The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 101 Letter

"This is," Han Qianluo said two words before realizing that he couldn't say it, so he stopped.

Zhang Er is naturally not the kind of person who doesn't know what's interesting, so he didn't ask any more questions, and turned to the serious business: "Is this thing for the girl in a hurry?"

"It's not very urgent, but it will be used in a few days." Han Qianluo replied.

Zhang Er nodded: "I see, I will make it as soon as possible, but this thing will probably cost this amount." As he spoke, Zhang Er stretched out his right index finger, clenched the other four fingers, and gestured one by one. gesture.

Obviously what he meant couldn't be a penny, Han Qianluo guessed: "Ten penny?"

"Girl, you are joking, one hundred Wen." Zhang Er said with a smile, "This is the cost of making it, not including the money for iron."

Han Qianluo was a little surprised, and looked at the man with a surprised face. The early morning fee alone was [-] Wen, which really surprised her, because in her opinion, this thing is really simple and not complicated at all. .

Zhang Er seemed to have seen through her thoughts, and explained: "Girl, you have bought a lot of things from our brothers, and you can be regarded as a regular customer. Would I still cheat you, even though the style of this thing is not good?" It is complicated, but it is difficult to play in many places, and it is really a test of skill."

After saying this, Han Qianluo also felt that this was the reason. After all, the technology at this time was indeed not very good, and it was not as good as that of later generations. If the fee is higher, it will be more expensive, so he nodded and said: "That's okay, when the time comes I'll pay when I come to pick up my stuff."

After the matter was settled, Han Qianluo left here and walked back. Just as he walked out of the city, he unexpectedly found a strange cloth ball in the basket, which looked familiar. It seemed that Liu Ying used this method to give her Passed a message.Thinking of this, Han Qianluo couldn't help but feel a little excited, not calm. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. Although he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't help guessing whether this was written by Liu Ying again. Could it be that Liu Ying actually faked her death?
No matter how turbulent his mind was, Han Qianluo concealed the thoughts in his heart very well, and he couldn't see it at all on the surface. He continued to walk back very calmly, and didn't take out the cloth ball to look at it immediately.Because since the other party used such a cryptic method, it meant that there was something wrong, how could she be so stupid as to just show it.

Although he was calm and calm on the surface, Han Qianluo still quietly quickened his pace, but many people who were in a hurry to go home walked in a hurry, so Han Qianluo didn't seem too special.

Along the way, Han Qianluo was always thinking about the cloth ball in the basket, so as soon as he got home, he couldn't wait to open the cloth ball. What caught his eyes was the familiar handwriting, which was indeed Liu Ying's handwriting. There was some anticipation in Luo's heart, and his hands couldn't help trembling a little.

After reading the contents on the white cloth, Han Qianluo's previous depressed mood was completely swept away, and his mood was as good as the sun in midsummer.The content on the white cloth was very long and simple. Liu Ying said that she hoped that Han Qianluo could take him in for a while, but she didn't say anything else, but Han Qianluo didn't care.

In order to reply to Liu Ying's letter, Han Qianluo found the brush and ink that he hadn't used for a long time. Remembering that there was no paper, he went to the bedroom to find fabric. He found a random piece of fabric and started writing. Unexpectedly, the brush just got on the fabric On it, the ink spread all at once, and it was impossible to write at all. Han Qianluo had no choice but to put down the brush.

Basically, there is only linen at home, and the other fabrics are only some fabrics bought when I was hired a few days ago. Now that Han Qianluo thinks about it, fortunately she kept some at that time, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with now.Quickly find those fabrics and try them one by one, but it doesn't work.

Han Qianluo remembered seeing Liu Ying painting with ordinary cloth once before, and he didn't think it was strange at the time, but thinking about it now, how did he manage to prevent the ink from fading away?

Well, now is not the time to think about this. There is no fabric for writing at home. Han Qianluo is very troubled to reply to Liu Ying's letter. It must be too late to start making paper now.

Now Han Qianluo was very troubled and didn't know what to do. After thinking about it for a long time, he still had to peel a piece of wood to write on.

Han Qianluo looked at the thick wood chips in his hand that could be used as bricks, and felt a little depressed. It seemed that she really couldn't do this, and had to wait for Han Qingquan to come back to do it.

Not long after, Han Qingquan came back from the outside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a large pile of sawdust in the yard, and asked with some doubts: "What's going on?"

Han Qianluo quickly said: "Brother, help me cut a piece of wood, it should be thinner, I want to use it for writing."

"Okay," Han Qingquan agreed without thinking, put the ax and firewood in the corner of the wall, and then came to pick up the wood to help chip the wood, "Xiao Luo, how wide do you want to cut?"

Han Qianluo thought for a while, it was too wide to hide, and he didn't have anything else to write, so he replied, "Just write one word."

"Okay, I see."

After a while, Han Qingquan handed over the chipped wood and said, "Xiao Luo, do you think this will work?"

The wood chip is only the size of two fingernails, and the thickness is also very thin. Han Qianluo took the wood chip and looked at it. He was very satisfied and praised: "Brother's craftsmanship is really good."

"What kind of craft is this?" Han Qingquan said indifferently.

After grinding the ink, Han Qianluo put the piece of wood on the table, picked up a pen and carefully wrote a word on it: OK.It was a very simple character, but this piece of wood could barely accommodate the font of the character. Han Qianluo took out the characters written by Liu Ying and compared them. Let’s not talk about whether the characters are good-looking or not, but the size of the character There is a big difference, the characters written by her are at least twice as big as Liu Ying's.

However, Han Qianluo was only a little depressed, and then he didn't care anymore. How can she compare with Liu Ying, who have been writing brush calligraphy for a long time, so she didn't get entangled soon, as long as she could understand it. , don't care if it looks ugly or not.

Han Qianluo thought for a while, and felt that it would be safer to find something to wrap the piece of wood. It seemed inappropriate to wrap it with cloth, and then suddenly thought of the scene of hiding a note in the middle of the steamed bun in a film and television drama that he had seen before. After thinking about it, I think it should be possible to follow suit.

At this time Han Qingquan came over and asked a little strangely: "Xiao Luo, what are you thinking about, you haven't moved for a long time?"

"I'm looking for something to wrap this piece of wood?" Han Qianluo replied after regaining consciousness.

Han Qingquan took the piece of wood over and looked at it, then gave Han Qianluo a strange look, and said, "It's just that one word, it doesn't make much difference whether it's wrapped or not."

"so be it."

When she went to deliver the cake the next morning, Han Qianluo took the piece of wood with her. In fact, she didn't know how to send the piece of wood, because she didn't even notice who put the cloth in the first two times. Put it in her basket.

Han Qianluo felt that someone close to Liu Ying should have come to her, but until the cake was delivered, she still didn't see anyone different. Everything was the same as usual, which made her a little puzzled, but After thinking about it, she was still planning to walk around the market a few times, maybe she would meet the person she was looking for.

The market was still full of people coming and going. Han Qianluo walked around the market and saw several people she knew, but she never saw the person she was looking for. After thinking about it, she thought it might be her own understanding. I was wrong, so I decided to go home.

"Miss Han."

Han Qianluo seemed to hear a familiar voice calling her. He turned his head and searched the crowd, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure, the one who had treated her burns and was very familiar with Han Qingquan. Doctor.

"Langzhong, I didn't expect to see you here. I'm really surprised." Han Qianluo said, in fact, what surprised her most was that the doctor would greet her.

The doctor smiled and said: "Yes, are you alone, isn't Ah Quan with you?"

Just as they were talking, a woman with a big backpack pushed them away and said dissatisfiedly, "If you want to flirt, don't stand in the middle of the road." After speaking, she gave them a look before leaving.Seeing this, the doctor quickly said, "Let's go to the side of the road to talk."

The two moved to the side of the road, and the doctor continued: "By the way, your brother said that we are going to kiss each other. Are you sure?"

"It's already engaged, and the betrothal gift has been delivered a few days ago." Han Qianluo said indifferently. Judging from the only two contacts, it is obvious that this doctor and Han Qingquan have a good relationship, so she said a little Don't mind telling him about it.

Langzhong smiled and said, "That's really great. By the way, I have something. I don't know if you've seen it."

Han Qianluo was a little puzzled by this strange sentence, but then he saw Lang Zhong take out something from his arms and handed it to her. When he took it over, it was a strange-looking, cheap-looking rabbit. Carved from stone.

"This?" Han Qianluo was really surprised this time, "Why do you have this rabbit?" This is a very ordinary rogue rabbit, but it shouldn't appear in this era, and she only talked to one person This kind of rogue rabbit is Liu Ying.

The doctor didn't answer Han Qianluo's question, but said: "This thing is for Miss Han, but I wonder if the girl has anything for me?"

Hearing these words, Han Qianluo reacted immediately, reached out and took out the two pieces of wood the size of fingernails, and handed them to the doctor.

The doctor took the wood chip and looked at it, and gave Han Qianluo a strange look, probably because he hadn't seen the words written like this, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and said with a little ambiguity: "I know Miss Han's answer. That's it." After speaking, he returned the wood chip to Han Qianluo.

Han Qianluo almost vomited blood, she wouldn't be ashamed if she knew about it!
(End of this chapter)