Weicheng snow

Yi Qingchen was woken up by the sound of tinkling irons outside the window. When he woke up, the sky was dark, and the white paper lanterns under the eaves glowed faintly. He sat on the couch and recalled the muddled dream last night. I vaguely remember a bright moon hanging high above a lonely cliff, a man in white clothes sitting cross-legged with a mask, even through a thin veil, I can still know that he is smiling.

He beckoned to himself, and he obediently walked over, the night breeze fluttered, lifted the white veil under the brim of his hat, revealing a face exactly like his own.Before he had time to ask, he had already come in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders, put his lips in his ears, and said softly, "You..."

you?

In the next second, the palm on the shoulder exerted force suddenly, and the ground under his feet was covered with moss, muddy and slippery. He was defenseless, and was pushed back ten steps by the sudden force. Finally, his feet were empty and his body One light, fell off the high cliff.While falling, I could still see the squirming lips of the man in white, as if saying, "You are dead, Yi Qingchen."

"Wait!" Yi Qingchen suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he had been sitting on the couch unknowingly in a daze for half an hour. The gongs and voices were screaming and screaming in the yard.He hurriedly stepped on the straw sandals, put on his clothes in a hurry, and ran towards the yard.

There is a not-so-big turf field outside the house, on which there are piles of copper, iron and wooden armor as high as mountains. Once you walk in, you feel like entering a maze. Yi Qingchen fastens the buttons on the skirt at the entrance, and follows the ding In the direction where the sound came from, we bypassed piles of sundries, searched all the way, and finally found the master who was still beating in an inconspicuous shadow.

As soon as the master saw Yi Qingchen, he threw a wooden box towards him, Yi Qingchen quickly caught it, weighed it in his hand, it was very heavy, and the carving was also very fine, it looked like it was a custom-made jewelry for a wealthy family box, and asked, "Boss Huang made it again? Is it for the Fifth Madam or the Sixth Madam this time?"

The master replied impatiently, "If you have money to earn, why ask so much?"

Yi Qingchen flipped the golden lock on the box again, and exclaimed, "A custom-made eight-treasure exquisite lock? He is really willing to spend his money. I didn't expect that after so many years, Master, you still remember how to do it. I thought You will never do this lock again in your life."

The master swept the wood flowers on the desk into the basket beside him, and creaking the wheelchair, walked behind Yi Qingchen to get the broom. What nonsense, hurry up and send it, your master and I have relied on this for a lifetime, how could I forget, the money is so big!"

Yi Qingchen is also used to Master's vicious appearance. He has been looking at his Zhong Kui face for ten years. Instead of being afraid, he squatted down and beat his legs for him, "Last night I made a strange I can’t remember the dream clearly now, but there is always the sound of creaking mechanism in the dream, Master, did you do woodwork all night again?”

The master rubbed the center of his brows and sighed, "Last night, my legs hurt badly, and it will rain again in a few days, so I have to hurry up and do wooden work, otherwise I won't be able to raise money. What will I eat next month?"

Yi Qingchen raised his head when he heard the words, and asked in puzzlement, "Isn't the craftsmanship of this eight-treasure Linglong lock worth a thousand gold? Could it be that Boss Huang has lowered the price again?"

The master stretched out his hand and patted Yi Qingchen's head, the feeling of rough calluses rubbing against his scalp made the latter feel very uncomfortable.

Yi Qingchen was rescued by Master Liu. At that time, he was found unconscious by the fishing boatman on the bank of Taoze outside the city. He was suffering from wind and cold, high fever, and penniless. , but happened to be bumped into by Master Liu who rarely came to the door. Master Liu was also living a lonely life. Seeing him pitiful, he took him under the door.

Now Yi Qingchen is 24 years old. It was a good age, but after the high fever and amnesia, his body became extremely weak. He couldn't do any physical work, but he was better than his legs and feet, and his brain was clever. Although he couldn't do carpentry, he couldn't inherit Master's mantle, but all the deliveries fell on his shoulders. Occasionally, he could accept errands from various shops to earn some extra money, but it still couldn't make up for the medicine money that Master Liu spent on treating his legs.

In Master Liu's own words, these two legs were seriously injured in the early years, and now whenever they encounter severe cold and wind, they will suffer unbearably. The persistent obsession really went to hell early.

It's just that Master Liu kept silent about what this obsession was.

Yi Qingchen also feels sorry for these legs, whenever he has time, he will beat them, massage them to activate blood circulation, or save money and secretly buy a pair of high-quality plasters to honor the master and the elderly.

But helplessly, the Weicheng medicine shop has been dominated by the Qiushengtang family for the past ten years, because Boss Huang of the Qiushengtang is a disciple who returned from the Lingshan Medicine School, the world's most holy place for medical skills. Most of the residents, although the prices of medicinal materials are extremely high, they do not say anything about the curative effect of the prescriptions. In this way, if the nearby pharmacies want to compete with them, they can only keep lowering the prices of medicines, and all of them are closed.

However, Master Liu’s severe leg ailment needed plasters to alleviate it, and the high price of the medicines became a burden on the shoulders of the old and the young. Yi Qingchen also thought of countless ways to buy plasters stably, but all of them died at a young age. The price has risen, and in the end, the frequency of buying plasters has changed from once a week to once a month. Now, only when we have managed to scrape together enough money can we occasionally buy a pair.

Yi Qingchen knew very well that although plasters can relieve pain, if they cannot be used for a long time, the effect will be negligible, but even if it is useless, it is impossible for him to cut off Master Liu's medical expenses because of this, but if he buys it for a long time, he is destined to be heavily in debt.

All kinds of helplessness lie in front of him, Yi Qingchen can't overcome this high mountain, so he has to take a slant, and every time he goes to the medicine shop to deliver goods, he will take a few herbs that he needs. With a clever mind, he has been stealing like this for several years, but he has never been caught by mistake.

This time he was looking at a few plants with curly leaves. The price of this grass is not expensive. The higher blood-invigorating herbs were forgotten, and now they are about to die, so Boss Huang dared to mix them with other cheap herbs and put them on the drying rack so generously.

As promised, Yi Qingchen came to the Survival Hall to deliver the brocade box. As soon as he entered the door, he noticed these forgotten blood-blood plants. He immediately made up a plan in his heart. He climbed to the counter to bargain with Boss Huang while waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

"Needless to say, I can go to Louxintang in the capital to buy a brocade box of red sandalwood and rosewood with [-] gold. If you want me to say that the [-] gold is extra for the sake of regular customers." Boss Huang gave a Throwing the brocade bag full of money in front of Yi Qingchen, although his face was amiable, his eyes were full of contempt that could not be ignored, "Master Liu's sculptures are good, but he is only a carpenter, he has no shop and no name." , how can it be sold at the same price as Master Louxintang?"

Yi Qingchen opened the bag of kits and counted them, then shook his head and said, "Although the name is not as good as Louxintang, the craftsmanship is already higher than them, otherwise Boss Huang's family is as big as a fellow, and he wouldn't commit himself to come to me again and again." Waiting for the small workshop to place an order? The [-] gold is indeed a little less, but..."

Under Boss Huang's puzzled gaze, he walked back and forth by the drying rack with his hands behind his back for a few times, stopped in front of the drying rack where the blood-blood grass was, held a white chrysanthemum with his fingertips, and sighed, "The best Hangzhou!" Chrysanthemum..." The sleeve brushed over the bamboo plaque, and when he returned to the counter, there was already a large white chrysanthemum lying in his palm.

Yi Qingchen's face was full of smiles, his eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moon arch bridges, and the fifth lady who was watching was stunned.

He examined the expression on Boss Huang's face, scattered the chrysanthemums beside the kit, and said politely, "I believe Boss Huang can still afford a few wild chrysanthemums?" The boss bowed his head and counted the gaps in the chrysanthemum's head, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and gave him a careless smile.

Although he doesn't know why he smiles like that, but it seems that since a long time ago, as long as he is willing to smile like this, women will turn to him. After years of tempering and precipitation, they have become a weapon against Boss Huang Nice killer feature.

Seeing this smile, Fifth Madam did not dare to make direct contact with Yi Qingchen, but couldn't help but cast a few glances.

Yi Qingchen smiled softly, pinched the chrysanthemum on his fingertips, leaned on the counter and said with a smile, "The fifth lady is beautiful, Boss Huang is very lucky. I don't know when is the wedding banquet going to be held? Bring the best woodwork for Master."

"The temple wisher said that the auspicious day will be next month." The fifth lady covered the light gauze fan by her lips, and tugged at Boss Huang's sleeve with the other hand, smiling sweetly, "The head of the house, this daisy will be given as a present." Leave him alone, Master Liu has also helped us a lot, and now that the wedding is approaching, it's time to send some gifts to cheer us up."

The fifth lady has a graceful figure, a pair of phoenix-eyed eyes, and a soft voice. When she speaks, let alone Boss Huang, even Yi Qingchen's body is crisp. With her help, the iron cock is like Boss Huang. Pan also rarely let go, "Since Wu'er has spoken, you can take it. It's just that when do you plan to pay back the twelve gold you owed to buy the plaster last month?"

Yi Qingchen was very heartbroken when he heard this number. He lied to his master at home that the plaster only cost one gold and one paste, but in fact it has already reached the price of hardware. He bought three pastes last month, and when he returned, he quoted Master Liu according to the original price The price of the plaster was quoted at the price, and the extra twelve gold can only be borne by myself. After all, once Master Liu knows that the price of the plaster has increased again, it is absolutely impossible for the old man to use it in the future, so this money cannot be obtained from selling wood. The twenty gold buckle of the box.

Yi Qingchen took out his pocket, found two pieces of gold that he saved from living frugally, handed it to Boss Huang and said, "The [-] gold in this box is the meal money for my master and I next month, now I searched all over my body , and only two gold and silver coins are left, I hope Boss Huang will be more accommodating, and the wedding is coming soon, so don't talk about it to hurt your heart."

The Fifth Madam also stuck to Boss Huang's body, helping out coquettishly, "That's right, my husband, I don't want you to get angry. You taught the slaves before that anger hurts the spleen, so you should take care of yourself."

Boss Huang was so blocked that he had nothing to say, and he couldn't get angry, so he could only patiently issue an order to expel Yi Qingchen, "Mind your filial piety, and give you a month's grace. If you don't come back next month, my Survivor Church You can go around the gate in the future."

"Thank you, Boss Huang, thank you, Boss Huang." Yi Qingchen declined Madam Wu's move to pack wild chrysanthemums for him, and left the Survival Hall with the gold in his pocket. Although he was weak, his steps were brisk, and he turned into the place in the blink of an eye. After entering the alley next door, seeing no one around, he stretched his hand into his cuff and pulled out the living blood grass that had mostly withered.