Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

The young couple soon arrived at North Street and found Zhang Dachui's blacksmith shop.

The two were led to the backyard by a boy, where a man with a naked upper body and strong muscles was facing away from them.

The middle-aged man, who was holding the iron block with a pair of pliers in one hand and hammering it with a hammer in the other, raised his head when he heard the sound. His men did not stop, but only glanced at the two of them, and then continued to hammer the iron block.

"Why are you here again, kid?" he asked while beating.

Lü Bocheng hurried over when he heard it: "It's not me who wants to come this time, it's my wife who wants to come."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Gong Qingmei.

Su Qingmei could tell from the conversation between the two that Lü Bocheng was familiar with the shop owner.

Yes, he had been in the town for nearly 20 years, and he knew every corner and every person.

"What do you want to beat?" Zhang Dachui's men asked without stopping.

"I want to make a breastplate."

The man paused and looked up at her. Lü Bocheng also looked at her in surprise.

"Breastplate? For me?" Lü Bocheng's mouth corners lifted, grinning.

The big hammer couldn't bear to see him like this, so he turned his eyes away.

He continued his action: "If you want to make his war gear, he has prepared it. If you don't have anything to make, get out quickly. It's hot already, and it's even hotter when you come in."

Su Qingmei looked at him. The fire was burning next to him. On Zhang Dachui's strong wheat-colored skin, beads of sweat rolled down, one after another...

Suddenly her vision was blocked...

Looking closely, Lü Bocheng was blocking her way, whispering to her ear: "Where are you looking?"

Su Qingmei rolled her eyes at him and looked at the shelves in the backyard. There were all kinds of iron tools and iron lumps. Most of the finished products were farm tools, kitchen utensils and the like.

"Don't you have a dagger or a sword?"

Lü Bocheng quickly stopped her and explained to her: "You need a government approval to make weapons. If you report it, you can't open your shop."

Su Qingmei nodded. It seems that the government has strict control over private blacksmith shops.

After thinking about it, since Lü Bocheng has already prepared the protective gear, she didn't worry about it, so she said to Zhang Dachui: "Master Zhang, I'll make two small things. I don't know if you have paper and pen. I'll draw them to see if you can do it."

Zhang Dachui shouted loudly, and the young man who was watching the shop in front ran in again.

"Go get paper and pen." "Yes, Master."

He quickly went into the house and got paper and pen.

Su Qingmei drew an egg separator and a mixer on the paper and handed them to Zhang Dachui.

Zhang Dachui took it and looked at it, nodded: "It can be made, come and get it in two days."

Su Qingmei was relieved. After paying the money, she and Lü Bocheng left the shop.

On the way, she asked him, "Did you use the gold ingot to make a protective outfit?"

Lü Bocheng nodded, "After listening to the military book you talked about, I thought I must work hard to live longer. In the future, I will practice the contents of the military book myself. My master asked me to find Zhang Dachui. Only then did I know that Zhang Dachui was actually a great man. Although he has a lame leg, his craftsmanship is really superb, and he can even make weapons. My master said he is a man with a story."

Limped one leg? When he was sitting, she didn't see it. However, she agreed with what his master said, that man was not simple at first glance, with clear eyes, which ordinary people would not have.

Su Qingmei took him to the cloth shop to buy some silk and some wear-resistant thick cloth, and then returned to the Lu family.

"Why did you buy these silks? Not only does it cost money, but Wu will also complain if you wear it. And this thick cloth, so thick, don't you think it is stuffy in this season?"

Lü Bocheng held a few pieces of cloth and kept complaining about it.

Su Qing'an was impatient to listen, so she simply quickened her pace and rushed into the house before him.

This woman! She doesn't understand that the husband is the leader! A country girl, uneducated. Lu Bocheng gritted his teeth at Su Qing'an's back and decided to give her a good shake of the husband's leader at night.

After dinner, Su Qing'an stopped Aunt Zhou who was about to leave.

"Aunt Zhou, I heard you say last time that your mother-in-law and your daughter are doing the work of mending clothes outside, right? I wonder if they will do the work of making ready-made clothes?"

Since Aunt Zhou was hired by the Lu family to do the work, she has been very grateful, coming early and leaving late.

She does the work well, is not talkative, and is diligent. Even the most picky Wu said nothing to her. She herself is very grateful to the Lu family. With this fixed job, she can take home one or two taels of silver every month, which is a great subsidy.

So she not only did the work on the stove at the Lu family, but also did the work of sweeping wine, mending clothes, and washing oars, which saved Wu a lot of effort. Su Qing'an was also relieved and was very grateful to her. Occasionally, she would let her take the leftovers from the kitchen back home.

Her mother-in-law and daughter took jobs outside, and they didn't get paid every day. Not only was the work hard, but they didn't get much money. So she cherished the work at the Lu family. She was afraid that the Lu family would be dissatisfied and fire her.

The newly married young wife called her and she was feeling uneasy.

When she heard Su Qing'an asking her, she responded and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my daughter and mother-in-law are good at sewing. The stitches are fine and the hands and feet are neat and tidy. All the families who have asked them to do work have praised them." Su Qing'an looked at her cautious expression, smiled and said: "That's good. You also know that Lu Bocheng is leaving, I want you to help make a few clothes. The clothes are different from what we usually see." "We can do it. Madam, we will do it as you tell us." "Just call me by my name, it seems more intimate."

"Hey. Okay, okay."

Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Fortunately, you are married, otherwise who would prepare these for Bo Cheng. A motherless child... Oh, I hope he survives, otherwise no one in this family will remember their mother and son... If my wife and my eldest son can survive..."

Su Qingyu listened silently and comforted her a few words. After she calmed down, she handed her some pieces of cloth. He explained to her again. The other party repeatedly said that he would hurry up and do it well, and then left with the cloth in his arms.

When they returned to the room, they encountered Lu Bocheng asking endless questions. Su Qingyu was annoyed by the questions and yelled at her: "The cloth is not for me, but for you to make clothes!"

Lu Bocheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was an indescribable emotion in his heart.

After his mother died, he was always asking Lu Shengcai for new clothes. Now someone finally took the initiative to pull cloth and make him clothes?

"You, you woman, are making clothes for me. Why are you so secretive about it? Besides, I don't need to use silk to make clothes! You woman, you don't know what to do. Silk is not expensive, isn't it? Wear it. Just make it for you. When you wear it, avoid Wu. I will go to Zhou's house and let them change it for you. "

Although this woman has never been shy and coquettish in front of him, it seems that she still knows that her husband is the wife. Also make me silk clothes.

This woman, really. Lu Bocheng felt so beautiful in his heart that he grinned and was about to go out.

Su Qingnao stopped him: "Come back!"

"I'll be back as soon as I go. I'll wear silk clothes soon." Lu Bocheng muttered without looking back.

What's wrong with this? You're talking to yourself!

"Those are for you to wear on the battlefield!" Su Qingyu yelled again.

ah? Do I need to wear silk clothes on the battlefield? Lu Bocheng had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot, but the other was still inside. He twisted his body and looked back at her with a puzzled expression.