Ink Burns

Chapter 47 A Blood Letter

After returning to the embroidery building, Miss Wang Er returned with a bag of money and waited for someone at the Chuihua Gate. Less than half an hour later, it began to rain. Under the eaves, a figure ran in nimbly and briskly. Huang Zhi patted the rain off his shoulders and lowered his voice: "They've all been sent out! The mule cart outside honked three times, and soon the sound of wheels was heard."

Huang Zhi wanted to ask who was supporting her outside, but she held back and didn't ask: Our smart little girl only earns the money she can, saves it, buys a shop, opens a pancake shop, and then finds a son-in-law, and lives a happy life.

The prerequisite is that the boss must be reliable.

The Cheng family is too unreliable. Halfway through the work, the boss died and the boss's wife ran away through a dog hole. It seems that this family of dealers will not last much longer.

There is a saying that goes: Good birds choose big trees to live in.

Before she came to the Cheng family, she worked as a tea girl in the gambling business for a few days. It didn't matter whether she bet big or small, what mattered was to place bets that others looked down upon and could not afford. As a retail investor, she might be able to become the banker by following the con man!
Don’t ask about things that don’t concern you, but if something concerns you, you must get to the bottom of it.

Huang Zhi asked in a low voice: "Why don't you ask the lady who the crimson invitation card is for?"

The boss lady has found one for herself; as for the remaining bosses, she has to work hard to find them herself!

Miss Wang Er shrugged and pointed to her head: "Look what this is?"

"Head." Huang Zhi said concisely.

Miss Wang Er: "This is the disparity in the human world."

Huang Zhi:?
"I never understood what March was trying to do, and you come to ask me?"

Miss Wang Er couldn't believe it: "Why don't you ask Shanyue directly and avoid the middleman to make a profit? You may have to get scolded by me."

Huang Zhi: She doesn’t dare.

In the past, Miss He was amiable, gentle and docile.
After this night, she felt that her amiability, gentleness and docility were just masks of the King of Hell, and inside she was the kind of sister who would take drastic measures to break her heart if she didn't agree with anything.

Miss Wang Er didn't want to discuss things she wasn't good at anymore. She took out a handful of money from her bag and handed it to Huang Zhi: "The kitchen is still on fire. Sanyue said that she would lose all the money before going back. When the truth is revealed, there will be plenty of people to testify for us."

When it comes to playing cards, the worst losses are the most memorable.

It's so impressive that I have an alibi.

Huang Zhi weighed the copper coin and understood immediately. Without saying anything, he followed Miss Wang Er to the kitchen, and instantly felt like a bird in the forest, like a fish in water.

When it was dark and the show was over, Huang Zhi yawned and threw coins in front of Wang Erniang, "I'll return your capital, and I'll take the prize. Don't worry, Erniang, I'll win. Those old women hate me to the core and have a deep impression of me."

Miss Wang Er:? . Damn it, there is actually a way to not lose money!
Huang Zhi returned to the wing room. Before leaving, Miss Wang Er stuffed a book of accounts done by Duan into her hands and reminded her, "Put it back to its original place and don't let anyone find it." After saying that, she tiptoed back to the embroidery building. The light in the inner room was still on. She pushed the door open and saw Shanyue writing quickly.

Hearing the noise, Shan Yue trembled all over, and only calmed down when he saw that it was Miss Wang Er, but he didn't put down the pen in his hand: "Are you back? Did you lose all your money?"

Miss Wang Er felt very humiliated when she talked about it: "Damn it, you said I lost everything, but I am stubborn. I am the mahjong master of Sichuan, but I lost to a bunch of rabble! - Huang Zhi is smart. Even if he wins money and gets hated, he can still be remembered!"

Shan Yue laughed unconsciously, the corners of his lips just curled up, but immediately flattened out.

Miss Wang Er moved a stool and sat next to Shanyue. She saw a thick notebook. She couldn't read, so she asked Shanyue, "What's written in it?"

"What happened today."

Shan Yue tapped his forehead with the tip of his pen: "When I was a street performer under an overpass, the troupe leader asked me to climb up a three-meter-high pole with my bare hands. I hit my head on the ground, and my memory has been bad since then. Whenever I encounter something important, I must write it down."

Miss Wang Er felt a little sad, but she didn't say it.

As Shan Yue spoke, the marks on the words on the letter disappeared.

Miss Wang Er was surprised: "Huh? It's gone!"

"The hidden ink in the martial arts world is black when written, but it will disappear on the paper after a while. If you put the paper over the candle flame, the words will reappear." Shan Yue said calmly: "If I die, this notebook will not cause trouble to others."

"Damn it, you little kid, why are you dying? Bah bah bah!" Miss Wang slapped her mouth in anger. She didn't dare to slap Shanyue's mouth, so she could only slap her own mouth.

Miss Wang Er wanted to ask a lot of questions, but after thinking about it, Wu Ye would always ask a lot of questions. "Actually, Wu Ye likes you very much." Miss Wang Er scratched her head and cursed in a low voice: "Although he is stingy and doesn't want to pay for your medicine, but if there is really something, you can tell him."

Shan Yue finally stopped writing, turned around, and looked directly at Miss Wang Er: "What about you? Aren't you curious about what I want to do?"

Miss Wang Er shook her head like a rattle: "I'm not curious, I won't ask even if I want to."

After a while, he said again: "You must not harm the second lady."

Miss Wang Er yawned loudly and said, "Sleep! Tomorrow there will be a funeral for the dead fat kid, we have to get up early."

Thinking about getting up early tomorrow, Miss Wang Er's cursing skills have improved: "-- Damn that fat kid, he beats people when he's alive and tortures people when he's dead. When he goes to hell, the King of Hell will punish him by making lard out of his fat!"

Shan Yue looked at the thin and short back of Miss Wang Er.

After a long time, he turned around and picked up the pen, continuing to write quickly. He put the pen into the washing rack only after he finished writing.

The window frame was half open, and the candle in the east wing was covered with a copper hollow lampshade. The hollow copper ball was no match for the paper lantern, so it sacrificed light transmittance but preserved safety, all because Shan Yue was afraid of fire.

Although she didn't say it, Miss Wang Er had noticed it at some point, and she made a scene in the Cheng family's warehouse speaking Sichuan dialect, and helped Shanyue get a dozen luminous copper balls.

Shanyue leaned forward slightly, facing the faint candlelight, and tapped the surface of the copper ball with the tip of a pen, which was slightly rusted.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The sound was dull and low, and the final note gradually fell into the ground.

It would be enough for her to die alone.

Others cannot die.

When she died, she left everything to Wang Erniang.

Oh.

Leave the money to Huang Zhi.

That girl was transformed from a golden toad, and she loves money the most in the world.
Shanyue slowly stood up and closed the window.

She has wanted to die for a long time, but she can't die now.

She only then knew the names of those people. Although the Cheng family was in chaos, the root of the evil had not been eliminated.

Shui Guang, and her little Shui Guang, her little Shui Guang might still be alive.

Shanyue thought for a moment, lowered his head and flipped the pages of the notebook back to the last page. He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, crossed out a line, and started a new one.

Then just live again.

Live two more days in this damn world.

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Before dawn the next day, the sound of suona from the funeral procession filled half of Songjiang Prefecture. Paper money flew into the sky, white banners fluttered in the wind, and Master Cheng was buried, with his filial sons and grandsons crying bitterly.

The external play is over, and the internal play begins again with the beating of drums.

After the Cheng family returned home, two strong men from the clan broke into the stable, but found the room empty and a blood-written letter on the lame table.

"In August of the seventh year of Chengde, I rode a four-horse carriage to a hot spring village in the suburbs to recuperate. No one accompanied me along the way."

　There is only one update today. It’s the first day of my period. I’m feeling uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)