrun's head and face with an umbrella, and walked towards the carriage at the end of the alley.
"Go back and tell Ruiniang and Yang San and ask them to send someone to protect Mr. Song. I'm afraid that the woman named Cui won't turn her back and kill him directly. That's a bit
Trouble."
The next day, as soon as Ruiniang arrived at the grain house, she saw Song Shi, who was soaked by the rain, shivering and waiting at the door of the grain house.
"Song Shi, a young man, listened to the county magistrate's instructions yesterday and came to the shopkeeper to collect his passbook."
Just a few simple words, Song Shi seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his face was very pale, maybe because of the cold or something else.
"Could it be that Young Master Song stayed here all night?"
"Not...not all night. Half...midnight."
Song Shi was shaking more and more. Seeing that his face was really ugly, Ruiniang hurriedly helped him sit down in the inner hall and asked someone to bring him a cup of hot tea to serve him and drink it.
After drinking a cup of hot tea, Song Shi's complexion gradually improved.
"Shopkeeper, the county magistrate asked me to come and get something called a passbook." Song Shi didn't know whether it was for peace of mind or because he was already a little confused, so he repeated it to Ruiniang.
"The people from the prince's palace sent this thing today." Ruiniang seemed to have let the matter slip, but looking at Song Shi's demented look, she didn't seem to notice it.
Ruiniang took out a brocade box from the sleeve of her robe and prepared to hand it to Song Shi.
Song Shi hurriedly stood up from the chair, shaking his hands and preparing to pick it up.
"Don't worry. If you accept this box, you will be considered a member of the prince's palace. If the contents of this box are known to outsiders, the prince will definitely deal with your family."
"I understand, little one."
Song Shi's hands trembled even more, and his eyes were a little greedy, a little angry, but more helpless and resigned: "As long as I can get back the villain's things, even if it is to make cows and horses for the prince, I will be there."