Chapter 367: Beat you for the master

Chapter 367: Beat you for the master

After that day, Blacksmith Ma never smiled and talked to people like before. He had a sullen face all day long, as if everyone owed him money.

Also from this year on, Malu never came back.

Only Yu'er has never stopped year after year.

In today's blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin is the only one who forges iron.

His craftsmanship has far surpassed that of a horse blacksmith, but the price is still the same as it was more than ten years ago.

Everyone in the city knows that if you want to blacksmith, you must come to Master Jiang.

At the end of the year again, Yu'er came to the door carrying things as usual, but only saw Lu Yinghong, so she asked: "Where are Uncle Ma and Brother Chen?"

Lu Yinghong wiped the corners of her eyes: "Your Uncle Ma has been in poor health recently. Hong Chen has gone to see a doctor for him."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Lin came back with the doctor.

"Brother Chen." Yu'er shouted.

Jiang Lin hummed and hurried into the room with the doctor.

Yu'er followed behind, opened the door curtain, and saw Blacksmith Ma lying on the bed, colorless.

The doctor went over and took his pulse, while Yu'er asked in a low voice beside him: "Why did Uncle Ma suddenly become so ill?"

But as soon as she finished asking, she realized something.

"Is it because of Malu?"

Lu Yinghong didn't say a word, just stood by the door with her head lowered, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Lin looked at Yu'er and shook his head slightly at her.

Yu'er immediately understood that this was telling her not to ask any more questions.

After a while, the doctor took his pulse and called several people out of the room.

"He has been suffering from depression for a long time, and now he is terminally ill. I will grab some medicine for him and take it first. But looking at the current situation, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive until the next year."

Lu Yinghong's body swayed and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yu'er's eyesight and hands were quick to hold her up.

"I'll go back with you to get the medicine." Jiang Lin said and turned to look at Yu'er.

Yu'er seemed to understand what he wanted to say: "I'm here, go get the medicine."

Jiang Lin nodded, followed the doctor and turned around and walked out the door.

After grabbing some medicine at the drug store, the doctor took him and whispered: "Master Ma will be ill soon. If you have a chance, please ask Master Ma to come back and see him."

"Yeah."

After leaving the medicine shop, Jiang Lin did not go back to the blacksmith shop first, but walked towards the outside of the city.

His steps were long and fast.

One step forward and the distance is hundreds of meters.

Not long after, Jiang Lin stood at the door of the prefect's house two hundred miles away.

Knowing that he was coming to see Malu, not long after the servant went in to report, a fat and ugly woman came out.

Her face was pockmarked and she had a fat head and big ears.

After looking Jiang Lin up and down, she asked, "Are you the Brother Chen that your husband mentioned?"

The woman's voice was very pleasant, as clear and sweet as a lark.

Jiang Lin nodded and asked: "Where is Malu?"

"He was promoted to associate professor and just went to work today. If you have anything, you can tell me." The woman bowed her knees to Jiang Lin and said in a gentle voice: "Sister-in-law Shen Zhijun, I often heard my husband mention Brother Chen before, but today I saw him , It is indeed extraordinary.”

It turns out that she is the daughter of the prefect.

Seeing that Ma Lu was not there, Jiang Lin handed over his hands and planned to leave.

Shen Zhiyun suddenly said: "I have never returned home in these years since you married me. Can you fulfill your filial piety on my behalf?"

Jiang Lin looked at her, then shook his head slightly: "No need."

Watching his leaving figure, Shen Zhiyun called the housekeeper and ordered: "Take five hundred taels and send them to my husband's house as a sign of filial piety for my husband."

"Yes."

When Jiang Lin arrived at the blacksmith shop, he saw Yu'er wiping Lu Yinghong's tears with a handkerchief.

Seeing Jiang Lin coming back, Yu'er quickly stood up: "Brother Chen."

Jiang Lin nodded slightly at her, and did not say that he had been to the magistrate's house. He only said: "I'm going to boil the medicine for the master."

One day later, someone sent five hundred taels of silver, saying that it was Lord Tongzhi's filial piety.

Lu Yinghong hurriedly asked: "Where's Malu, when will he come back?"

The boy shook his head: "Master Tongzhi has just left for his post, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come back soon."

Lu Yinghong looked sad and said no more.

A few days later, Blacksmith Ma seemed to be feeling better.

When he learned that Malu had sent someone to deliver five hundred taels, he threw the wooden box containing the silver out.

Lu Yinghong squatted on the ground with her head lowered and picked up the silver piece by piece.

Blacksmith Ma shouted angrily from behind: "I told you not to let him go to school and learn blacksmithing from me, but you insisted on letting him go. As a woman, I shouldn't have listened to you!"

Lu Yinghong squatted there, putting the silver into the wooden box, tears falling down her eyes.

Blacksmith Ma shouted and fell down.

Lu Yinghong turned around and saw this scene, and the silver in her hand fell to the ground.

She exclaimed and ran towards the house.

"The boss!"

Blacksmith Ma's fall made his condition worse, and his health became worse day by day.

It wasn't until a few days before the new year that my condition improved.

Yu'er came back very early this year, and her business has reached a bottleneck in the past few years.

The stall was too big and there was no one around me to rely on, so I was exhausted both physically and mentally.

But she still brought many gifts as she did in previous years, distributed one to all the neighbors, and finally came to the blacksmith shop.

Seeing Blacksmith Ma sitting at the dinner table, Yu'er asked with some surprise: "Uncle Ma, have you recovered from your illness?"

Blacksmith Ma didn't speak, he just looked at the door, as if waiting for something.

Lu Yinghong poured wine for him, but was pushed away by her hand.

Yu'er knew who he was waiting for, but he probably wouldn't be able to wait this year. When I was doing business outside, I heard someone say that Malu did very well after becoming Tongzhi, and he might be promoted to prefect in a few years.

But Yu'er didn't say this. Instead, she sat down and chatted casually with Lu Yinghong.

Her eyes still glanced at Jiang Lin aside from time to time, but Jiang Lin only stared at Blacksmith Ma.

In his field of vision, the traces of aura on Blacksmith Ma's body were gradually disappearing and dimming.

Jiang Lin understood what this meant, and it was the same when several familiar neighborhood elders passed away.

Horse blacksmith is dying.

Just like this, from morning to night, Yu'er went back amidst her mother's shouts.

Late at night, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

He got up, put on his clothes and came to the door.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I felt a little lost for a moment.

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At this time, Yu'er heard a shrill cry.

"The boss!"

The voice was very familiar, and her heart skipped a beat. She didn't even bother to put on her clothes neatly, and ran quickly in the direction where the cry came from.

When they arrived at the blacksmith shop, Yu'er saw that many neighbors had already come over.

Lu Yinghong was holding Blacksmith Ma's body in the back room, crying her heart out.

A table of carefully prepared meals was thoroughly cold.

It fell to the ground and was completely dirty.

Yu'er ran quickly towards Lu Yinghong, while looking left and right but did not see the familiar figure.

Just as she ran to the door, she heard a crunch next to her.

Turning around, he saw Jiang Lin holding something unknown in his hand. After walking out of the house, he ran away without looking back.

Yu'er was stunned.

What is Brother Chen going to do at this time?

In the dark night, Jiang Lin's figure shuttled quickly through the night.

He runs faster than a year ago, covering hundreds of meters in one stride.

Not long after, he stood at the door of the prefect's house again.

There were faint sounds of laughter and laughter in the yard, and it was the habit of large families to keep vigil at night.

The sleepy servant at the door saw him striding towards him and subconsciously raised his hand to block him: "Who are you? This is..."

Jiang Lin didn't say anything, grabbed his arm and threw him away.

Then he raised his leg and kicked out.

The two heavy doors made a loud bang and were kicked far away, shattering against the solid screen wall.

Jiang Lin kept walking forward.

He had no intention of turning a corner, so he raised his hand and punched him halfway.

The screen wall, which was carved from a solid piece of hard stone, crumbled like tofu under his fist.

Amidst the crashing sound, several figures appeared in Jiang Lin's field of vision.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a delicate mustache and a vigorous look, looked towards this side with an astonished expression.

After seeing Jiang Lin's face clearly, the middle-aged man looked even more shocked.

"Brother Chen?"

He is Ma Lu, who has not been seen for many years.

The servants and guards rushed out with swords, guns and clubs. Jiang Lin stepped forward and walked straight into the inner courtyard.

Looking at the burly figure, and then glancing at the broken door and screen wall, a trace of anger flashed in Ma Lu's eyes.

He waved his hand to signal the appliances and guards not to be impulsive, then looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Brother Chen, what do you mean? You are celebrating the New Year, come and cause trouble in my house!"

Jiang Lin ignored him, walked straight to him, and stretched out his hand.

When Malu saw the thing in his hand, he felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Several young men and women around him looked at Jiang Lin curiously.

Jiang Lin didn't look at anyone. He reached out and opened the bag and took out the shriveled and rock-hard candied haws inside.

Then he said: "You sewed this for me back then, and I will give it to you now."

Only then did Malu remember that he had sewed a bag for Jiang Lin when he was young.

But that was all many years ago, and I have long forgotten it. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "Is this the purpose of your visit today?"

His tone and eyes were full of anger, as if Jiang Lin had done something treacherous.

"No." Jiang Lin shook his head and pressed his fingers slightly, and the bag was crushed into dust by him.

Then Jiang Lin waved to Ma Lu and said, "Come here."

Malu walked up with a sullen face, looking up at Jiang Lin, who was as tall as a mountain.

"You..."

He was about to speak when he felt as if his cheek had been hit with a giant hammer.

"Dad!"

"Husband!"

"My lord!"

Amidst the screams one after another, Ma Lu was slapped by Jiang Lin and flew away.

He never expected that Jiang Lin would dare to hurt someone. He fell heavily to the ground. When he was helped up by several guards, he was still dizzy and his mouth was full of fishy smell.

"Bold! Catch him!" Several guards drew their weapons and surrounded him.

Jiang Lin, however, didn't even look at the guards. He only stared at Malu who was being supported by others. His voice was low and he rolled past the magistrate's house like muffled thunder.

"Master is dead."

Malu raised his head in shock, but Jiang Lin's deep voice did not stop.

"Come today, I will whip you for Master first, and then I will take you back to attend the funeral."

(End of chapter)