Cost effective

Mu Qingyun snorted, smiled, and stared at the building for a few times, somewhat surprised and confused.

This historian, Lou Ying, was so involved in the drama that he thought he was one of the Three Wise Men, and had no memory of Lou Fang at all.

Or is he acting too well?

This script is different from the previous ones, and Mu Qingyun himself will be influenced by Zhang Qingqing.

Her emotions towards her mother Yue Ling are strong and complicated. When facing her father Zhang Qing, she is very calm.

Zhang Qingqing's fifteen years of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy seemed to have become her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

All kinds of thoughts were crowded in his mind, and Mu Qingyun didn't think about it anymore. He was here, so he should do as the Romans do. He was Zhang Qingqing, so he only regarded this person as Lou Ying.

The story is over, let’s go home together.

Fortunately, they both have the surname Lou, so you don't have to worry about calling him Mr. Lou by mistake.

Situ Qingshuang was obviously poisoned by Lou's shamelessness and had nothing to say. She sneered a few times and forced herself to stand up, no longer paying attention to this person.

He raised his hand and saluted Mu Qingyun politely: "Thank you, Miss, for saving my life."

After a pause, he continued: "Mu Shishi is always ruthless when it comes to our young warriors from the Ming Dynasty. Miss, you must be careful."

Aren’t these two alive?

Humph, the merciless sword of the Ming Dynasty was not summarized by historians. It was said by his enemies themselves. They said that with the merciless sword, once the sword is released, the road to the underworld is opened, and the sword is so bright that only the souls of the dead can read it.

After saying a few words casually, Mu Qingyun returned home with the medicine bag.

Huh? The information is wrong. The historians of the Mishima Kingdom are too good at bragging. They say all day long that no one survived the attack of their Mu Shiyi quasi-sacred sword.

Situ Qingshuang was startled, tightened the reins tightly, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and turned around to glare: "If you want to die, find a place where there is no one around."

The medicine was a bit hot, so Mu Qingyun stirred it vigorously back and forth with a spoon for a long time, blew on it, and then handed it to Yue Ling.

Half the street was in ruins.

Both of these two have faced the sword of Quasi-Sacred Wood Eleven.

"He has participated in several rounds of domestic round-robin competitions and achieved very good results. He also won the top prize twice."

Situ Qingshuang particularly emphasized the word 'beautiful'.

Lou Ying smiled and said, "One tael of gold is a lot, but how can it be enough to compensate you?"

Lou Ying immediately stepped forward and grabbed the ponytail.

Zhang Qing is forty-one this year, and he can still take the exam for another ten years before he is very old. It depends on whether the scrap metal at home can support him for another ten years.

The six offices of the county government officials, household, rites, soldiers, criminals, and workers were separated, and each had their own examinations. Whichever office you passed the exam would go to work in that office.

Mu Qingyun went to boil the medicine and deliver it to Yue Ling, but Zhang Qing didn't come over to trouble her immediately.

The stalls along the roadside were broken into pieces. At Sister-in-law Zhang's tofu shop, only half of the stove at the door was left. The pork stall had pork all over the floor, and a lot of it fell into the sewer.

After arriving at Shouchuntang, after grabbing the medicine, Mu Qingyun and Situ Qingshuang inquired about which martial arts gym was better in Yuncheng.

"Qingqing, it's time for you to practice your needlework."

"Zhuo Yanfei is a master in the realm of seeking truth. He is only one step away from breaking through illusion. He learned Baiyun Sect's most beautiful swordsmanship - 'Crane Meng'."

After a long silence, he had no choice but to take out the gold foil, pearls on the float, and the remaining twelve gold leaves in his purse to pay compensation to Lou Ying.

He whipped Lou Ying's arm away with his backhand, but Lou Ying didn't dodge. Situ Qingshuang's whip really landed on his arm, causing his sleeves to split and blood to ooze out, and his color suddenly changed.

"Half the street was damaged."

Mu Qingyun watched Yue Ling drink the medicine, took a basin towel, washed her face carefully, combed her hair, and got some clothes for Yue Ling to put on.

After this chaos on the street, the rickshaw driver had already disappeared.

It felt familiar and close. She seemed to have a lot to say, but it didn't seem necessary to say it. She seemed to have a lot of expectations, and it seemed like... she wanted to protect her.

But with this familiar little move today, her heart suddenly settled.

Mu Qingyun burst into laughter. This was probably the sequelae of memorizing too much information and having to think of everything he saw.

After saying that, he turned around and looked around.

Nowadays, taking the exam every year is considered a habit. Although I can't help but lament in private that people's hearts are not as old as the times and the world is in a bad state, the exam still has to be taken.

Mu Qingyun saw Divine Doctor Liu hiding near a row of tea sheds by the road from a distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Mu Qingyun could clearly feel the existence of Zhang Qingqing's life.

Mu Qingyun didn't quite believe in Mr. Zhang Er's ability to take exams, but it was better for him to finish studying with his friends than to stare at himself.

Situ Qingshuang exhaled and said angrily: "Of course you will have to pay for the rest."

I heard from my mother that the old scholar was discussing with some friends about taking the exam.

Situ Qingshuang walked to the wine shop that was half destroyed by him, dug around, dug out the small gold ingot she had left behind from under the broken wooden board, found a fragment of his broken sword, and carefully carved words on the wooden board.

Yue Ling's face looked much better than the previous few days. She stared at Mu Qingyun, her eyebrows suddenly softened.

The elderly were very dissatisfied with this in the early years, feeling that the noble scholars had become tainted with vulgar taste.

In the past two years, more and more people have taken the exam. Although a lot of people have been admitted, it is still very difficult to take the exam.

After the restructuring, as long as the family is clean and there are no adulterers among close relatives, everyone can take the exam.

At this time, in the Ming Dynasty, since the reform of the crown prince, the examination has changed from one examination every three years to one examination every year. The specific time is different every year. It is based on demand, and it is generally in the late spring and early summer.

Situ Qingshuang said casually: "Yuncheng Martial Arts School, the official one is hosted by Zhuo Yanfei of Baiyun Sect."

If you are injured, you must see a doctor.

The house is quiet and quiet.

The best medical clinic in Yuncheng is Shouchuntang, and the best doctor is Dr. Liu. There is no other number two.

After finishing writing, Situ Qingshuang asked the coachman who had been hiding early to put away the accessories and bead curtains that fell from his float, then got on his horse and left.

To the effect that Situ accidentally destroyed Guigui Winery, I hereby pay you one tael in compensation. If you have any other matters, please go to Fengxiang Bank to negotiate.

"My little phoenix has never killed anyone, so the first murder record should be on you. It's unfair!"

Seeing the stalemate between the two 'young heroes' over there, I thought for a while and simply invited them to go to the hospital together.

But when the day comes every year, just thinking about the department to apply for can make people die of worry.

Qingqing, who told her to die quickly that day, made her a little frightened for no reason. She always felt that this child seemed to have changed a lot.

Just like this, they in the Ming Dynasty did not see the wind blowing.

The clothes were sewn by her stitch by stitch.

She thought she did a good job, the stitching was smooth and there were no threads. She fully demonstrated Zhang Qingqing's skills. The waist was slightly pinched and the pattern was even better.

But Yue Ling obviously didn't like this needlework skill.

The clothes fit so well, so I can save some fabric now. How do I stuff clothes inside in winter?

Fabrics with beautiful colors like this are more cost-effective if they can be worn in all seasons.
Chapter completed!