"vomit!"
Back in the shop, several women who had been excited to watch the execution all vomited.
The vast majority of people have never seen a dead person in their lives, let alone had their heads chopped off.
Now that the Hong brothers are dead and Liu San'er is watching over the west of the city, the street stall business can be expanded with confidence and boldness.
The thirty carts ordered by Song Che to be customized were all deployed throughout the city according to previous plans.
The person who instigated Zhu Wei to deceive Qin Ruo was most likely from Chen Rencai's faction. Today, the blood of the criminals was spilled on the execution ground, which can be regarded as killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.
The Chen family's fortune is so huge that it cannot be swallowed up in one go, so it can only be eaten away slowly. In short, the days are long and we will eventually get what we want.
afternoon.
The jewelry and firearms equipment customized at Baiyulou some time ago were also delivered to Yunshuifang.
As expected, it relied on technical work to make a living. All parts were polished very finely, and Song Che was very satisfied.
I remember that before Hong Biao's head fell to the ground, he once said that he had a close relationship with the Feiyun Gang. No matter whether he exaggerated or not, the Feiyun Gang had to guard against him.
The Feiyun Gang is by no means comparable to local snakes. They are genuine bandits who kill without batting an eye. Song Che had offended them once before in Yangzhou, and their old and new grudges were very troublesome.
Making muskets and arming yourself is becoming more and more urgent!
Song Che ordered another two hundred kilograms of copper wire and a large magnet from Baiyulou. Now the electric baton was his only self-defense tool. Although it was used sparingly, the power was still drained to the last bar.
There was no such thing as "electricity" in ancient times, so he could only try to generate electricity himself.
The principle of a generator is very simple. It cuts magnetic field lines to generate current. I remember that when he was a child, he used a small motor to make a generator. It is not too difficult to draw a scoop in the same way.
In addition, he sent people to the firecracker shop and ordered ten rolls of firecrackers to extract the black powder.
Although ancient gunpowder is not as good as modern gunpowder, it is still an extremely dangerous thing and cannot be experimented at home. Therefore, he specially asked the shop assistant who was working in the field to help find a secluded place outside the city, where he will make firearms in the future. .
…
The bad guys were brought to justice, the threat was lifted, and Qin Ruo returned to the shop with peace of mind.
The couple, who had been separated for many days, finally slept together again.
It's night and the candles are brightly lit.
In the bedroom.
Song Che rested his head on the left side of the bed, and Shen Wenjun Xiaojia Biyu lay on the right side of the bed. Both of them opened their eyes wide and looked at the room quietly. You didn't speak and I didn't speak. The quieter the air, the thicker the ambiguity.
Sometimes Song Che also wonders, why can he still be pregnant with his wife who is as beautiful as a flower at his fingertips? If this had been done in the past, she would have been out of breath.
Could it be that due to the influence of the ancient environment, I became a gentleman?
Damn it, why are you pretending to be Liu Xiahui to your own wife?
"That's right." Song Che suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong!" Shen Wenjun was inexplicably nervous.
"I have something to give you." Song Che took out a small cloth bag from his arms and opened it to find exquisitely carved gold jewelry. "This is the jewelry I customized at Baiyulou. We each have a set. I will wear it." The big one, you wear the small one.”
"This..." Shen Wenjun's flashing eyes were brighter than gold.
"Come on, I'll try it on for you." Song Che pulled out Shen Wenjun from the quilt, picked up the green silk to put on the necklace, held the jade hand to put on the bracelet, and finally held up the gold ring and asked with a smile:
"Ms. Shen Wenjun, are you willing to marry Song Che and never leave him for the rest of your life? Will you love and respect him forever?"
How could a young lady like us hear such straightforward words of love? Shen Wenjun was so embarrassed that her face turned pale and her breathing became rapid, "You...you said something incomprehensible again..."
Song Che smiled and said: "This is a wedding speech. You have to say, 'Yes, I do', and then I can put a wedding ring on you."
Shen Wenjun said softly: "When I paid my respects to the church, I had already given my congratulations..."
Song Che said bitterly: "I was still in a coma at that time and couldn't hear, so it doesn't count." He suddenly became disappointed: "Or...are you unwilling?"
"Of course I am willing..."
"The sound is too quiet, I can't hear it."
"I said I would..."
"You're young, but your ears don't work well."
"I do! I do! I do it with all my heart!"
Shen Wenjun was almost crazy. He could no longer care about his shyness and threw Song Che down on the bed.
The two of them stared at each other until they were breathing close to each other.
Song Che gently put the ring on Shen Wenjun's ring finger, and then clasped their fingers together, hugging each other tightly, lips and tongues together, desire was like a fire, love was like a mountain torrent, burning like a torrent, and letting it go.
The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
…
Early next morning.
The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers awaken the dreamer.
Song Che slowly opened his eyes. Shen Wenjun rested his head on his arms and opened his eyes wide. The embers of last night were still lingering, and her face was unusually blushing.
"You shouldn't have been up all night again, right?" Song Che asked.
Shen Wenjun purred softly, leaned forward, and asked excitedly: "Husband, did you stuff the baby into my belly?"
Song Che was stunned at first, and quickly reviewed last night. Although he had forgotten himself after all the clouds and rain, he still deliberately avoided danger, "How could Madam ask that?"
Shen Wenjun said shyly: "My mother told me. She said that as long as a man and a woman consummate their marriage, I will have a baby in my belly."
The corner of Song Che's mouth twitched. Ancient gender education was really reserved.
"Don't worry, madam, I have softened you at the critical moment."
"What is...softening?"
"That's it...it's just that after the previous movement ends, you can quickly perform the next movement by relying on your own skills to achieve the purpose of canceling the back swing."
"Then why cancel the post-swing?"
"Uh, this...how do you say this? Alas...I'd better demonstrate it with you again!"
…
Unexpectedly, this demonstration lasted the entire morning.
It's strange to say that she is so smart in business, why can't she always learn this? This made Song Che teach him over and over again.
"It's better not to go to the shop today. Anyway, with Qin Ruo and the others taking care of her, nothing will go wrong." Shen Wenjun sat in front of the makeup mirror, just combing his hair, but had no intention of getting dressed.
Although the joy of boudoir is wonderful, if you indulge in it too much, you will not only lose your mind by playing with things, but your body will also be unable to bear it...
Song Che got out of bed and put on his clothes secretly, "Speaking of which, I still have something to tell my wife. In the next few days, I want to go to the countryside with the field clerks to visit sericulture and do market making. Tune.”
Shen Wenjun said softly: "It's okay to go out and see the world, as long as you come home on time at night."
"Then I'll go to the workshop first." Song Che carried his shoes and rushed out of the door.
"Hey -" Shen Wenjun was about to say hello, but Song Che had already disappeared. She said secretly: "Why are you running so fast? I want you to teach me a few more times..."
