Luo Lan said with a smile: "But the three on display today can be shown to everyone."
After saying that, he turned to the hammer and nodded slightly.
Iron Hammer placed the first Star-cutting Knife on the table and opened the second wooden box.
He took out the black knife from the box, turned it around to everyone, and then pulled out the blade.
The two young men hurried up.
"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name."
Mr. Qin read the words on the sword loudly.
Although most of the maids watching were illiterate, these two sentences were easy to understand and almost all the maids understood them.
“These two lines of poetry were written by Mr. Jin at first glance!”
"how do you know?"
"Mr. Jin killed many people in northern Xinjiang. Isn't it just to kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles? Moreover, after Mr. Jin defeated the Dangxiang people, he returned to Xichuan. Isn't that what he said in the next sentence?
Do you want to hide your merits and fame?"
"When you say that, it seems to be true. I followed the young master to Tangjia Restaurant the day before yesterday. The storyteller in the restaurant said that Mr. Jin's martial arts is very powerful. One person and a knife can kill the party cavalry to a rout.
, when Mr. Jin came back, he was all a bloody man!"
"real or fake?"
"The storyteller said that his son is from the Tielin Army. I saw it with my own eyes. How could it be false?"
"Then it's no wonder that Mr. Jin would write such a murderous poem, killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles. It's scary to hear."
"Haha, didn't you say you liked Mr. Jin the most a few days ago? Why are you scared now?"
"Damn Xiaolian, bad Xiaolian, what are you talking about? Who likes Mr. Jin anymore?"
"Mr. Jin is not only good at writing poems and fighting, he is also a nobleman. What's wrong with liking Mr. Jin? I just like him, but it's a pity that I'm just a little maid. Mr. Jin will never like people like us!"
"You are talking nonsense. The storyteller in the restaurant said that Mr. Jin never looks down on others. He also said that we women are just like men and can hold up half the sky! Mr. Jin opened a textile factory in the village and all women can be with men.
You can still work and get paid, and you can join the Tiger Fighting Team if you want, and your status is exactly the same as that of men!
I saw the pitiful slaves who were sold in Yahang, so I bought hundreds of them at once. After I bought them home, I didn’t bully them. Instead, I let them spin like the women in the village. Not only did they take care of food and housing, but everyone
I also give them dozens of wages every month!”
"Yes, I've heard about this too. Mr. Jin also said that as long as the slaves have worked for three years, they will be deregistered. From then on, they will be free people. They can marry whomever they want, and whoever they don't want to marry."
People can keep spinning threads for Mr. Jin, and Mr. Jin will feed them for the rest of their lives!"
"How can there be such a good person in the world? Isn't it all nonsense told by storytellers?"
"Miss Luo Lan has met Mr. Jin. If this is nonsense, let's ask Miss Luo Lan and we will know."
…
With the spread of the storyteller, Jin Feng's name became more and more famous in the capital.
Storytellers only care about what they say happily, but how can they care about the truth of the matter?
In order to cater to the audience, Jin Feng simply became the most perfect person in the world in their mouths.
Not only is he handsome, talented, unparalleled in strategy, and kind-hearted, he is also a general with strong martial arts skills...
What girl is not pregnant?
And isn’t the Jin Feng described by the storytellers the most perfect husband in the hearts of girls?
So Jin Feng, who had never been to the capital, somehow became the national husband of the capital.
There are countless girls in the capital who are thinking about him now. Not only these little maids, but also the eldest ladies who have not yet left the court, there are also many people who are thinking about him.
Some brave ones even had letters and other things sent to them. Tuo Luolan, Tie Zhui and the others took them back to Xihewan to Jin Feng.
It was a great black knife exhibition, but it was confused because of the mention of Jin Feng.
It was rare for these little maids to come out for some air, and now that the person in charge of them was not around, the flames of gossip that were usually carefully hidden were completely ignited, and they all asked Luo Lan whether Jin Feng was like the legend.
"I don't know what the legend is, but what you just said about Mr. Jin treating his slaves well is true."
Luo Lan's eyes were slightly moist: "Actually, to be honest with you, I am the slave that Mr. Jin and Mrs. Xiaobei bought back."
"What, you are a slave too?"
"How is it possible? How could Mr. Jin entrust such an important matter to a slave?"
The maids who were watching were all dumbfounded.
They themselves are slaves of wealthy families or brothels, and they know very well how female slaves are treated.
And every time Luo Lan went out, she would lead the way with a carriage, followed by a group of veterans. She was more majestic than many eldest ladies from wealthy families, and her tone of voice and expression were extremely confident.
The old madams who made the brothel maids tremble had to be polite when they saw Luo Lan.
The maids could not imagine that Luo Lan, with such a powerful aura, was a slave like them.
"Being a slave is not a glorious thing. I don't need to lie to everyone."
Luo Lan said: "I am indeed a slave, but the husband and wife did not despise me because of my status. Instead, they trusted me immensely and taught me business without reservation. They also gave me such an important place in the capital.
I'll take care of it."
"Miss Luo Lan, you are so lucky!"
"Yeah, why haven't I met a good boss like Mr. Jin?"
"There are too few such good owners. I guess there is only Mr. Jin in the world."
"If I could help Mr. Jin like Miss Luo Lan, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
"Forget it, Miss Luo Lan not only knows how to read and write, but also can write and do calculations. She also manages such a big business in an orderly manner. What will you do?"
"Xiaolian, you are looking down on Miss Qiaoyun. She can warm Mr. Jin's bed. She came from Jinyue Pavilion and knows a lot of things!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
The maids were talking and laughing and making a fuss.
But the eyes they looked at Luo Lan were filled with deep envy.
"Everyone is right. Luo Lan also feels that the greatest luck in her life is to meet such good bosses as Mr. and Mrs. Xiaobei."
Luo Lan found that the building was tilted again, so he quickly adjusted his mood and said with a smile: "Okay, everyone, be quiet for a moment. Let's ask Brother Hammer to show us the third star-cutting knife."
The maids were not interested in the black sword at first, but now, like the young master next to them, they all locked their eyes on the hammer, wanting to hear what sentence was engraved on the third black sword.