Chapter 100: Are Jiang Anning's parents really pregnant?
Song Yao didn't explain too much, he just said: "This is how she always makes bets with me, so just don't take any notice of her."
"If you ask again in two or three days, the people from Qiuyue Embroidery Shop will definitely say that their boss has gone out of town to sell goods. He will not be able to come back within three to five months. Come back after a while."
Song Yao couldn't help but sneered as he spoke.
Jiang Anning was even more surprised.
She asked hesitantly: "From what Sister Song said, it seems that she doesn't have a bad relationship with Boss Wei?"
Why do we pinch each other as soon as we meet?
One is 'adding insult to injury' and the other is 'exposing others', as if they feel uncomfortable if they don't attack each other to see if they win or lose.
But Song Yao felt as if he had been stepped on: "Who has a good relationship with Wei Qiuyue!"
"Why don't we have a bad relationship?"
"I can't bear to look down on her like this."
"The relationship can't get any better!"
Jiang Anning:? ? ?
Listen to this, why do you feel so guilty?
She reached out and touched Song Yao's heart: "Sister Song, why are you so flustered?"
Song Yao slapped the person's hand away and said harshly: "Who, who is panicking!"
She muttered softly: "I have nothing to be worried about."
"No."
Looking at the people's fleeing figures, Jiang Anning couldn't help laughing, and she was even more curious about these two people.
However, she also knew that a person should have a sense of boundaries, so she was too sensible to delve into it further.
Mrs. An and the county magistrate had already left first.
He only said that he would go to Chaohuang Xiufang for dinner later in the evening.
Jiang Anning understood that this was to give them time to prepare ingredients.
Otherwise, if you go directly rashly, the host will be unprepared and will be in a hurry, and both parties will be embarrassed.
Fortunately, Duan Qingshan really went to prepare the ingredients.
After Song Yao slipped away with a guilty conscience, he still stood at the door of Yue Wen Embroidery House and waited for Jiang Anning for a while.
The two of them walked back together and happened to bump into Duan Qingshan with blood on his clothes.
"Boss."
He called out expressionlessly, and then turned his gaze to the kitchen: "I bought all the ingredients you told me to prepare in the morning, and there was also half a little fat sheep. I saw it was really fresh, so I bought it on my own initiative. Yes. Farmers raise them in free range and bring them to the county. They are freshly killed on the street. They are tender but not rotten. They can be stewed in soup during this season, which is just right for nourishment. ”
Song Yao hummed and smiled like an aunt: "You can make arrangements for the stove. I can trust you!"
"By the way, later on, the county magistrate and Mrs. An are coming to our embroidery shop for dinner. You have prepared some of the specialty dishes and the porridge-based hot pot. The magistrate and Mrs. An ordered them. I want something to eat.”
Duan Qingshan lowered his eyebrows and responded with a yes.
Song Yao frowned slightly when he saw the red blood on the person's body that was gradually turning black.
"Let's change these clothes quickly. They are stained with blood. Don't turn around and hit people again."
"Hey!"
Duan Qingshan responded with a low eyebrow, and just as he was about to leave, Song Yao suddenly called out to someone again.
"Wait!"
She walked over, lifted up the sleeves of the person's clothes, and looked at the person carefully: "You..."
Duan Qingshan's expression tightened.
Jiang Anning also became a little more panicked.
"The stature seems to be very similar to that of Haruyuki's family. Let's change his clothes first, otherwise you have to go home to change. It's so far away. It's too time-consuming to come and go. ”
Song Yao: "Maybe the county magistrate and the others will come over later."
Duan Qingshan's mouth moved slightly: "Hey, okay!"
Song Yao pointed people in the direction: "They are all newly sewn not long ago. The ones in Chunxue's house haven't been worn yet. The couple is also serious. They won't take any advantage and take them away. You can make do with it for the time being." Make do.”
"Okay."
Yue Wen Xiu Fang.
The open tent, which was originally elegantly and comfortably furnished, was now swaying and lying on the floor in a mess.
All the clerks lowered their heads one after another and stood in the corridor in a state of fearlessness, not daring to look at the incompetent and furious scene of their boss.
Today, the embroiderer who was temporarily arranged to take Zhao Yinlian's place in the competition was so frightened that she almost cried.
Masters from various embroidery workshops gathered together, and she was even qualified to participate in the second item.
Sheng Yuewen instigated such a situation with great fanfare and high profile. Everyone in Jiang'an County knew that his Yuewen Embroidery Workshop was going to surpass Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop and become the number one embroidery workshop in Jiang'an!
The result is not bad...
Yue Wen Embroidery Studio came in at the bottom of the first screening test and found out that this person was not there.
He worked hard, but in the end he gave Chaohuang Embroidery House a bargain, and Jiang Anning made a wedding dress for Song Yao!
How could Sheng Yuewen not hate him?
He wished he could scratch that scheming bitch Song Yao alive!
It's all because of her!
It's all because of Song Yao, and it's all because of her good fortune that she took advantage of the Buddha-worshiping picture, and that's why he became the biggest joke in Jiang'an County!
When Mrs. An left just now, the look in her eyes that landed on him still made his hair stand on end.
In order to persuade Mrs. An to agree to endorse this competition, he lost half of his wealth to make a bet!
It's okay that Mrs. Ruo'an is kind-hearted, but what if this is also a vicious woman who clings to the benefits and promises he made back then and wants him to take the money...
That would be a disaster!
Sheng Yue was panicked and angry when he heard this, and his panic outweighed his anger.
No, it won't work like this.
He couldn't just sit back and wait for death, he had to find a way.
But...
Even the county magistrate has succumbed to Mrs. An's power. What else can he think of?
Sheng Yuewen instantly became depressed.
It's over, he's really done.
No matter which path is taken, it is the path to death.
"You all go down."
Sheng Yuewen glanced at the trembling guys not far away.
After thinking about it, he called out to everyone who was about to leave.
"Wait!"
He took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes slightly, and put on a hypocritical smile: "Did I scare you just now?"
"No, no..." Everyone shook their heads timidly.
Some people even flattered without hesitation: "It's because we failed to live up to expectations and failed to earn face back to you, boss. Boss, you just smashed things in anger and didn't hit us. You are already very emotionally stable!"
He glanced at the others: "We are all grateful in our hearts!"
"Besides, we just discussed it just now, and we are willing to halve this month's wages. This can be regarded as a small punishment and a big warning on our own. Do you think that's right?"
There was silence in the courtyard, and no one wanted to pay attention to him.
The flattering waiter suddenly darkened his face and shouted angrily: "What do you mean! The boss is angry and wants you to cut your wages in half for a month to make the boss happy. Are you not willing?"
"You are so selfish, do you deserve the cultivation and care given to you by your boss?"
He scolded the person in an upright manner, and then said loyally to Sheng Yue: "Boss, they are not willing to halve the wages, but I am willing! Now that the embroidery workshop is in trouble, we should be allowed to advance and retreat together with the embroidery workshop!"
Sheng Yuewen glanced at the person in surprise.
I didn't expect that there would be such an idiot in his embroidery workshop!
He patted the person on the shoulder with great satisfaction: "If the salary is halved or not, I am already very touched that you are willing to share the difficulties with me."
"If you stick to the embroidery workshop, not only can I not deduct your wages, but I should also give you processing money!" Sheng Yuewen spoke impassionedly.
"Not only do I want to give you processing money, I also want to give you a holiday!"
"Starting today, everyone will have half a month's family leave!"
"We have really worked hard during this period. Let's go back and have a good rest and spend time with our families."
Sheng Yuewen waved his hand: "During the holidays, wages will still be calculated!"
"When you come back, you only need to work for the first half of a month and you will receive a full month's salary!"
Everyone's emotions were up and down, from fear and uneasiness to disbelief, and finally they were so excited that they wished they could throw Sheng Yuewen into the sky.
“The boss is awesome!”
"Woohoo! Boss, live a long life!"
"The boss has many children and grandchildren, eight in one birth!"
"What are you talking about? Aren't you going to scare people to death by having eight children?"
"The boss can't give birth either...he is a rooster that can't lay eggs."
"Bah, bah, bah, the boss just gave us such great benefits. He is not a tough guy who doesn't want to get rid of anything."
"In short, praise the boss!"
"Praise the boss!"
The guys in the embroidery shop cheered and were very happy when they heard about it.
The corners of Sheng Yue's mouth rose when he heard this, but the meaning was unclear.
He looked at it for a while, without making a sound, quietly turned around and left.
The embroidery workshop was really noisy for a while. It was not until everyone packed their luggage and left one after another that it became quiet.
After everyone left, Sheng Yuewen no longer maintained his expression, and with an angry look on his face, he went to the lower room in the southwest corner where Zhao Yinlian was locked up.
If Zhao Yinlian, a bitch, hadn't lied to him and pretended to be the embroiderer of the Buddha ceremony, he wouldn't be in such a mess today!
He won't let that bitch Song Yao go, and he won't let that bitch Zhao Yinlian live her life either!
Right now, let’s deal with the bitch Zhao Yinlian first.
As for Song Yao... huh, if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood.
Sooner or later, one day, he will take back ten times or a hundred times what he lost from that bitch Song Yao!
If he can win Wen's Embroidery Workshop once, he can win Lai Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop a second time, or even a third or fourth time!
As long as it's her, Song Yao's, embroidery workshop, it belongs to him!
The man who was thinking happily in his heart suddenly looked very ugly when he saw the lower room with the door open not far away.
A bad premonition arose in his heart, and he quickly took a few steps forward.
Looking at the empty lower room, veins popped out on Sheng Yuewen's forehead, and he smashed the doors, windows and other objects angrily.
"Zhao Yinlian!"
"Bitch!"
"Bitch!"
Sheng Yuewen screamed furiously, his anger had nowhere to vent, and he was so angry that his eyes were blinded.
He really couldn't figure it out. How could that bitch Zhao Yinlian escape even though his legs had been broken by him?
How did she escape?
Who helped her?
Sheng Yuewen thought about it over and over, but in the end he only thought of Song Yao.
Yes, it must be.
It must be Song Yao, that scheming bitch, who deliberately sent Zhao Yinlian over to deceive him!
He knew that the woman was sanctimonious and said she regarded money as dirt, but in her heart she wanted the property left by the dead old man more than anyone else.
Bah, fake loftiness!
Sheng Yuewen cursed Song Yao severely.
The reason why he fell into the situation he is in today is entirely attributed to Song Yao setting up a trap to harm him.
No one knows better than Song Yao who the embroiderer of the Buddha picture is!
Sheng Yuewen felt that his mind had never been so clear before.
He thought he had figured everything out and became even more furious.
Thinking that it won’t be long before Mrs. An frees up his hands to liquidate him and lose everything he owns now...
Sheng Yue heard several howls, smashed the jars, and rushed towards Chaohuang Embroidery Square regardless.
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A horse-drawn carriage departing from the county government office.
The county magistrate, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, suddenly asked: "What do you think of this matter today?"
"I don't know needlework."
Zhou Geng replied expressionlessly, like a wooden man.
The county magistrate chuckled lightly, without examining the truth or lies in the words.
"I heard that you arrested a girl not long ago."
Zhou Geng said "hmm".
The county magistrate opened his eyes and looked directly at the person: "How long do you plan to lock him up?"
He clasped his hands and said, "I heard that the girl claims to be a branch of the Marquis Jiang'an Mansion."
"So what?"
Zhou Geng had no expression on his face and looked very upright as he said: "A good word will warm you for three winters, but a bad word will hurt you for six months. The "Criminal Code" has long stipulated that those who commit minor crimes can be punished with ten sticks, while serious offenders can be hanged." .”
"I just locked her up for a few days, with a small punishment and a big warning. Not to mention whether she is a branch of the Jianghou Mansion is still unknown. Even if she is, why shouldn't I arrest her according to the law?"
Zhou Geng: "Is it possible that the reputation of the Hou Mansion can be greater than the law and the order of the emperor?"
County Magistrate:……
This bastard is really choking when he talks!
How can he dare to speak when he constantly brings out laws and regulations about the emperor?
He coughed uncomfortably: "Anyway, you just have to have your own sense of proportion."
The county magistrate hesitated for a moment and then said slightly reservedly: "Don't let me get into trouble with you!"
Zhou Geng was silent, like a stubborn donkey.
The county magistrate was furious.
He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly: "Jiang Wei is still here after all, and Jiang'an County is the fiefdom that Taizu granted to the Marquis of Jiang'an as an exception..."
Seeing that the man still looked like a stubborn donkey, the county magistrate was inevitably a little discouraged.
After a while, he continued as if to break the pot: "Since that woman claims to be a branch of the Hou Mansion, we should all inform Jiang Wei."
"After verifying the person's identity, we can save a lot of trouble when we turn back."
The county magistrate's words were serious and thoughtful.
Zhou Geng remained expressionless and silent.
"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
The county magistrate was so angry that he wished he could slap the two of them in order to vent his hatred.
Finally, before he could bear it any longer and ran away, Zhou Geng responded.
"Oh."
County Magistrate:……
Sooner or later, he's going to kill this bastard!
He wanted to tell people a few more words about Jiang Anning and the Buddha-worshiping Pictures, but he was restrained by the expressionless and stubborn donkey face.
The county magistrate lost the desire to speak anymore, glanced at the person, and began to close his eyes and meditate again.
The carriage swayed slowly on the wide official road.
The wheels will make a squeaking sound from time to time as they run over the smooth road surface, which can make people who are not quiet enough feel irritated and uncomfortable.
"Weekly update."
The county magistrate suddenly said: "Are Jiang Anning's parents really dead?"