The misunderstanding has been blown out of proportion.

  The next morning, Zhen Ming got up and washed as usual, preparing to go out for a morning exercise. As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by the scene at the entrance.

  The alley at the entrance was packed with people, usually rarely seen even a shadow of a person, but now it's crowded with forty or fifty people.

  As soon as the gate of the courtyard was opened, these people rushed back into the house in a swarm.

  Watching these people all sniffing around like police dogs, Zhen Ming couldn't help but stop one of them and ask: "What's going on? Has something happened?"

  "Didn't you smell a strange fragrance?" The speaker was a middle-aged peasant woman who didn't realize the person in front of her was the owner.

  "What's so special about it?"

  "I smelled it when I was sleeping last night and couldn't sleep all night because of the smell coming from here."

  At this time, a shout came from a corner of the courtyard: "Found it! I found it!"

  Only one man was seen holding up a trash can in the yard, squeezing through the crowd and running out of the courtyard, with others following closely behind.

  In the trash can, there is a failed egg tart from last night's experiment.

  This group of people came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After they left, Zhen Ming suddenly discovered that Zhang Shi, who was pulling a donkey cart to open a file, was standing at the gate, looking at everything that happened in the courtyard with a curious and surprised gaze.

  She saw Zhen Ming coming over, she hastily averted her gaze and led the little donkey to leave in a hurry.

  ……

  Zhen Ming spent more and more time in the ironworks' smelting room, every day he would take a rough design drawing made with charcoal pencil, explain to the people in the ironworks what he wanted to smelt, then let them start smelting.

  However, the people in the store gradually discovered that what he asked for help to smelt was not some kind of alloy, but a transparent object that had nothing to do with metal.

  "Hey, Wei Chi Ge, what has he been doing all these days? Every day, making brothers do this and that, just manufacturing some inexplicable things. Look at this thing, what's the use of it? It breaks with just one throw!"

  Watching Zhen Mingsu leave the ironwork shop, Zhu Zi's face was filled with anger, and he slammed a transparent object that Zhen Mingsu had asked someone to refine onto the ground, instantly shattering it into dozens of pieces.

  Wei Chi Jing De also had a bewildered expression, in fact he couldn't guess what Zhen Ming Su was doing either.

  He looked down at the transparent trinket in his hand, which was painstakingly crafted by someone, and muttered: "He said this thing is called glass."

  "Glass? Isn't it just transparent crystal stone? It can be found everywhere, do we still need to refine it? This isn't some ceramic workshop, refining this kind of thing. If word gets out, won't it be a loss of face for our blacksmith shop? I'm afraid that ten days later, he won't be able to produce anything, and not only will everyone in the entire blacksmith shop be played around by him, but the blacksmith shop itself will become a laughing stock."

  Wei Chi Jing De said: "There are still twenty days, let's wait and see."

  ……

  Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

  A sudden horseshoe sound came from an alley in the south of Luoyang City, and pedestrians on the road dodged one after another.

  A majestic white horse galloped swiftly through the narrow alley and suddenly stopped in front of a house's courtyard gate.

  The handsome young man on horseback jumped off and kicked open the gate of the courtyard with one foot, his face filled with anxiety.

  "Zhen Ge, Zhen Ge! Frost sister really sent someone to find me!"

  When Yang Zuo kicked open the gate of the courtyard with a whoosh, and rushed in from outside, Zhen Ming was sitting in a corner of the courtyard, his back to the gate, head down fiddling with something.

  In front of him was a large round table, on which were placed dozens of small glass containers filled with moldy leather goods and fruits.

  Next to these glass vessels, which were only the size of a bowl in diameter, was placed a strange object with a cylindrical body and base, with a piece of glass resembling a mirror in between.

  Yang Zou walked up to him, curiously watching as Zhen Ming painstakingly used a pipette-like object to drop a single drop of liquid from one container onto the glass slide, then pressed one eye against the cylindrical tube of that strange contraption, as if there was something fascinating inside the cylinder, intently observing.

  "Zhen Ge, what are you doing?" Yang Tong's face was full of puzzlement.

  Just as he was about to go forward and take a closer look, Zhen Ming suddenly turned his head back, staring at him fiercely.

  Yang Tong was startled, and only then did he notice that Zhen Mingshu's expression was exhausted, his face covered in stubble, his eyes bloodshot, looking like he hadn't slept for several days.

  He asked tentatively: "Zhen Ge, are you okay?"

  He didn't answer, carefully putting down the things in his hand, standing up, and suddenly rushing to Yang Zhuang's face, grabbing his collar with one hand, and questioning in a hoarse voice: "Bastard! You still have the nerve to come here, I ask you, what did you do to that Tofu Xishi? She won't even sell me soy milk now! I have money but can't drink it! I haven't had soy milk for days! Do I have a problem or not!"

  Yang Zan looked bewildered: "I didn't do anything to her, Wang Xuanhe told his father that I hit him, and I've been stuck in the mansion for days. If it wasn't for Sister Shuang sending someone to find me today, I might not have been able to come out."

  Zhen Ming was shocked and puzzled: "Then why does she dislike me so much? I didn't peek at her while she was bathing, nor did I touch her hand or her butt."

  Yang Zang asked: "Did you tell her about those things we did and scare her?"

  "What's wrong? I didn't say anything to her."

  Yang Tong lowered his head, thought for a moment, slapped his forehead and said: "Ah, right! Those two guys were beheaded as human traffickers the other day, I wonder if she thinks you did it?"

  "What execution, which two guys?"

  "It's those two guys who kidnapped Zhang sister last time, there are posters all over the street, how could you not know? Pei Qian got the two people who caught us to be sent to the government as scapegoats. I heard from someone that their eyes were dug out, tongues cut off, and fingers chopped off. When they were taken to the execution ground for beheading, they still cursed loudly with blood in their mouths... unfortunately no one could understand what they said..."

  Yang Cong vividly described the scene at that time, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Zhen Ming's bitter expression became more and more agitated, and he finally understood why Zhang suddenly stopped selling tofu to him. It was probably a misunderstanding that he had sent those two human traffickers to the execution ground. This woman was originally an animal full of warning signs, and once she misunderstood, she would never give anyone a chance to explain. This misunderstanding had gotten out of hand. Suddenly, he pushed aside Yang Cong who was blocking his way and rushed out of the door...

  Yang Zong rushed out of the courtyard gate, shouting: "Zhen Ge, I haven't finished speaking yet! Frost sister has someone come to find me, where is the thing you prepared for me?"

  "Leave the stuff on the table, and give me the silver!" A hoarse shout came from far away, the person had already run out several hundred meters, soon disappearing around the corner of the alley.

  Yang Zuo looked at Zhen Mingshu in a daze, who suddenly seemed to have his tail set on fire, and returned to the house with a brain full of questions. He found a basket of dishes on Zhen Mingshu's desk.

  Open the basket, a rich buttery aroma wafts out of the basket.

  He casually picked up a piece and took a bite, his facial expression immediately froze, with an incredulous look on his face.

  He found the 4-inch color photo of Zhang washing soybeans next to the basket, with Zhang's delicate face clearly visible, half-bent over, her chest bursting forth with spring light. Yang Dang's expression changed from surprise to delight, and finally became so excited that he could hardly control himself...

  "Wow, it's just like her, exactly the same as Sister Zhang! Brother Zhen, you're a genius!"

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