Chapter 179 Be careful
The black pottery bottle on the table is not only not very stylish, but also different from the ordinary pottery bottles often placed by rural women at home.
Lin Huazhi looked at Qingling with puzzlement and a little trembling, while Qingling smiled. His expression was a little proud and cautious. Lin Huazhi suddenly became nervous for some reason.
She asked carefully, "Is this your new dye?" Her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of shocking something.
Qing Ling just gave a hum.
Lin Huazhi couldn't help exhaling, stretched out his hand, and quickly withdrew. He wanted to touch the black pottery bottle, but he was a little afraid that something would happen.
Qingling laughed at Lin Huazhi's movements and carefully received the black pottery bottle under the table. His fingers tapped the table and said in a low voice, "There are still two days to complete it."
After listening to this sentence, Lin Huazhi knew that the dye tone blended by Qingling this time was cold, and it had to be placed for some time to separate the material color.
Looking back and forth, Lin Huazhi asked puzzledly, "Is it okay to put things under the table?" There are people walking around in the dye shop, and the apprentices brought by Qingling also come in and out from time to time. The carefully blended dyes are placed casually like this, which is really worrying.
Qingling smiled and said, "It's the safest place to put it here. Who would have thought that I would do this?"
Lin Huazhi thought about it carefully and couldn't help smiling. Yes, the most dangerous place is the safe, but it is not so safe to put the dye in other places. Sometimes, the less eye-catching it is, the less noticeable it is.
Lin Huazhi straightened up and said, "The first piece of cloth can be threaded with two heads in about ten days. The embroiderers in Wuzhen should be able to weave all the cloth before and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and you will have to bother."
Qingling nodded: "I have been taking the medicine prescribed by Jinhou recently. My body is better than before. Don't worry, I can always color all the cloth in September."
Lin Huazhi did not doubt Qingling's words. After a few words, she saw someone enter the shop. Qingling got up to say hello. Lin Huazhi saw that there was nothing wrong with her, so she took her wooden mold back and went home.
When she got home, Xing'er hadn't come back yet. Lin Huazhi put the mold in the kitchen and saw some beans in the bamboo basket in the corner of the wall. She was fat in the middle of the two tips. Suddenly, she remembered that she had seen a crescent-shaped mold when she moved. Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, her home was in chaos, and Lin was not in the mood to make cakes for her and Lin Yuyang. Since she remembered , Lin Huazhi became interested.
When she came out of the kitchen, Lin Huazhi thought about it. She asked Lin Yuyang to put all the things she didn't use when she moved in a big wooden box. As soon as she turned around, she went to the ear room, opened the door, and saw a flower lamp, a glass colorful lotus lantern sent by Yan Shaobai.
Standing at the door stiffened, Lin Huazhi remembered what Yan Shaobai had said in the carriage before. She couldn't help sighing. Slowly reached out and picked up the lantern and looked carefully. I had to admit that this is really a beautiful lantern, but unfortunately...
After thinking for a while, I thought of the lotus pagoda lantern bought by Zhang Ziqing on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival. Thinking about the wishes made at that time, the corners of my mouth rose slightly, and then looked at the colorful lotus lanterns in her hand, Lin Huazhi's mood slowly calmed down.
came to the courtyard well with the lantern, and the forest flower branches turned out of the brazier and lit the lantern.
The rising fire distorted everything in front of him, and the light smoke slowly floated in the air. Lin Huazhi stepped back two steps, looked at it, and then laughed softly.
How ridiculous.
It's hateful.
Thinking of Yan Shaobai's so-called difficulties, he really ruined Chen Suyue's hard-earned family business.
When the lantern burned to ashes, Lin Huazhi poured a ladle of well water into the brazier. When the cold water met the heat, it immediately made a whining sound, and then suddenly rose up a white fog, but soon it disappeared.
Difficulty, who doesn't have a difficult one? If Yan Shaobai asked her for such a thing, it can be seen that Yan's house is really going to be defeated sooner or later. However, Yan Shaobai's words also remind Lin Huazhi. Yan Shaobai is eager to investigate the cause of death of Qingmingyue, which explains two points. First, it is for himself, and second, I'm afraid it is also for Cui Yuan.
Cui Yuan, thinking of the man he met at Nanchengmen and the hurried glance, Lin Huazhi had to fight with 120,000 points of spirit, and at the same time reminded himself in his heart to be careful.
Be careful.
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This chapter is a little less. I'm too tired, and then a little Cavin
Strive for more tomorrow.
Kiss.