After breakfast, Zhao Yuanle started to prepare some things.

First of all, the rope should be easy to carry and preferably strong.

Then, a small knife, the kind that can be hidden.

With these two things, she doesn't have to worry about her safety at all.

You can try to see if you can catch that person.

Yi Li said that the man would not give in, and Zhao Yuanle felt the same.

In this case, she simply used herself as bait and took advantage of these two days to catch this person, lest this person threaten her family in the future.

Zhao Yuanle thought that that person should already know that she was thick-skinned and strong.

But he didn't know that her nose and ears were very good.

The smell of that person has been engraved in her mind.

Using the intensity and direction of the smell, coupled with her own hearing, she could determine the person's location without being able to see him.

So…

Everything is simple.

As long as that person dares to come, she can make sure to catch him.

Zhao Yuanle asked Tang Siwen first.

"Auntie, where can I find a rope to tie the pig? We don't have enough rope at home."

Tang Siwen thought for a while, went into the house and found a few.

"This was used when delivering herbal medicine before. It looks thin, but is actually very strong. Take it back and use it."

Zhao Yuanle happily put this away.

When no one was around, she went to the kitchen, found a paring knife she didn't usually use, tied it to her forearm, and tied it in an easy-to-pull knot.

After she came out of the kitchen, Zhao Yuanxi held a Tongcao flower and showed it to her happily.

"Lele, do you think this flower looks good? Do you want to wear it? I have another one here, let's wear it together."

Zhao Yuanle took a closer look and couldn't help but sigh.

"It looks like a real flower. This craftsmanship is so amazing."

Zhao Yuanxi: "It was made by an old woman. She said that her master used to make flowers in the palace."

Zhao Yuanle: "Really? Isn't it hard to do an errand in the palace?"

Zhao Yuanxi was very surprised by Zhao Yuanle's statement.

"How could it be?" She smiled: "This is a craftsman, an emperor, a queen, a queen, etc. Who wouldn't have a good attitude towards craftsmen who make clothes and accessories?

Those old craftsmen who have withdrawn from the palace, the emperor and the queen, need special instructions to meet them.

When these people retreated, there were many noble people who wanted to snatch them away, so they had to be respectful. Who dared to show off? The old craftsmen simply stopped doing it.

If there really is someone who is ungrateful and someone finds out about it, no matter how noble he is, they all have to scold him.

Nobles care about face and reputation the most, so they don't dare to lose face to artists."

Zhao Yuanle listened to Zhao Yuanxi's words, tilted his head and thought for a while, then contacted the situation around him, and felt that this was really the case.

Those particularly famous craftsmen can gain the respect of nobles.

And these skilled craftsmen in the countryside will also be valued by the people in the countryside.

It's just that the former respects the craftsmen who carve jade pendants, design hairpins, and embroider clothes.

The latter values ​​craftsmen such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and masons.

Zhao Yuanxi smiled and put a pink Tongcao flower on Zhao Yuanle's head.

She wore a goose-yellow flower on her head.

The two of them looked in the mirror together and smiled at each other.

Zhao Yuanle said to Zhao Yuanxi, "I'm going out later."

Zhao Yuanxi: "Where are you going? Don't you want to play with me?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, I want to go to the bookstore."

Zhao Yuanxi: "Let's go together."

Zhao Yuanle: "But can uncle come here alone?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanxi felt a little regretful.

She told Zhao Yuanle: "Be careful on the road."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "Don't worry."

When she walked out, she went directly to a secluded place and did not go to the lively street at all.

After walking around, Zhao Yuanle came to a remote small pavilion. The pillars of the pavilion were mottled and there were still weeds around it. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

Here, basically no one is seen passing by.

Zhao Yuanle sat in the pavilion, pulling the weeds next to him and starting to knit something.

Crickets, dragonflies, etc., these are all too difficult. She doesn’t know how to do them, so she can make a cage.

As she flipped her fingers, the cage slowly took shape.

She picked up the cage and took a look at it from time to time to confirm her progress.

suddenly…

A faint smell penetrated Zhao Yuanle's nose.

That person did come.

It's just that at this time, it's not close yet.

When the smell became stronger, Zhao Yuanle knew that this person was already very close, coming from the direction behind her.

With her ears propped up, she heard the sound of the man stepping on the weeds, and at the same time, her hands kept moving.

When she thought the man could hear her normal speaking voice clearly, she spoke.

"come on."

The man walked over without any surprise or pause and stood in front of Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at his wrist.

Because the skin is extremely white, the bruises are more obvious.

She raised her head, made eye contact with the man, and asked the question she wanted to ask last night.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

When he spoke, his voice was still very calm.

"pain."

Zhao Yuanle: "Why don't you use the dagger to embarrass yourself if it hurts?"

Hearing this, he took out his dagger and took a look.

"Don't throw away things you like."

Zhao Yuanle frowned: "Why are you targeting me?"

He also answered very directly.

"nice."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

He nodded: "I like good-looking things."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment, inevitably rolling his eyes.

"I am a person, not a thing."

He looked like he didn't care.

"it's the same."

Zhao Yuanle was speechless for a moment. She woven the cage and stretched out a hand to touch her face.

"Oh, is it my fault that I am beautiful?"

In fact, she thinks this person is better-looking. He really likes good-looking people, so he should look at himself in the mirror every day.

The man looked at Zhao Yuanle and spoke like this.

"Come with me."

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "That won't work."

He said nothing.

Zhao Yuanle suddenly took action and grabbed him.

He also reacted quickly, but this time he did not avoid it.

After all, Zhao Yuanle had planned this for a long time.

The moment she caught the man, she threw him to the ground.

His dagger slashed towards him, Zhao Yuanle directly caught it with his hand, and with a little force, he pulled the dagger away from the man's hand.

His foot was about to come over again, and Zhao Yuanle directly stepped on his knee, making his calf unable to move.

He was about to throw something away again, and the familiar smell from before came over.

Zhao Yuanle didn't panic anymore. She moved his head over and suppressed the thing that was emitting the smell.
Chapter completed!