But in just a few days, the entire Songjiang was rumored about how the two masters Xu and Zhao fought for the sake of reason and gained benefits for Xiaozhuang. The magic of "Flying Shuttle" also spread throughout Songjiang. Sayings such as "one shuttle to top hundreds of crafts" and "one shuttle to top hundreds of machines" have been circulating on the streets and alleys. As for how magical the "Flying Shuttle" is, I'm afraid only a few people can see it with their own eyes. After all, there are often only one "Flying Shuttle" in those big cloth shops.

It sounds novel for laymen, but for insiders, they all know what "Flying Shuttle" can bring.

wealth!

After the "auction" of the day, the cloth merchants, who were most sensitive to wealth, rushed to Wanjin Tower with silver. Not only were cloth merchants in Songjiang, but also cloth merchants in several nearby counties also received news. For a time, the Wanjin Tower was very lively, and there were wealthy merchants holding silver to buy "Flying Shuttle".

Seeing that the place became more and more lively, Shi Yiwen was too lazy to deal with these things himself. After all, the rest were small shrimps and fish, so he threw the matter to Wu Cai and started walking around Songjiang alone.

Songjiang, also known as Shanghai in later generations, is far inferior to the demon city hundreds of years later, but it is also a big city with a population of hundreds of thousands. In Jiangnan during the Wanli period, he finally realized the prosperity of this era. The big city with a population of hundreds of thousands is not very new in Jiangnan.

“What a pity…”

Thinking of the tragic situation of the world's prosperity decades later, Shi Yiwen couldn't help but sink in his heart. He was thinking about it, just walking alone on the streets of Songjiang.

As he walked, perhaps the hustle and bustle of the city woke him up. Looking at him, Shi Yiwen couldn't help but be stunned. What is this?

Before he knew it, Shi Yiwen couldn't even figure out where he had gone.

"Look at you, I'm lost again with random thoughts..."

While mocking himself, Shi Yiwen smiled and looked at the surrounding environment.

"It seems to be a Confucian Temple here, but there are quite a lot of bookstores..."

Talking to himself, Shi Yiwen walked into the bookstore on the roadside. Unlike other people who bought books to read, he bought books for collection. Whether it was timely writing or miscellaneous studies, he would simply pay for money to buy anything he had never bought.

If you buy too many books, it will be inconvenient for you to carry them. When Shi Yiwen was fine, he bought a lot of books. The shopkeeper directly asked the client to deliver the books to his door.

"These books are given to Wanjin Building, the size of the sky is placed in the room, and handed over to Wu Cai..."

I bought it while I was shopping, I don’t know how long I spent, and I don’t know how many books I bought. When I didn’t have a bookstore, the streets were no longer as lively as before.

I looked up at the sky and it was already noon. Shi Yiwen, who felt a little hungry, did not go back to the inn. He also looked for a restaurant on the side of the road, leaned against the window facing the street, ordered a few dishes, sat alone by the window eating while enjoying the street view outside.

Compared to the lively nearby the Confucian Temple, although there are fewer people here, there are more than a dozen foreign calligraphy and painting stalls on the street. Behind the calligraphy and painting stalls, there are scholars wearing civilian clothes sitting. They are of different ages, but they all wear casual shirts without exception.

The so-called calligraphy and painting stalls are simple, just a table and a chair, plus a pen, ink, paper and ink, the person sits upright on the chair, holding a book in his hand and reading it in a sensible way.

Didn’t Wu Cai look like this at the beginning?

Perhaps, this is the way for a down-and-out scholar to survive. It is very common for scholars to use it when they are short of money. It is very common for them to set up a table to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street. After they become successful, they will still be the "elegant thing" that the "Shilin" praises.

Just across the street, there was a scholar sitting there holding a book, holding a scroll, rather than selling calligraphy and paintings.

The scholar was not old, but he was only in his thirties. Just as he was concentrating on reading, a young man who had not yet grown his hair came over. The scholar looked up at the boy before putting down the book, as if he was talking about something.

"It should be a father and son."

Seeing the father and son sitting under the shade of the tree and eating simple meals, Shi Yiwen thought in his heart.

When he left the restaurant after dinner, he didn't wait for Shi Yiwen to take a few steps, a scream suddenly came from behind.

"Qi'er, Qi'er..."

I looked back subconsciously and saw the scholar under the shade of the tree holding the boy and shouting, while the boy covered his throat and looked extremely painful. The scholar's hand reached into the boy's mouth as if he was tying something.

"Is there water? Who has water..."

Although he couldn't quite understand the Songjiang dialect of the scholar, Shi Yiwen also realized that the young man must have been choked.

So he ran over directly.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The scholar who patted the child's back looked extremely nervous. He looked up at Shi Yiwen running towards him and said nervously.

"Let's let the rice cake choke..."

Someone has brought the bowl of water to bring over.

"Hurry, Xu Xiucai, give him some water and drink it and deliver it..."

When the boy who was originally bent over and raised his throat, Shi Yiwen saw his face turned purple and his breath was not in. It was obviously about to suffocate. Just when the boy was holding water and wanted to drink water, the person fell down and began to roll his eyes.

"Qi'er, Qi'er..."

Just as the scholar shouted anxiously and buckled his finger into his mouth.

"You will only pound things deeper into them!"

Pulling the scholar away, Shi Yiwen picked up the boy who fell to the ground, and then hugged his abdomen from behind.

"You, you..."

"Save his life!"

While speaking, Shi Yiwen clenched his fist and pressed his thumb on the inside of his thumb, his belly button and his fingers upwards. His other hand was attached to it and pressed hard.

This is the famous "Heimlik First Aid Method" in later generations. An American doctor named Heimlik has seen countless cases of death caused by suffocation by foreign objects during his doctor's life. He found that doctors often pat the patient's back, or put their fingers into the mouth and throat to remove foreign objects, but the result is that foreign objects penetrate deeper into the respiratory tract, causing tragedies. So he invented a first aid method that uses residual gas in the lungs to form an airflow to rush out foreign objects. This is Heimlik First Aid Method.

This method is very effective in dealing with acute respiratory foreign body blockage. It has saved millions of people, and Shi Yiwen of course has some understanding.

Shi Yiwen, holding the boy, quickly squeezed his hands in. After repeated five or six times, the boy who had already suffocated finally spit out a piece of rice cake with a "Wow!"

"ah……"

The dying boy just now has been resurrected, panting while wiping his tears. "Qi'er, Qi'er..."

The burnt-faced scholar asked immediately excitedly when he saw the child gasping for breath.

"How are you doing now? Can you breathe?"

"Dad, kid, kid, can, can breathe..."

Seeing the boy breathing, Shi Yiwen was also relieved. Seeing this, he left directly.

"That's good, that's good. I was so scared to death for the father and son. Fortunately, someone came to help me, otherwise..."

Wiping away the tears from his son's face, the scholar seemed to remember something, and quickly looked up to the left and right. There was still that person around him.

"Hey, have you seen the guy who saved my Qi'er just now?"

"Xu Xiucai, you mean that person. After saving your son, he left."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiucai said repeatedly.
Chapter completed!