People who are accustomed to suffering cannot bear happiness.

Gu Qing is like a person who has been in darkness all year round and suddenly sees a ray of sunshine. He is panicked, lost, and at a loss.

The past life is gone, but there are still knots in the heart that cannot be let go. This life may be a new life, but Gu Qing in this life does not want to accept the kindness from strangers.

He was afraid that the kindness would only last for a short time, and he was afraid that one day strangers would become indifferent to him again and he would not be able to bear the huge loss.

Half a jar of wine went down his throat, and with the help of his slight drunkenness, Gu Qing suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He is always calm, and for him, abnormal mood swings are a sign of failure or misfortune.

Sitting on the futon tiredly, Gu Qing lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Gensheng's eyes were straight, his expression was like dementia, and he was mumbling.

Feng Aweng looked at the expressions of the two of them curiously and scratched his head in confusion. Seeing Song Gensheng's lips moving, Feng Aweng got closer and heard clearly that what Song Gensheng was saying was what Gu Qing had just said.

"I hope that people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart... I hope that we will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart..."

Feng Aweng was a little confused. Is this a poem? It seems very good.

After a long time, Song Gensheng came to his senses, pushed Gu Qing, and said in a trembling voice: "Gu Qing, Gu Qing! Come back to your senses!"

Gu Qing raised his head and glanced at him.

"Gu Qing, have you really never read a book?" Song Gensheng looked at him with unfamiliar eyes as if his life was just like the first time he met him.

"I haven't read it, so what? Am I proud?" Gu Qing said impatiently.

"'May we live forever, and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart' is a poem you just composed?" Song Gensheng said excitedly.

Gu Qing frowned: "Did I just compose a poem?"

"It's a wonderful sentence. I want to know the whole poem. Can you tell me?"

"Are you crazy? I am illiterate. How can I compose poetry? Is the brain of a scholar so fragile? I become confused when I drink." Gu Qing retorted mercilessly.

Song Gensheng was not fooled this time. He grabbed his arm hard and looked directly at Gu Qing's face with determination.

"You composed a poem, and Feng Aweng also heard it."

Feng Aweng hesitated for a moment and said: "The old man did hear Gu Qing say something just now, but the old man is illiterate, so I don't know if what he said was poetry..."

"It's poetry!" Song Gensheng said firmly.

After drinking half a jar of fruit wine, Gu Qing was already feeling a little energetic. He grabbed Song Gensheng impatiently and walked towards the door.

"You drank too much. Go back and take a nap. When you wake up, you will regret and cry for the stupid things you said tonight. Get out of here."

He kicked Song Gensheng out and sent him away thousands of miles away.

Then Gu Qing turned around and looked at Feng Aweng. Feng Aweng hurriedly stood up, leaning on a cane and said: "Old man, go by yourself, go by yourself, without any effort."

Gu Qing regained his gentle demeanor, smiled and saluted: "Feng Aweng is good to go."

A disabled old man left quickly with an unusually vigorous posture. Gu Qing closed the door, looked at the empty yard, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's finally quiet, it's great."

There was only half a jar of wine left on the table. Gu Qing didn't like the taste of fruit wine, but he suddenly wanted to get drunk alone tonight.

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The production of pottery kilns is in full swing.

Hao Donglai and Shi Daxing may not be considered good people, but they are professional and efficient when it comes to making money.

After the third batch of finished products from the pottery kiln were delivered to Qingcheng County, Shi Daxing recruited people from various kiln entrances in the suburbs of Qingcheng County, and soon brought more than a hundred people to Shiqiao Village, mostly young and experienced workers.

Old kiln workers. These include glazing craftsmen, kiln firing craftsmen, and various helpers doing odd jobs.

Shiqiao Village, which had been quiet for many years, suddenly became lively.

Gu Qing accepted the order and mobilized everyone to open up a hundred-foot-square flat land on the hillside near the kiln entrance to build houses for the new craftsmen and kiln workers. At the same time, he expanded the pottery kiln and covered all the important core areas around the kiln entrance.

Surround it with a fence and send villagers from the village to guard it day and night. New craftsmen are not allowed to enter without permission.

As for the wages of the craftsmen, they are still calculated at one penny per person per day.

The scene of the busy production was quite spectacular. Gu Qing squatted beside the construction site and watched the craftsmen working together to ram the wall. The joy of the villagers and craftsmen did not affect him.

As his career grew bigger and he made more and more money, Gu Qing suddenly became aware of worries.

If you have money but no power, in the eyes of outsiders, you are like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. You must open up connections with the government, otherwise you will be in trouble sooner or later.

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It rained after the Mid-Autumn Festival. On the muddy suburban road after the rain, the Ding brothers supported each other and limped away in panic.

The Ding brothers finally escaped.

Shi Daxing is a businessman and a slave owner. In short, he is definitely not a kind person. He cooperates with Gu Qing honestly because he has no choice, because Gu Qing is more calculating and more ruthless than him.

But Shi Daxing was not so polite to the Ding brothers. I don’t know what Shi Daxing thought after buying these two items from Gu Qing. Maybe he thought they were cheap but not good, so he didn’t intend to cherish them and let people know them every day.

Beat the Ding brothers to death.

The village bully brothers who once dominated Shiqiao Village suddenly fell to a low point in their lives. They thought that falling into the hands of Gu Qing and being beaten every day was the bottom. Only when they fell into the hands of Shi Daxing did they realize that there were eighteen levels of hell waiting for them in their lives.

them.

I really miss the days when I was beaten severely by Gu Qing. Although it hurt, at least they took care of the food.

Shi Daxing was also in charge of food, and he managed it very skillfully. He only gave them the basic amount of food to survive every day. The Ding brothers were starving to death and had no energy to live every day.

As villains, falling into such a miserable situation, the Ding brothers no longer have the strength to reflect on life. They deeply realize that if they want to survive, they must escape, otherwise they will not survive long.

So one rainy night after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the handyman guarding the woodshed was dozing off in the middle of the night, the Ding brothers cooperated with each other to loosen the rope and quietly ran away from the woodshed.

Not long after running, the clerk from Xinglongji Shop discovered that the Ding brothers were missing and chased them with torches and gongs and drums.

The Ding brothers fled in panic, stumbling along the muddy suburban roads, and when they reached a dilapidated and abandoned mountain temple on the outskirts of Qingcheng County, Ding Erlang's knees weakened and fell to the ground, his consciousness close to coma.

"It's no longer possible. I can't run anymore. Brother, my two brothers are dead now."

Ding Dalang looked behind him anxiously, and vaguely saw torches and shouts in the distance. Ding Dalang became more and more frightened, gritted his teeth, and struggled to drag Erlang to the mountain temple.

He tried his best to drag Erlang into the temple. Although the temple had been abandoned for a long time, fortunately it was still dry inside. Ding Dalang didn't care much and sat down on the ground and lay down.

In the silent temple, only the heavy breathing of the two men could be heard. The two men looked outside with frightened eyes from time to time, for fear that the pursuers would find them here.

Suddenly, a crisp and lazy voice came from above the two of them.

"You guys are too noisy. Get out!"

The two of them were shocked. They looked up and found that on the beam of the mountain temple, a woman in white clothes was lying lazily on it, with one hand on her knees and the other hand holding a wine jar, looking down indifferently.
Chapter completed!