He didn't know if it was because he had taught Li Xuan too much last time that he hadn't completely digested it, or because he was confined in the Prince's Mansion. Li Yi didn't see him in Ruyi's House for the next few days.
Ruoqing was rehearsing the new play with the actors and actresses. The brothel that Li Yi frequented didn't open for several days. Only the young girl Xiao Zhu, who liked to climb walls, would occasionally poke her head out from the other side of the wall to ask him some questions about the details. After getting the answers, she would quickly jump off the wall and disappeared for a long time.
Fortunately, he wasn't idle these days. When he had nothing to do, he would write out the stories and scripts that would be used in the future and give them to them. He didn't have to worry about anything else after that.
In the era without photocopiers and printers, the only way to do it was to copy it by hand. Moreover, he could only copy it by himself. It wasn't even possible to find someone to write it for him.
Writing with a brush was much more tiring than writing with a pencil or a ballpoint pen. Long masterpieces like Journey to the West and Legend of the White Snake weren't within Li Yi's consideration for the time being. Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio was more suitable. The story wasn't long, but the content was very attractive. There were many classic stories in it, which was more than enough to support a brothel.
He would write a few stories every day. If he was tired from copying, he would walk in the yard and do some less intense movements. Ruyi would occasionally come over to give him some pointers. Of course, he had never neglected his True Qi physiotherapy every day. His body recovered surprisingly fast. It was almost the middle of November now. If he maintained this speed, his body would be fully recovered before the end of the year.
"Tomorrow is the anniversary of my father's death. Ruyi and I have to go back to the stockade village to pay our respects. My husband hasn't recovered yet, so you should stay here. I'll ask Uncle Fang to come over tomorrow," Liu Ruyi said to Li Yi while eating.
Li Yi was stunned for a moment and then said, "Although I haven't recovered yet, it's okay to walk a bit more. I'll go back with you."
As the son-in-law, he should go back and pay his respects on the anniversary of his father-in-law's death.
Moreover, he had been hiding in such a small place all day long. He was afraid that before his old injury recovered, he would get a new one. He hadn't been back to the Willow Leaf Village for a long time. It was good to go back and have a look.
"The mountain road is hard to walk on. Let me and Ruyi go," Liu Ruyi said, looking at him.
"I'm really fine. Take a look if you don't believe me." While Ruyi was still doubtful about his physical condition, Li Yi had already stood up, patted his chest, twisted his waist, and quickly walked around the house, indicating that the mountain path was nothing to him.
Seeing Li Yi's insistence, Liu Ruyi could only nod helplessly.
"Young master, aren't you going to eat?" Xiao Huan asked doubtfully when she saw that Li Yi did not sit down again after standing up. There was still a lot of food left in his bowl.
"Uh … wait a minute, I think I twisted my waist just now …" Li Yi put one hand on his waist and said awkwardly.
It was better not to be too complacent, otherwise, it was easy to twist his waist.
This time, Ruyi massaged him for a long time with her unique method, and the bursts of pain gradually disappeared.
He had a beautiful dream. The next morning, he closed the shop and rented a carriage as usual. He got off at the foot of the Green Willow Mountain and went straight to the Willow Leaf Village along the mountain road.
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The process of paying respects to his father-in-law was very simple. They didn't invite a Taoist priest to open a Taoist temple, nor did they invite a monk to chant sutras. The two sisters cleaned up the weeds around the grave, burned some paper money, and poured a jar of liquor produced by Ruyi Workshop into the soil in front of the grave. Li Yi also went forward and kowtowed respectfully. Then he went back with Xiao Huan, while his Sister Ruyi had to stay there for a while.
When they passed through the village, most of the people from the Liu Family would come over and ask about it eagerly. When he was in Ruyi Workshop, they would occasionally bring some things to have a look, put down the things, ask a few questions, stay for a short while, and then get up and leave.
No one would mention the previous grievances now. At least on the surface, it looked like a beautiful scene of harmonious neighbors.
"Young master, are you feeling better?" When they walked somewhere in the village, a white-haired old man ran out of the yard.
"Haha, it's not a big problem now." Uncle Han had indirectly saved Li Yi's life. When he saw him, the smile on Li Yi's face was much warmer than before.
"That's good, that's good." Hearing that, the wrinkles on Uncle Han's face bloomed like flowers.
The young master and Miss had always helped him a lot, and the rice, noodles, meat, and vegetables at home had never been cut off. A few days ago, Miss came home and left a lot of money. He wanted to refuse, but Miss was determined, so he had to accept it.
Knowing that the little things he made last time had helped the young master, he had always been indebted to them. Knowing that he could do something for the young master and Miss, he felt very happy.
"Boy Han, is my chair fixed?" An old voice suddenly came from behind. Li Yi looked back and saw an old man with a cane and a hunched body walking slowly towards him.
"Second Uncle." Xiao Huan hurriedly greeted him.
In the Willow Leaf Village, there was only one person who could call Uncle Han this way. Except for the old but strong Second Uncle, no one else had this qualification.
"Second Uncle." Uncle Han smiled and said, "It's fixed. I'll send it to you today."
Second Uncle nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Li Yi. He smacked his lips and shook his head, saying, "It's good to be a scholar, but your physique is too weak. To think that your great-grandfather was skilled in both literature and martial arts …"
After a while, the old man ended his long speech and patted Li Yi's shoulder, saying, "In the future, you still need to spend more time practicing martial arts. Don't let any Tom, Dick, or Harry bully you … If there's anything you don't understand, ask your wife …"
After such a warning, the old man waved his hand and slowly walked away.
Looking at the old man pausing a few steps, his body was hunched. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed that half of his foot was already in the ground. It was really hard to imagine how he picked up a solid rocking chair with one hand last time. On the way back, Li Yi curiously asked the little servant girl, "Did Second Uncle know martial arts when he was young?"
"I don't know …" The little servant girl shook her head adorably, "When Xiao Huan and Miss were young, Second Uncle was like this …"
The childhood that Xiao Huan mentioned was about ten years ago. Li Yi couldn't help but be amazed in his heart. Second Uncle's vitality was really tenacious.
The woman with a bucket-waist stood at the door of her house, watching Li Yi and Xiao Huan walk into the courtyard. Her expression was extremely complicated.
Wu Ying was dead. He kidnapped the son-in-law of Ruyi's family and wanted to snatch the formula of Ruyi's dew. But in the end, he died in an internal fight with the other villains.
She had clearly seen Wu Ying's evil intentions before, but she didn't warn him in time. She didn't expect that he actually did that kind of thing.
Wu Ying's parents died when he was young. Ever since he was young, she had taken care of this nephew a lot. When she learned of his death, her feelings were indescribably complicated.
This kind of complicated feeling was even clearer when she saw Li Yi.
Although he deserved it, but after all, he was still her nephew!
After a long time, Second Aunt Wu sighed and turned to walk back into the house.
At the same time, in the Anxi county yamen, MIngzhu frowned as she read an official document from the Ministry of Justice.
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