Chapter 445 Everything is Dirty

He could only recruit his own private soldiers and train them in secret.

Bei Jingchu rubbed his eyebrows with a slight headache.

It is time-consuming and laborious to train private soldiers from ordinary people, even hungry ordinary people, to the level where they can fight against the imperial guards of the Northern and Southern Yamen.

...and it costs money.

Bei Jingchu felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Fortunately, she just picked it up, not nothing.

Before all the people are trained, Bei Jingchu can only wait and see.

Seeing that the resentment of the person opposite her was about to burst out, she also realized that she was ruining the situation.

He immediately corrected his attitude: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about business anymore."

Jiang Longshou clenched his hand tightly. The feeling of being indulged gave him an illusion of happiness.

The Chinese Valentine's Day is also known as the Qiqiao Festival, the festival of the God of Weaving, so naturally the main focus is on weaving.

On this day, girls will compete in threading a needle. Whoever threads more needles is more skillful, which is a good omen for being clever and dexterous.

Bei Jingchu doesn't need to be dexterous, but she is out to have fun tonight.

Seeing that there was a Qiqiao activity in Yulou, I also joined in the fun.

The waiter brought needle and thread for her to thread the silk. Although he didn't know that the man in front of him was the boss behind their Yulou, he still introduced him enthusiastically.

"Tonight is the Qixi Festival, and the shopkeeper said that if you can thread ten needles within one stick of incense, today's price will be reduced by half."

He didn't know that Bei Jing's first visit to Yulou was free, he only knew that the innermost courtyard was for their most distinguished guests.

But even the most distinguished guests have to spend money, especially the more distinguished the guests are, the more money they spend.

A thin and short incense stick was brought up and lit. Bei Jingchu pulled out a thread and prepared to take a sip.

Suddenly I remembered that there was someone next to me, and she was here for a date today.

Oh, and pay attention to your image.

So I dipped the thread end into the tea, took it out and pinched it, which was almost the same as taking a sip.

Then start threading the needle.

After wearing it for a while, the line bent.

Twice, never worn.

Three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times.

There's just a hole there that you can't get through!

Bei Jingchu stared at the pinhole intently, as if it was an enemy who deserved to be killed a thousand times.

The incense stick had already burned one third, and Bei Jingchu hadn't even managed to thread a needle.

She held the iron needle tightly. Jiang Longshou seemed to have discovered something and reached out to pry her hands open.

Bei Jingchu released her strength as the situation dictated.

Sure enough, the needle in her hand had bent and deformed.

Jiang Longshou bared his teeth and hissed.

Wow, what a powerful move.

I'm afraid he could get his head knocked off with just one punch.

The waiter stood by and was very angry but didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being angered by the customer.

Jiang Longshou then asked: "Can only women participate in Qiqiao? Can men also participate?"

The waiter was stunned. He had never been asked this kind of question today.

Then he nodded.

"Yes, yes."

But normally men would not get involved in such things. Just now, a guy made a mistake in threading the needle, and when he went up to a young man, he was scolded.

They said things like "Do you look down on me?" and "How can a man of your stature touch a knitwear worker's things?"

The waiter was about to take it, but he stopped him: "No need to take it."

He reached out and took out the needle and thread from the basket in front of Bei Jingchu and tried to thread the thread.

In two strokes, it went in.

Bei Jingchu stared at him with eyes wide open.

Under the candlelight, the young man was threading a needle with his head tilted to his side. His appearance could truly be described as virtuous and virtuous, in stark contrast to his high-spirited appearance in the daytime.

Maybe people with dirty hearts see everything as dirty, and she really felt that this man was seducing her on purpose.