"I have not been involved in the forging process." Qiu Yan only drew up the blueprints and asked Gu Qian to have someone do it. She just didn't expect that her younger brother would get there first.
She knew that Gu Qian must have already told He Lin about the forging method.
Although they were ruler and subject, they were also brothers; despite their differences, they trusted each other.
"Shu'er, come with me to Shangjin. You once said that you would always lend me a hand." Through Qiu Yan's face, He Lin saw another woman.
Qiu Yan: "Shu'er said it, I didn't say it!!!"
One sentence brought He Lin back to reality.
He silently took a step back, still quietly watching Qiu Yan.
Finally, Qiu Yan pulled out the flintlock pistol from her waist.
"If you want it, then you can have it."
She was neither a stingy person nor a saint.
Only with Guoqiang can ordinary people like them live in peace, and only then can her business last.
He Lin accepted it, his excitement beyond words.
"I knew you would help me." His Shu'er was back.
Qiu Yan shook her head; what she was helping was the entire country.
"Thank you." He Lin nodded slightly, fumbling for the musket in his hand, his gaze once again falling on Gu Xiaoran.
His Shu'er, his Jin'er, his Yu'er, his country, his home...
As he pondered, he bent down, sat on the ground, and gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
Qiu Yan hugged Gu Xiaoran and moved away from He Lin.
"Qiu Yan, what's going on... Do you know who he is... Hey, Qiu Yan, wait for me..." Qin Susu followed closely behind, waiting for an explanation, but Qiu Yan didn't seem inclined to say anything more.
She approached her second uncle and the others, gave a brief explanation, and dispelled their worries.
Hearing what Qiu Yan said, Qiu Dafu felt relieved and decided to go find Old Man Meng.
After hearing this, Qiu Yan wanted to go along to clear her head.
Not only Qiu Yan, but Elder Mu also wanted to meet Elder Meng.
He wanted to know if Old Meng was the same Meng Changsong he knew.
And so, the group of people followed the winding path, gradually disappearing into the depths of the mountains.
The tranquility of the mountains and forests has been lost.
Seven or eight of Old Meng's houses have been built, and the other pavilions and towers are also taking shape.
As Madam Meng imagined what the house would look like after it was built, childhood memories flooded her mind, warming her heart but also tinged with sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The autumn weather was a bit chilly, and Madam Meng shivered, realizing that she wasn't dressed warmly enough for the day.
"Madam." As he finished speaking, an outer robe was draped over his shoulders. Old Master Meng took out a handkerchief and handed it to his wife.
"I'm here with you."
"Hmm." Old Madam Meng wiped away her tears and beckoned to her granddaughter in the distance, "Qing'er, come here quickly and help your grandmother pick some vegetables."
"Coming soon." Xu Qing, who was originally watching the craftsmen working under the shade of a tree with her maid, responded with a smile when she heard her grandmother calling her.
"I'll go take a look too, and while I'm at it, I'll catch some fish," Old Mu said with a smile.
Not far from the lake is the Meng family's vegetable garden.
In autumn, the harvest season, the vegetables in the garden are growing very well.
On the lakeside, two cooks chatted as they washed vegetables, preparing lunch for the artisan.
Under the bright autumn sun, Old Mu sat alone in his small boat, rowing with a small oar, and headed to the foot of the mountain on the opposite side of the lake to begin casting his net to catch fish.
Xu Qing and her maid were picking fresh fruits and vegetables in the garden at the instruction of her maternal grandmother.
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