Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

6.10 - General Qiu: I have one in each hand...

　　The number one scholar, with red robe and black hair, rides high on a maroon horse with a handsome figure.

　　But at this moment, his hands grasped the reins so tightly that even the veins on his head were protruding. The slave who was still clamoring saw the lines under the pair of blue and white porcelain bottles with his own eyes and was startled. He turned to look at his master in surprise and confusion. After taking a look, he suddenly made up his mind. He had to throw this dirty water back no matter what. Such a great day must not be ruined in the hands of this group of people who came out of nowhere!

　　"We bought it," he straightened his back and shouted, "How do we know who the original owner is!"

　　Kou Qiu put his hands in his sleeves and smiled softly.

　　"I bought it," he said slowly, "then I dare to ask the champion, which store did it come from and where did it get the money?"

　　Shen Hanxiu said nothing, as if he had solidified into a statue made of stone. He pursed his lips, and did not look at Kou Qiu again. He just silently raised his gaze and looked deeply into the distance.

　　"it's me."

　　Kou Qiu still looked at him and said word by word: "I have been working as a handyman in the Nanfeng Pavilion since I was twelve years old to provide for you——"

　　"Boss Liu!"

　　The champion suddenly cut off his words, and the original calm could no longer be maintained. His eyes flicked over, and he couldn't tell what was inside. It seemed like the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were all mixed together, making the smell messy. He looked at Kou Qiu, his eyes slowly filled with pleading.

　　"...Boss Liu."

　　Kou Qiu saw the begging, but he didn't relent at all.

　　"Shen Zhuangyuan," he said softly and firmly, "I have already given you a chance."

　　More than once.

　　In the relationship between the two, Duan Cun is always the one losing ground. If Shen Hanxiu said he liked it, he would give it to him without any principle; if Shen Hanxiu said he needed it, he would make money to buy it for him even if his hands were blistered. At first it was just out of care for fellow villagers, but later on, this feeling gradually changed.

　　In Duan Cun's heart, Shen Hanxiu's position was very high. Shen Hanxiu is smart and elegant. He was born to sit in the academy and be a young master who doesn't have to worry about anything.

　　But he was born to be Feng Chen.

　　He worked hard all his life. He worked so hard that his position was lowered into ashes, but he still couldn't let that person lower his head to look at him.

　　Even his hard-earned money felt dirty to Shen Hanxiu.

　　But so what, Shen Hanxiu had clearly forgotten that he himself was raised by these dirty money.

　　But now, Duan Cun has finally given up. When Kou Qiu raised his head and looked at the livid Zhuangyuan Lang in front of him, his heart was calm and there was no more fluctuation caused by this person.

　　"Why," he said with a smile, "Shen Zhuangyuan is scared?"

　　Fine lines wrinkled on Shen Hanxiu's forehead. He pulled the rope in and squeezed it hard into his hand. After a long time, he shouted softly, "Duan Cun."

　　The people didn't know who Duan Cun was, so they all whispered in surprise. Kou Qiu took in all the panic and anxiety of the person in front of him, and listened to his almost pleading voice, but still did not retreat.