A bunch of losers.
Ning Yue curled her lips with some disdain.
She found a familiar huanghuali suitcase, went over and opened it gently, and inside was Cui Manning's wedding suit.
Ning Yue's eyes shone, ah, my 4 million, long time no see.
She raised her hand to touch it, but after thinking about whether it had been washed or not, she silently withdrew her hand.
She reluctantly closed the box, and then saw a pile of weapons next to the box.
Swords, axes, spears, hammers, hidden weapons, darts, everything.
The handles of many weapons were polished and looked like they had been used, not for collection.
Although the Ying family started out as military generals, their descendants were all incompetent, and gradually they could not even become a minor official. I didn't hear anyone with great martial arts skills. Who was using these weapons?
Ning Yue slowly walked out of the room and came to the first ghost soldier, wanting to see the scene of the ghost soldiers collecting treasures on the day when the Hou Mansion raided the house.
The ghost soldier opened his eyes, and in the white light, the ghost soldier entered a room that looked like a study room, and a book disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The huanghuali suitcase was placed in the corner of the study room and was taken away by the ghost soldiers.
When the study was emptied, the ghost soldiers walked straight towards the wall again.
Ning Yue saw the ghost soldiers moving things for the first time, which was quite novel.
No wonder the ghost soldiers were not tired from carrying so many things, and they didn't need to enter the door, they could just walk through the wall.
Behind the wall is a downward staircase, the bottom of which is dark and lengthy.
It actually looks like a dark room.
Ning Yue followed the ghost soldier's gaze into the darkroom, and within a few steps, she suddenly became enlightened.
It was more than half the size of a basketball court. There were no windows on the walls, and all the lighting relied on dozens of candlesticks on the walls.
It should be a basement.
In the corner of the darkroom, there are several weapon racks.
All the weapons that Gang Ningyue saw were displayed there.
Other than that, there is nothing in the darkroom. If you look closely, you can see that the soil in the middle of the darkroom has been trampled to be as hard as stone and extremely smooth.
He studied hard and practiced so hard, but he hid his clumsiness from others. Outsiders only thought that there was no one in the Ying family who was very useful.
There is Cui Manning's wedding dress in the study next to her, so that study should belong to Ying Xianqing.
Then the person who practices these weapons every day is also Ying Xianqing?
Ning Yue weighed the meteor hammer, which weighed at least several dozen kilograms, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Okay, this sick guy is really just faking it.
…
Mother Lin recovered quickly. Within two days, she could walk for half a day without getting tired.
The Wang family and the old lady's female relatives usually work on women's clothing, especially making simple things like leggings.
Soon, more than 200 pairs of leggings were completed.
Except for the Li family, everyone else got leggings.
With the leggings, there are fewer voices complaining about tiredness every day. When prisoners see Ning Yue, they always come over to say thank you.
"Ms. Ning, with the leggings, I can walk much more easily now, and I don't feel like I can't lift my legs the next day."
"Yes, it saves me a lot of energy. Moreover, I no longer have to worry about bugs getting into my pants when I sleep on the ground at night. Madam Ning, you have really done a good thing."
Even Zhao Dali praised Ning Yue greatly.
After all, even the team is moving much faster. They can walk a few more miles every day without worrying about the occasional rain delaying the trip.
The Li family members did not have leggings and knew that Ning Yue would not give them, so they pulled Zhao Dali to cry and complained that their daughter-in-law was unfilial. Zhao Dali did not bother to pay attention to them.
Later, Wu said that everyone was fast, and if they didn't, it would slow down the team's speed, so Zhao Dali asked Ning Yue for some cut-off scraps to send them away.
A few people don't know how to tie them, and they either tighten their legs to the point of discomfort, or they loosen them after walking for a while.
They just felt that Ning Yue had deliberately insulted them, and they were so angry that they lost their temper.
Only after Wu spent a few days groping on his own to figure out the correct way to fight, did they realize that they didn't know how to tie, but they had lost everything, so they had to cry to Zhao Dali again.
Zhao Dali didn't have such a good temper, so he slapped him back.
Ning Yue sat on the carriage and watched this scene, only feeling it was funny.
They would rather find Zhao Dali than come to her directly. Does this prove that she is more terrifying than Zhao Dali?
When everyone was having breakfast, Ning Yue saw that Ying Lingzhu's embroidered shoes were also torn.
They were of the same shoe size, so he gave her a new pair of shoes of his own.
To spend money on shoes during the exile, Ning Yue asked Caiyan to prepare thick-soled cloth shoes that were light and durable. They were much more comfortable and durable for walking long distances than the thin-soled embroidered shoes usually worn by women in the inner courtyard.
Lingzhu usually wears thin embroidered shoes to walk silently. As soon as I put on these soft-soled thick cloth shoes, I can't put them down. When I walk, it's like there are springs in the soles of my feet. I can't wait to take a step forward.
Ying Sizhu saw her and quietly pulled her aside: "Lingzhu, my shoes are almost worn out. Lend me your shoes."
Ying Xianqing had brought some outside gadgets to Ying Lingzhu in the past. Ying Sizhu always borrowed them when he saw something he liked, but usually he never returned it.
Ying Lingzhu said awkwardly: "I only have this pair of shoes..."
Ying Sizhu: "Then go and help me get another pair."
Ying Lingzhu looked at Ning Yue's half-smiling face in the distance, and then at Mrs. Li who was watching eagerly on the other side. She mustered up her courage and said, "I...I already have it. You can go ahead by yourself."
Ying Sizhu grabbed her sleeve to prevent her from leaving: "I used to take you with me when I went out to play. How many good things did I buy you? I'm so good to you, but now you can't bear to part with a pair of shoes?"
It's okay that she didn't say this. When she said this, Ying Lingzhu was so angry that his little universe exploded: "You said you bought it for me, but how many days have I worn it myself? It's just in my name. On weekdays, you wear it more. When you are short of money, you come to my jewelry box and pawn it without asking. Then you tell your mother that I lost the item. How many times have I been scolded because of you? The only thing my mother left for me is Even one of my hairpins has been taken for dead by you..."
The more Ying Lingzhu thought about it, the sadder she became, and she yelled, "Is this how you treat me?!"
Ying Sizhu was stunned for a moment by the yelling, as if he just realized that this coward actually had a temper. Even his voice was a little softer: "Didn't I...leave you a few pieces of jewelry?"
Ying Lingzhu stared at her hatefully.
Ning Yue sat in the car and waved: "Lingzhu, come here."
Lingzhu had just finished yelling, and she was shocked. She had never quarreled with anyone, and she had never expressed her emotions so fiercely. After she finished yelling, she didn't know how it would end.
Just when I was panicking, I heard my sister-in-law’s call.
Ying Sizhu took the opportunity to run away.
Ying Lingzhu walked to the carriage and saw Ying Xianqing holding the reins next to him. He felt aggrieved and pursed his lips: "Brother, I never dared to tell you that the hairpin my mother left for me was not thrown away by me. , she was fooled."
Ying Xianqing sighed, touched her sister's hair, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I will help you find it later."
