After Zheng Quchi arranged the outsourcing of car parts, he went to the market to buy a bottle of rice wine, a paper package of sacrifices and paper money and incense candles, and found Muke's tomb.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Hamu, I'm late, mainly because..."
When she said this, her throat choked up. After taking a deep breath to calm down, she squatted down.
She pulled out some of the new weeds growing in front of the tomb, cleaned up the area around the tombstone, and then arranged the things she brought one by one.
After putting incense and candles, she piled the paper money into a pagoda shape and burned it. She knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times to him respectfully.
"Uncle Mu, I didn't expect that our separation after such a normal meeting would turn out to be our eternal farewell. If I had known this earlier... I would never have asked you to deliver a message to Brother Wei."
"I have avenged Uncle Mu for you."
"But, so what if I kill her? People can't be resurrected after death. I owe you, but I don't know what to repay..."
She has always been brooding over his death, feeling guilty and familiar with the sadness of the death of an elder.
"Are you Sang Xuanqing?"
Behind her, a cold voice suddenly came.
Zheng Quchi turned around and saw a middle-aged woman standing behind her. The woman was about thirty or forty years old, with a woman's hair in a bun, plain cloth, a frosty face, and a pair of sharp red phoenix eyes staring at her.
Seeing that the other party looked like he was not easy to mess with, Zheng Quchi did not admit it immediately, but asked vigilantly: "Who are you? You are looking for Sang Xuanqing, does he have anything to do with you?"
The middle-aged woman smiled coldly and said: "The person you just kowtowed to worship and confessed your guilt is my husband. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"
Zheng Quchi was startled, and then said in surprise: "You, are you Uncle Mu's wife who is good at medicinal diet?"
Don't blame Zheng Quchi for only remembering this one characteristic of the other party. The most important thing is that the medicinal diet prepared by the other party for her is really effective.
Since she drank a few potions, she has become even more powerful when practicing Jiujijutsu, and her qi and blood flow are smooth. No matter how cold the weather is, her hands and feet are no longer as cold as before. If she doesn't soak her feet, they won't warm up overnight.
"Oh, is this how he introduced me?" The woman raised her eyebrows, but when her eyes fell on the tombstone, she couldn't hide her sadness.
Zheng Quchi stood up quickly and said: "Aunt, no, sister, Uncle Mu once said that his wife is very powerful, very kind-hearted, helpful, considerate and gentle, she is the best wife..."
As she spoke, her eyes gradually turned red. She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry about Uncle Mu..."
"Originally, after knowing the whole story, I did blame you. Even if this matter was not your fault, everything can only be said to be bad people committing crimes and killing innocent people. However, I cannot convince myself that it has nothing to do with you at all. ." The woman's voice became cold and hard in vain.
Zheng Quchi said nothing and listened to her words quietly.
"But just now, just now you were kneeling there...you said, so what if you take revenge, people can't be resurrected after death, but I suddenly understood why Lao Mu treats you so differently."
She suddenly stretched out her hand, her fingers curved like eagle claws, and grabbed Zheng Quchi's arm.
Zheng Quchi was startled, but out of trust in Uncle Mu's character and the belief that the wife he married would not be a vicious person, she suppressed it and did not move.
The middle-aged woman glanced at her with a half-smile: "You don't look very smart either. What if I was lying to you just now? Or maybe you didn't resist because of the guilt in your heart, and you planned to let me kill you to vent your anger. ?”
If someone wants to fight with her, Zheng Quchi may not be able to do anything, but if the other person wants to reason with her, then she has the strength to do so.
She looked the other person into her eyes clearly with her big eyes, and replied with reason: "I believe you didn't lie to me, not because of your words, but because I did smell a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in you. If For those who have been practicing medicine for many years, their body fragrance will not smell like medicine. Besides, it’s not that I don’t resist, I think I’m not guilty enough to want to die, but I believe that Uncle Mu’s wife is not a bad person. People who kill indiscriminately when they distinguish right from wrong.”
The middle-aged woman was stunned by her words, and then spat: "Sharp-tongued."
She pinched Zheng Quchi's pulse with her fingers. After diagnosing the pulse, she said seriously: "Have you ever suffered a serious life-threatening injury before?"
It turned out to be a pulse diagnosis, which shocked her. Although she thought the other party would not kill her, she might not know that the other party would beat her up without any reason.
"right."
"Have you ever used elixirs above the holy level to treat such a serious injury and recover to the point where you can jump now?" She asked again.
Amazing, you can know so many things just by checking your pulse?
"Yes, I even chewed a ginseng root that was over a century old."
To spare her the trouble of continuing to guess, she blew herself up.
"You are really blessed. You used ginseng to replenish your qi, stabilized your life, and then used the holy medicine to cure you... However, you still injured your lifeline after all. Do you occasionally cough for a long time at night, which is heartbreaking?"
"Well, it happened once. What's wrong? What's the lifeline? Is it serious?" She blinked her eyes and looked like she wasn't in any trouble.
The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes: "Yes, and it will become more and more serious, with exhaustion of righteousness and even tuberculosis. And you might as well ask whether others can cure your disease or not."
She looked at Zheng Quchi steadily, but in fact her voice drifted elsewhere and fell into the ears of other interested people.
Finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
"……help me."
"You little clever guy, how do you know I can save you?"
Seeing that she was still in the mood to amuse him, Zheng Quchi immediately started praising her: "Because I have a kind heart, and the most important thing is that you don't want to save me, so why bother to enlighten me, so you just asked me to drag and drag, and eventually I coughed up tuberculosis." , just die without treatment?"
Although her words were very pleasing to the ears, the middle-aged woman still corrected her: "My name is Mei Ruoling. You can call me Aunt Ling. Stop calling me sister. I don't want to be in the same generation as Lao Mu."
Zheng Quchi followed Shan Ruliu and said, "Okay, Aunt Ling."
There is no elder who doesn't like the sweet-tongued junior, not to mention that things like dog legs also depend on appearance. Zheng Quchi's sister's apple face is lively and cute.
Mei Ruoling's eyes changed from cold to softened and helpless. She sighed softly: "I will not let you go, and I will continue to take care of your body. When Lao Mu told me about this, I also promised him, only……"
"only?"
Mei Ruoling suddenly looked at her seriously: "You just said that you feel that you owe Lao Mu a debt that you can't repay, right?"
Although Zheng Quchi's face sometimes seemed to have a kind of clear stupidity, in fact she was clear-sighted and clear-minded. She understood the meaning behind Mei Ruoling's words and said: "If there is anything you need me to do, Aunt Ling, please feel free to do it." Say, I can do it, and I will never refuse.”
She was so cheerful, which made Mei Ruoling very happy, and at the same time he appreciated her even more.
"Okay, I want you to join the Jichun Craftsmen Guild and try your best to enter the finals and fulfill Lao Mu's wish."
Jichun Craftsmen Guild?
Of course Zheng Quchi knew this. Uncle Mu had told her that he hoped she could go with him.
But what does this have to do with wishes?
Zheng Quchi asked: "What is your wish?"
Mei Ruoling said, this is a long story.
"You don't know, Lao Mu is not from the Ye country. He comes from a family of craftsmen for generations. He has participated in many civil construction projects with his father and grandfather since he was a child. He has mastered many carpentry skills in his youth... Later, in order to further improve his craftsmanship, He studied under the Qiuci Kingdom and learned how to make weapons, woodcraft, and ingenuity. When he was young, he also created many useful instruments..."
Mei Ruoling said.
Among the disciples he studied under, there was a senior who was born with a unique ability to understand, which he could never match. In terms of craftsmanship, he was taught by the same teacher, but that senior was always one step ahead of him. Get started.
Gradually, the arrogant Muke developed a bias in his heart.
He was very jealous of the other party, and this feeling increased day by day, and later it became a crazy state.
He wanted to discredit that senior brother.
Therefore, at the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild held every three years, that senior was supposed to make it to the finals based on his true skills, but because his work was rejected by Mu Ke, he was eliminated by the conference.
This incident was just as Muke expected. The senior fell hard from a height and suffered a heavy blow. He has been unable to recover since then.
Seeing this, Muke was indeed secretly proud at first, but as time went by, his character began to mature and his thoughts changed.
You Qi learned that the senior brother already knew that he did this, but he never thought of exposing it and blaming him.
Seeing that the once proud man of heaven had become what he is today, his late conscience and guilt weighed him down.
He didn't dare to face that senior brother.
A few years later, Muke was ready and signed up to join the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild. He specially invited his senior brother to join him. He felt that he was sorry for him, and he wanted the two of them to join forces to return the glory that had been lost. he.
The senior brother understood his intention and agreed to him.
However, they encountered a very strong opponent, Zuo Mo, the master craftsman of Nanchen State.
During the game, Muke was accidentally plotted by his opponent, and his senior brother not only ignored the past grudges, but also sacrificed his life for him in order to save him. In the end, one died and the other was defeated miserably.
After this bad news, Muke was completely defeated, and the regret and frustration in his heart overwhelmed him.
He bid farewell to the past completely, came to Ye State incognito, and became a work officer Muke.
But Mei Ruoling knew that Mu Ke had always been brooding about the past in his heart and was extremely unwilling to accept it. He dreamed of fighting for himself and his senior brother, and regaining the life and reputation that Zuo Mo had taken away.
But he also knew that he was useless, completely useless. He was afraid of woodcraft. Over the years, he not only made no progress at all, but retreated. But Zuo Mo's reputation was growing, and he was afraid that woodcraft had far surpassed him. too much.
Even if he joins the Jichun Craftsmen Guild again, he will only be humiliating himself.
His defeat and loneliness enveloped him almost every day, but one day, Mei Ruoling saw him come back, but her whole person was completely different.
When he mentioned a young boy named "Sang Xuanqing", he beamed with joy, as if he had met a genius, and talked endlessly about her spirituality.
She knew that he had finally found his purpose for the rest of his life.
He pinned his lifelong hopes on the young man named "Sang Xuanqing".
Later, she found out that Sang Xuanqing was not a boy, but a girl. But it didn't matter if she was a boy or a girl?
After telling Muke's past, Mei Ruoling no longer looked as cold and arrogant as before. She said to Zheng Quchi: "So, I hope you can go to the Jichun Craftsmen's Guild to fulfill his ambition and last wish."
After listening to this, Zheng Quchi understood why Uncle Mu had always cared for her so much, and also understood where the occasional sadness and regret in his eyes came from.
She was about to reply to Mei Ruoling, who was waiting for an answer, but was interrupted by a voice behind her that was as cold as a knife scraping her face.
"Mrs. Mu, you want to trick my wife into fighting for your husband's fame and wealth. Have you ever told me my opinion?"
From behind, I saw Yu Wensheng arriving at some unknown time. He walked over and stopped beside Zheng Quchi, but he didn't even bother to give Mei Ruoling a subtle expression.
Zheng Quchi met his eyes, and in the next second, he directly attacked with a bright smile.
"How did you come?"
Yu Wensheng's originally gloomy expression was made difficult to maintain by her smile. He glanced away and fell into the air.
When Mei Ruoleng saw Yu Wensheng, her eyes tightened as if they were pricked by needles. In today's world, there are few people who are fearless and fearless of Yu Wensheng.
"General, this matter has nothing to do with you, as long as Sang Xuanqing agrees." She said forcefully.
Yu Wensheng glanced at her, and a faint smile escaped from his throat: "She is my wife, who are you?"
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the two people's words was getting stronger and stronger, Zheng Quchi interrupted loudly, raised his hand and asked: "I just want to ask, is this Jichun Craftsmen Guild not limited to men and women, and can be used by both men and women? Participate?"
Yu Wensheng looked at her, and Mei Ruoling paused for a moment, as if recalling the rules: "I haven't heard that women are not allowed to participate, but since its establishment, everyone has assumed that all workers are men..."
If there is no explicit stipulation - "That's no problem, I agree." Zheng Quchi made the final decision.
Mei Ruoling subconsciously glanced at Yu Wensheng, but unfortunately he was wearing a mask and his expression was dark and unpredictable, so she could not tell anything. Then she asked Zheng Quchi solemnly: "Have you really thought it through?"
Zheng Quchi nodded: "Well, I originally planned to participate. I heard that the bonus was very generous, and now I have even more reasons to participate. I want to fulfill Uncle Mu's last wish, although I may not have the ability to do it for him." He achieves it, but I will try my best.”
Hearing what she said, Mei Ruoling was truly moved. A rare smile appeared on her cold and arrogant face: "Okay, okay, she is indeed the one he likes."
After Mei Ruoling finished speaking, she raised her chin and said, "Every time I talk to people, your Uncle Mu never dares to intervene and object. Your family's family tradition needs to be straightened out."
"I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step."
As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away, with a wind-like speed, somewhat like a gesture of running for her life after fanning the flames and stoking a fire, fearing that she would be caught to settle a score.
Zheng Quchi was left alone, smiling awkwardly, facing Yu Wensheng's "storm" next.
(End of chapter)
