The shopkeeper admitted that she was unlucky, and Mo Ziwan also said that her family was unlucky, "Grandpa shopkeeper, we were wronged too. You saw it. When we came in, she didn't say anything and she started mocking us. I wanted to endure it at first, but... I couldn’t hold it back."
The shopkeeper sighed, "It's normal that you can't help it. No one can help it when they encounter these things. If you let me go, I will definitely scold you."
"Please be more understanding to the shopkeeper. Although we are not the cause of the trouble, the mess in the shopkeeper's shop is also related to us. But fortunately the cloth is not damaged. We will help you lay it out. By the way, we will buy more cloth. It’s to compensate the shopkeeper, do you think it’s feasible?”
After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi also apologized. Mo Tingyu said apologetically: "Brother, I'm sorry for you. We didn't expect to meet them. If we had known earlier, we wouldn't have come in."
The shopkeeper was also very sensible, "It's not your fault. If I'm to blame, it's the old woman who's so unreasonable. She's just a bully."
"Isn't it just to bully us?" Song Nanzhi also spoke, "Isn't she just thinking that we are from the village, have no knowledge, and can't compare with her family who are high officials, so she dares to bully us casually."
"Fortunately, not all officials are the same. There are always some good officials who work for us people."
"That's it. If we hadn't met a good official like Mr. Fang this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to redress my son's injustice."
"Fortunately, you came to Beijing to complain. If you hadn't come to complain, I'm afraid Huang would still be doing evil outside. I don't know how long it would take before I beheaded him so that he wouldn't be able to bully others in the future."
It seems that Huang Qisheng's beating to death has become known to everyone, and the shopkeeper also hates Huang Qisheng.
Mo Tingyu replied: "Come on, there are still ten days!"
After Dali Temple informed them of the execution time, the Mo family counted the days. There were still ten days left. Seeing that the bad guy was about to be executed, Mo Tingyu instantly felt a lot more relaxed.
"He deserves it. Even if he cuts him ten times, it's not enough. You don't know, there is no one in Beijing who is not afraid of him. When he goes out to buy things, he always takes whatever he likes. Not only does he rob things, but he also robs people. In that building Not to mention girls from good families, he also snatches girls from good families, and even though he looks like he is hanging himself, he has already harmed several girls."
"You said that a good girl from this family was snatched back and ruined by him. How can this family survive?"
"What? Why did you harm another girl?" Mo Tingyu hadn't heard about this yet, so he was a little surprised when he heard it. Then he felt that he was making such a fuss. Two people were killed, so what does robbing him mean? Then he said: "If chopping him ten times is not enough, I should cut off all his flesh one by one and feed it to the dogs!"
"You can buy whatever you want today. If you do, I'll give you a cheaper price. It doesn't matter if you don't buy it. My store won't suffer any loss, so you don't have to be polite." The shopkeeper said politely.
I came here to buy something, so how could I not buy something? Seeing the shopkeeper's cheerfulness, Song Nanzhi was also cheerful when choosing cloth. In addition to coarse cloth, he also bought light red, light purple, cloisonné, taupe, and fine cotton cloth in four colors. Five feet long, I just asked the shopkeeper to pay the bill without even asking the price.
I wanted to buy more cloth as an apology to the shopkeeper, but when I paid the bill, the shopkeeper gave me a cheaper price as he said.
After leaving the cloth shop, the family went to the vegetable store and bought some vegetables. They also bought needlework and went home to prepare tablecloths and quilt covers.
The muslin cloth I bought is used to sew the sheets and quilt covers for the bed.
Mo Ziyuan even planned to use the remaining fabrics to make some pillows.
After arriving home, he saw that Mo Li's face was still red and the slap marks were clearly visible. While feeling heartbroken for Mo Li, Song Nanzhi scolded Huang Jingshu again in the room.
Even after scolding her, she still wasn't relieved, "If this were in the village, I would have to go to the door of her house to block her from scolding her."
Mo Ziyuan didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. During the ceremony, when she saw her scolding him, she became very angry and scolded her for being evil-hearted.
Thinking about it now, I was a little impulsive, but I didn't regret taking the medicine, so I just scolded him.
But now it would not be appropriate if I had to block the door and scold him again, or I would be found out after the incident was over. "Grandma, the practices in the village cannot be applied here in the capital. If we go, they will beat us away with big sticks. We can't beat their big families with lots of servants."
Mo Tingyu also said strangely: "You don't even know what kind of place this is, and if you are allowed to mess around, I'm afraid you will be thrown into a prison without even finding the door."
Li Qiye also followed up and said: "Grandma, I don't feel any pain for a long time, and I don't suffer any loss. Grandma, when you pulled that damn old woman, you grabbed her twice hard, and I saw her face. There are blood marks."
Song Nanzhi laughed when he heard Mo Li's words, "Good catch. If you want to provoke us again next time, if you can't catch him, just bite him."
Li Qiye nodded and said, "Okay."
Mo Ziyuan was afraid that Mo Li would bite someone if something happened in the future. Wasn't this causing trouble? He hurriedly stopped him and said, "It's so dirty to bite people. All the dirt on people's bodies goes into your mouth. If you bite dirty things and rinse your mouth, it's fine. But if something goes wrong with your bite, wouldn't it cause more trouble?" "
"Under normal circumstances, it's better not to bite!"
After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, Mo Tingyu also found something to say, and blamed Song Nanzhi: "You said that you, at a very old age, still teach children randomly and teach them bad habits. Isn't this a disaster for children!"
Song Nanzhi whispered: "I'll just say it casually." Then he turned to Mo Li and explained, "Grandma means that if we can't be beaten, we will bite. We can't be beaten in vain. When we bite, we will bite." Use it where there's a lot of meat, but don't use too much force, just let them know they're afraid."
After the family chatted and laughed for a while, they forgot about their encounter with Huang Jingshu. Song Nanzhi took Mo Li into the kitchen to prepare for cooking.
Mo Ziwan went to the study to find Murong Qingyuan.
"Brother Qingyuan, we are back."
Murong Qingyuan had been reading in the study and had no idea about their return. After hearing Mo Ziwan's voice, he put down the book and said, "You're back so soon, why don't you stroll around more on the street?"
"It's still early? It's almost noon!" Mo Ziwan walked into the room as she spoke, "Brother Qingyuan, you haven't moved since you've been sitting here, right?"
Murong Qingyuan answered matter-of-factly, "I have nothing else to do, so of course I will just read here."
This logic is no problem! But you have to balance work and rest!
"Brother Qingyuan, reading for a long time is bad for your eyesight. If your brain doesn't get enough rest, you will get tired easily and your reaction will slow down."
"If you don't get enough rest, it will affect the exam!"
Murong Qingyuan also obediently put down the book in his hand, "Okay, rest!"
Then he asked, "What's for lunch? Let's go to the kitchen and have a look!"
"Grandma bought beef and made tomato beef brisket soup." Mo Ziyuan replied.
"Then let's go to the kitchen and cook together." As Murong Qingyuan spoke, he pulled Mo Ziwan towards the kitchen.
"Grandma, we're here to help." Mo Ziwan shouted after walking into the kitchen.
Song Nanzhi turned around and saw the brother and sister walking over hand in hand, "You don't need to come. You go out and play for a while. I'll be ready in a minute."
"Qingyuan, go and rest for a while. You must be tired after reading for so long. Go and rest for a while. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
"Grandma, I'm not tired! I'm just resting here cooking with you."
After Murong Qingyuan finished speaking, Song Nanzhi said again: "Then you sit on the bench and rest."
"I'm going to wash the tomatoes." I had been sitting there reading for the first half of the day, but now I didn't want to sit there anymore, so I took the tomatoes I bought and started washing them with water.
"I'll wash it together, too." Mo Ziyuan went to the basin where Murong Qingyuan was washing vegetables, and also reached for a tomato and started washing it.
The brother and sister finished washing the tomatoes and other dishes for lunch.
After the two of them washed the vegetables, Song Nanzhi cut the beef into pieces and then put it into the pot to stew.
In the kitchen, the family was chatting and laughing as they prepared the meal and brought it to the table. No one mentioned the quarrel outside until after the meal.
After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to take a short lunch break. After resting, Murong Qingyuan naturally returned to the study to continue reading.
Mo Tingyu went to work in the garden. According to his idea, what's the use of planting those flowers? It's better to plant some vegetables, but the flowers are blooming this season, which looks very pleasant, and Mo Ziyuan and Li Li also like it. Soon, he was reluctant to dig and plant vegetables instead. He was going to pull the weeds in the garden.
Song Nanzhi took out the scissors and prepared to cut out the tablecloth. He put the coarse cloth on the table and asked Mo Ziwan, "How do you want to make this tablecloth?"
Mo Ziwan replied: "It's very simple. Just cut it larger than the table so that it can completely cover the table." As for whether to use hemming, Mo Ziwan thought it was unnecessary, so she just said cutting.
After hearing this, Song Nanzhi said: "It's quite simple." Then he spread out the coarse cloth and cut out a piece according to the size of the table. After cutting the table for eating, there were other tables, cabinets, and stools, all pressed into place. After cutting it to size, Song Nanzhi took out his sewing kit and prepared to hem it.
"Grandma, these cloths are only used to block dust, so you still need to worry about sewing the edges." Mo Ziyuan stopped her when she saw her breasts were about to be hemmed, but she wouldn't stop if it was just one or two pieces. But there are too many stitches, and it would be too laborious to go through each stitch.
"How about this? If you don't lock it properly here, the damage will start from here."
"Grandma, we use it sparingly. Even if it breaks, it will take many years. If grandma wants to sew, why don't we sew the sheets and quilt covers first."
"Okay! Then get out the things you need on the bed first."
The same process was followed by cutting first, and then sewing. With the experience of doing it at home, Song Nanzhi was very fast at sewing bed sheets and quilt covers, and he sewed a set in less than an hour.
