Those years when I was a tool person

Rongying got up early in the morning, packed up some things casually, gathered together miscellaneous items that can be used in daily life, and made them into a small bag.

After everything was packed, he went out with his burden to find Sang Yushu.

Sang Lin arranged a task for them yesterday, meaning that he was responsible for finding Meteor Iron himself, and they were not allowed to intervene.

It just so happened that the Sang family discovered a new iron mine in Qingshan County next door and needed someone to look after it, so they sent Rong Ying and Sang Yushu over there.

He said it was to give them a chance to exercise and get acquainted with the Sang family's property, but in fact, he seemed to be afraid that they would mess around and sent them outside in advance.

Arriving outside Sang Yushu's courtyard, Rong Ying saw the young man waiting in front of the door.

"Are you ready?"

Sang Yushu still had his usual indifferent attitude, "It's time to go."

With that said, he turned the wheelchair and walked out.

Rong Ying looked at his back helplessly, sighed deeply, and took two quick steps to catch up: "Wait for me."

Sang Yushu tilted his head slightly, pursed his lips and did not speak, but his speed gradually slowed down.

The two walked to the gate of Sang's house together, and there were already people waiting there.

Beside the carriage, a middle-aged man was dozing off with a knife in his arms.Hearing the sound of footsteps, his ears moved twice, and his eyes opened abruptly.

The man had a pair of tiger eyes. From the lower eyelid of the right eye to the part of the earlobe, there was a ferocious scar. It looked like an old scar in color. Combined with his not-so-kind appearance, his aura was even more impressive. ferocious.

Sensing the man's gaze sweeping over me, and falling on the young man next to him almost without a pause, Rong Ying's movements paused, and then returned to normal after a while, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward Walk.

What the guards will do depends on the arrangement of the master, so it is clear at a glance who the middle-aged guards will be able to talk about when they go out this time.

Even though Sang Lin had said in front of them that when he was away from home, he asked Sang Yushu to obey him in everything.

"Second Young Master, Third Young Master." The middle-aged guard saw the two men approaching, and saluted very politely: "Sang Bai, my subordinate, is the one ordered by the Patriarch to escort the two young masters to Qingshan County."

Rong Ying smiled and did not answer, and dutifully served as a background board.

Sang Yushu looked over curiously, then turned around and said to Sang Bai, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, son."

Rong Ying was in charge of opening the curtain and helped Sang Bai get Sang Yushu into the carriage. As soon as the two of them sat firmly, they heard someone calling them outside.

"Second brother, third brother, wait!"

Rong Ying lifted the curtain of the car, he turned around and said to Sang Yushu, "It's brother, I'll go down and have a look, you just sit down."

Sang Yushu: "Okay."

When Rong Ying jumped out of the car, Sang Jinwu just ran out from Sang's house and stopped in front of him. Although he wasn't panting, he could tell he was very tired, probably because he was too anxious , hurriedly chased out.

"I have a booklet here. I asked your sister-in-law to copy it overnight. You can save a lot of trouble by taking it."

Sang Jinwu was also sent out by Sang Lin, but instead of going with Rong Ying and the others, he went to another place by himself, taking the lead alone.

Rong Ying took the booklet and glanced at it: "The list of mine workers?"

Sang Jinwu: "Yes, it records all the information about the management of the local mine, every detail. You have to take a good look, those old fritters are hard to deal with, they won't be obedient just because you are from the Sang family, you have to control them first , then things will be much easier to handle.”

"Brother is still thoughtful." Rongying held the booklet and smiled at Sang Jinwu, "It's hard work, sister-in-law. The handwriting of sister-in-law is very beautiful."

"Naturally, your sister-in-law is a famous talented woman, one of the best calligraphers and painters in Chonglin County!" When mentioning his wife, Sang Jinwu looked proud.

"Okay, I won't delay your time. I'm also preparing to leave. Two days ago, someone sent a letter saying that the only son of the old man of the Wei family in Wangshan County died young. I have to go there to pay homage. "

Rong Ying: "Brother, be careful all the way."

"You too."

Rong Ying returned to the carriage, and nodded at Sang Bai first, "You can go."

He lifted the curtain of the car, and before he sat down, he heard Sang Yushu ask unintentionally: "What did you talk to big brother about?"

Rong Ying followed the sound and looked over, the boy was leaning against the window, admiring the scenery outside.

He talked about the roster, but Sang Yushu had no special reaction.

"Oh, by the way, do you know that Chonglin County has two masterpieces of calligraphy and painting? The eldest brother said that the elder sister-in-law is the 'magic of calligraphy' among them, but he didn't say who the 'jue of painting' is."

Rong Ying just picked up a topic at random, but Sang Yushu, who was opposite him, changed his face when he heard the words: "What did you ask him for?"

"Curiosity..." is really a casual question.

The eldest brother mentioned it, but he didn't say everything. The two people who were called by the same name only mentioned one person.

"..." Sang Yushu's face was ugly: "I don't know."

Rong Ying looked away, and became more curious: "Oh, forget it."

Sang Yushu stopped talking, he turned his head and continued to look at the scenery, looking a little annoyed.

There are inside stories, there are definitely inside stories!Rong Ying peeked at the young man, not knowing what kind of grievance that so-called "Huajue" had with Sang Yushu, so he couldn't even ask.

After descending the mountain, there was a flat road, the carriage was bouncing, and Rong Ying leaned against the side of the carriage, and fell asleep in a daze.

Along the way, half asleep and half awake, a few times when the carriage hit a rock, Rong Ying's sleepy beetle was startled and flew away again, and then flew again.

Qingshan County is not too far from Chonglin Mountain. On the way, Rong Ying found that if he walked a little further and took a short detour, he could reach the home of a friend the original owner made during his travels.

After discussing with Sang Yushu, they decided to take a detour to have a look.

It's just that although Sang Yushu had no objection to Rong Ying's behavior of wanting to visit his friends, he didn't agree with it either. He always felt that it was unnecessary.

The carriage entered the town, turned a corner, and stopped in front of a house.

Rong Ying went down and knocked on the door, but no one answered.He took two steps back, jumped up and looked into the yard.

The walls were simply built of mud mixed with grass, and they were not too high. Rong Ying jumped twice and found that the yard was empty, and the door of the hut inside was also closed with a brass lock.

No one is home.

Sang Yushu put his arms on the window frame, and was impatient for a long time. When he saw Rong Ying jumping up, he couldn't help sneering, thinking that he might have seen a fool.

He said to Rongying: "I'm not here, can I go?"

"okay."

Rong Ying walked towards the carriage, and the door of the courtyard next door was opened, and an old woman came out, looked at the small courtyard, and then at Rong Ying: "Are you looking for their house?"

Rong Ying turned around in surprise: "Yes, ma'am, do you know where their family has gone?"

"..." Seeing Rongying stop again, Sang Yushu was so angry that he directly drew the curtain on the window, out of sight and out of mind.

There are not many people in the small town, but there are many children in the streets and alleys, running around, playing and fighting, their voices are high-pitched, and they are in a mess.

Sang Yushu rested with her eyes closed, and she could vaguely hear the voice of the young man, mixed with the hoarse and dull tone of the old woman. The two were extreme, but they blended together in a strange harmony.

Listen, listen, he almost fell asleep.

The voice of speaking was suddenly interrupted, and then there was the sound of footsteps. Sang Yushu opened his eyes, just in time to see the scene where Rong Ying raised the curtain and bent down to get into the carriage.

The black hair slid from the back to the sides because of the bending action, covering part of Rong Ying's face contours, and the outside sun shone in from behind him, forming a faint halo around him, making his whole body It looks very soft.

Sang Yushu's eyes didn't change when Rongying came back, and when he saw him sitting down, he looked frustrated, and said angrily, "Second brother, you should know that we didn't come out this time to just go to the mountains for nothing. play with water."

So no time to waste.

"I know", Rong Ying said to Sang Bai, he just felt a little pity: "Go on."

When the carriage turned its wheels again "gurgling" and slowly walked out of the town, Rong Ying explained the reason to Sang Yushu.

The old man he came to look for was the blacksmith he met by chance when he returned to Sang's house.

The blacksmith’s surname is Zhong, but I don’t know his name. He is 50 or [-] years old. He is skilled at casting swords. He can see the material and forging process of the long sword on the back of Sang Zhe passing by at a glance. Then he insists on pulling him for a drink. By the way, borrow the sword to observe.

The original owner is also a person who prefers to make friends, and his temperament is also compatible with Zhong Tiejiang. The two hit it off at the first sight, and they talked very happily, and even became confidants in the end.

Blacksmith Zhong has a daughter. Because he makes a living by blacksmithing, she is not like an ordinary daughter who is pampered. She is in her 20s and no one has come to propose marriage.

When he was full of wine and food, Blacksmith Zhong once held Sang Zhe's hand, saying that I would give my daughter to my younger brother, and he was worried about others.

At that time, his words frightened Sang Zhe, not because he disliked Miss Zhong.

After all, although Ms. Zhong is a little older and has a hot temper, she has nothing to say about her appearance. She is a well-known beauty in the town, but her martial arts skills make ordinary men dare not think about it.

Sang Zhe was thinking about his identity, and Sang Lin would not let him marry an unknown woman.

And it's because, after Miss Zhong got drunk and talked nonsense about Blacksmith Zhong, she personally smashed his little signs.

Ms. Zhong said she likes burly men.

In general, although they met by chance, the original owner Sang Zhe regarded them as close friends.

"The situation is like this," Rong Ying said: "The old lady said just now that the Zhong family father and daughter left home three days ago, saying that they were invited by someone to help them build weapons, and they haven't come back yet."

Sang Yushu focused on another matter, "That Miss Zhong said she likes tall ones?"

The expression on Rong Ying's face was indescribable. He really wanted to shut Sang Yushu's mouth, "Don't mention this again. After all, it is a girl's family. If it gets out, it will be even more difficult for her to marry."

Talk about what kind of man you like. In this era, such a woman will be considered unscrupulous, and if people know about it, the gossip will be ugly.

"That's true, you really need to pay attention to this." Sang Yushu nodded solemnly, and looked Rongying up and down meaningfully, "After all, if you really can't get married, you may have to lower your requirements. At that time, it will be the girl herself who will be wronged."

"..." Rong Ying glanced at his arms and legs, and he was a little helpless, "I don't mean that to Ms. Zhong."

Sang Yushu snorted: "What does that mean? And this is your own private matter, so you don't need to say it."

Rong Ying: "..."