Chapter 42 What Is the Husband's Responsibility

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

The two were led to the backyard by the boy, where a shirtless man showing off his strong muscles was facing away from them.

The middle-aged man, who was holding the iron block with iron pliers in one hand and beating the iron block with a hammer in the other, raised his head when he heard the sound. He didn't stop. He only glanced at the two of them and stared at the iron block again.

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

Upon hearing this, Lu Bocheng hurriedly came over: "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 Qingyu.

Su Qingyu could tell from the conversation between the two that Lu Bocheng was familiar with the store owner.

That's right, he has been around the town for almost twenty years, and he doesn't recognize any nook or corner or character.

"What do you want to hit?" Zhang Sledgehammer asked without stopping.

"I want to wear a protective goggles."

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

"Heart protector? Did you give it to me?" Lu Bocheng raised the corners of his mouth and grinned.

The sledgehammer didn't even notice his appearance and turned his eyes away.

Then he continued the action in his hand: "If you want to beat him up for the expedition, he has already prepared it himself. If you don't have anything to beat, just get out quickly. It's already hot, but as soon as you come in, it gets even hotter."

Su Qingyu looked at him. The fire was burning next to him. There were beads of sweat rolling on Zhang Dachui's strong wheat-colored skin...

Suddenly the line of sight was blocked...

Taking a closer look, Lu Bocheng was standing in front of her, whispering to her, "Where are you looking?"

Su Qingyu rolled her eyes at him and looked at the racks in the backyard. There were all kinds of iron tools and iron lumps. The finished products are mostly agricultural tools, kitchen utensils and the like.

"No dagger, no sword?"

Lu Bocheng quickly stopped her and warned her: "Weaponry requires government approval. If someone reports it, the shop will not be able to open."

Su Qingyu nodded. It seems that the government has strict control over private blacksmith workshops.

After thinking about it, since Lu Bocheng had already prepared the protective equipment, she didn't have to worry about it, and said to Zhang Dachui: "Master Zhang, let me type two small things. I wonder if you have paper and pen, I will draw them and see. Can you do it?"

The sledgehammer shouted something loudly, and the boy looking after the store in front ran in again.

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

I quickly went into the house and got some pen and paper.

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

Zhang Dachui took it, looked at it, and nodded: "It can be beaten. I'll pick it up in two days."

Su Qingyu felt relieved. After paying the money, he and Lu Bocheng left the shop.

On the way, he asked him: "Did you use that ingot of gold to make protective clothing?"

Lu Bocheng nodded: "After listening to the book of war you mentioned, I thought that I must work hard to live longer. In the future, I will practice the contents of the book of war myself. My master asked me to find Zhang Dachui. Only then did I know that this Zhang Dachui turns out to be a character. Even though he is lame in one leg, he is really skilled and can even fight with weapons. My master said he is a man with a story. "

Lame one leg? He just sat down and didn't notice it. However, she agreed with what his master said. That person was not simple at first glance. His eyes were clear and clear. Most people would not have such eyes.

Su Qingyu 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 also has to tell you what to wear. And this thick cloth, so thick, don't you think it's stuffy in this season?"

Lu Bocheng held a few pieces of cloth and talked all the way, his mouth full of disgust.

Su Qingyao was impatient to listen, so she simply stepped up her steps and rushed into the house before him.

This woman! Husband Wei Gang doesn’t understand! A country firewood girl, uneducated. Lu Bocheng gritted his teeth at Su Qingyu's back and decided to give his husband a good shake that night.

After dinner, Su Qingnao 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 mending clothes on the outside, right? I wonder if they can take over the job of making ready-made clothes?"

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

He does his job well, he is talkative, and he is diligent. Even the most picky Wu didn't say anything to her. She herself was very grateful to the Lu family. With this fixed job, she could get one tael of silver back home every month, which was a great supplement.

Therefore, she not only did the cooking on the stove, but also did the cooking, sweeping, sewing, and oar-washing work in the Lu family, which saved Wu a lot of time. Su Qingyao was also much more relaxed and very grateful to her. She would occasionally let her go back with leftover ingredients from the kitchen.

Her mother-in-law and daughter were working outside, and they didn't have a meal at all. Not only was the work hard and tiring, but they didn't get much copper. So she cherishes the Lu family's work very much. She was afraid that the Lu family would be dissatisfied and fire her.

The newly married little daughter-in-law stopped her, and she was feeling uneasy.

When she heard Su Qingyu ask her, she reacted and nodded repeatedly: "They are doing their job well. My daughter and mother-in-law are good at needlework. Their stitches are fine and their hands and feet are nimble and clean. Everyone who asks them to do work praises them."

Seeing her cautious expression, Su Qingyao smiled and said, "That's good. You also know that Lu Bocheng is leaving, and I want you to help make some clothes. The clothes are different from what we usually see. "

"We can do whatever we can, young lady, tell us how to do it, and we will do it."

"Just call me by my name. It looks friendly."

"Hey, hey. Okay, okay."

Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and then sighed: "Fortunately you married me, otherwise who would prepare these for Bocheng. A child without a mother... Hey, I hope he can survive, otherwise who in this family will remember them... If my wife and my eldest son can also survive..."

Su Qingmei listened silently, comforted her a few words, and when she calmed down, she handed her a few pieces of cloth. She gave her some instructions. The other party repeatedly said that he would hurry up and do it well, and then left with the cloth.

When she returned to the room, she met Lu Bocheng's chattering questions again. Su Qingmei 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, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

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

"You, you woman, you made clothes for me, what's so secretive about that? You have to keep it to yourself. Besides, why do I need silk to make clothes? You woman, you don't know what's good for you. Silk isn't expensive? It's also not durable. I'll just make you one set, and when you wear it, avoid Wu. I'll go to Zhou's house and ask them to make it for you."

This woman, although I've never seen her act coquettishly in front of him, it seems that she still knows that the husband is the leader of the wife. She even made silk clothes for me.

This woman, really. Lu Bocheng was happy in his heart, grinning and about to go out.

Su Qing'an called him: "Come back!"

"I'll be back soon, why should I wear silk clothes." Lu Bocheng muttered without turning his head.

What's wrong with this, talking to yourself!

"That's for you to wear on the battlefield!" Su Qing'an yelled again.

Ah? Do I need to wear silk clothes on the battlefield? Lu Bocheng had one foot out of the threshold, with one foot still inside. He turned his body and looked back at her with a puzzled look on his face.