Chapter 150: Congratulations
"Ungentlemanly means?"
Aunt Fang was confused for a moment. She thought about it again and again, but she couldn't think of any ungentleman way to deal with Zhou Ran's kind of meat.
"It may not be the first time that he can plot against your Uncle Genshan so skillfully."
At this time, Aunt Fang had wholeheartedly concluded that it was Zhou Ran who was scheming intentionally but not intentionally, which led Jiang Genshan, a tiger thing, to be deceived and fall into a human trap.
"Before, I thought he was as thick-skinned as a city wall. Ordinary people who go to other people's homes to eat and drink will feel a little ashamed, especially when they are ridiculed by the host."
"But Zhou Ran, I have never seen him feel embarrassed."
"If you care about a person like this, don't even think about asking anything from him."
"I hope he can find his conscience and tell you all the twists and turns here. It is better to hope that the sun will rise from the west tomorrow."
Aunt Fang's face was full of sorrow, and her tears were falling down.
She wanted to find out the truth, but she couldn't think of any good ideas. She was so anxious that she felt uncomfortable and frustrated.
Jiang Anning hesitated for a moment, touched her nose and said, "What I mean by ungentlemanly methods is..."
She hesitated and considered her words: "Well, treat others with their own treatment? A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye?"
Aunt Fang thought thoughtfully: "You mean, let's do the next trick, trick Zhou Ran into coming in, use the same method to scare him, threaten him, and blackmail him if he dares not to tell the truth?"< br>
Jiang Anning:......
"There's no need to go to such trouble. Let's just find a deserted corner, prepare a few sacks, and when he's not paying attention, cover the person's head with a sack and hit him with a few sticks. Of course you have to pay attention. Some, you can't knock people to death, cough cough cough..."
Under Aunt Fang's shocked gaze, she forced herself to finish explaining this simple and crude method.
"The person who is being beaten knows it hurts, so he is not afraid that he will not confess."
"Even if Zhou Ran really has the backbone and refuses to tell the truth even after being beaten, we can still use other methods."
Aunt Fang was even more surprised: "Do you have any other ideas?"
Jiang Anning said in her heart: In her last life, she struggled to make a living under the hands of the Zhao family, and she suffered so much overt and covert torture and humiliation.
Just taking out one of the things that the Zhao family did to her would be enough for Zhou Ran to drink a pot.
But it’s really hard to say it like this.
So as not to scare people.
He also thought she was some kind of vicious person with sadistic tendencies, who liked to torture people for fun.
"What else can I do, but I have only heard about it in the play, and I don't know how to explain it in more detail."
When Aunt Fang heard this, she felt relieved.
"So that's it. I also said that you usually look at the girl who is quite quiet. Why do you talk about these things so easily, as if you have done it countless times? It turns out you heard it from the opera."
It can be seen that this drama is not a good thing.
It’s too easy to teach bad people.
Look what she's been made to do with An Ning.
Fortunately, there are no outsiders here.
Otherwise, if word like this gets out, my reputation will be ruined.
Jiang Anning smiled and stopped talking.
I just don't want to get involved in the affairs between Aunt Fang and Jiang Genshan, and be inhumane inside and out.
Now that Aunt Fang's attention has been diverted, there is no need for her to talk any more.
So as not to accidentally get involved again.
At this time, Aunt Fang indeed focused most of her attention on investigating the truth.
Naturally, he avoided the matter of whether or not to deal with Jiang Genshan. He no longer had the same headache and uncertainty as before, and wanted to listen to Jiang Anning's opinion.
She became visibly relaxed, and chatted with Jiang Anning in a good mood.
However, Jiang Anning's plan to invite the two families to have dinner together failed to come to fruition.
After something like this happened, no one was in the mood to eat roasted mutton anymore.
After a few casual chats, everyone went back to their homes.
Jiang Genshan stood not far from Aunt Fang with an honest and reserved look on his face. He kept a distance from her sensibly and said, "I will put all the firewood under the wall of the warehouse for you. When the weather is good, Take it out in the sun and blow it dry, and it will burn better when the time comes.”
"Hey, thank you uncle!"
Jiang Anning politely sent the person out of the door.
After everyone went home, she stood at the door in a daze for a while.
The Zhao family's yard next door was eerily quiet.
She didn't know if the two brothers would agree to help as she wished.
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Capital, Jiang'anhou Mansion.
"When did a powerful embroiderer appear in Jiang'an County? Even the palace knew about it, and she specially pointed her to make wedding clothes for our son..."
Mrs. Jiang An looked at the auspicious clothes sent from the palace and murmured in her heart.
"It doesn't even have a name, it just says that she is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County. How can we find someone?"
"If I look back and find the wrong one, I will be beaten by that person again..."
Mrs. Jiang Anhou's voice suddenly paused: "Could it be that this is the idea in the palace?"
"Yes, yes, it must be!"
"This imperial edict granting marriage has been spoken for so long, but none of us have seen it, let alone heard of the princess. Don't think it's really a plot planned by the palace, and they want to invite you to the urn."
Marquis Jiang An also looked livid and looked unhappy.
Obviously he was thinking of what happened in the palace that day.
But in front of the whole family, I had to calm down, pretend to be calm, and softly reprimanded Mrs. Jiang Anhou: "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't be afraid that walls have ears, and trouble will come from your mouth!"
Mrs. Jiang Anhou pursed her lips, but the worry in her heart inevitably deepened.
In fact, this marriage gift came too suddenly and without any warning.
They were still able to immerse themselves in joy before.
I just want to call people back quickly, so as not to miss the imperial edict in person and be criticized for their mistakes.
Today's Jiang'an Hou Mansion has gone through many twists and turns, and is already riddled with holes, and it can no longer withstand any more blows.
Although if he accepts this marriage, he will inevitably wrong his younger son.
But the family is in a precarious situation, so what does it mean to wrong someone?
Whether it is light or heavy, everyone in Jiang'anhou Mansion can still carry it.
Not to mention, marriage granted by imperial decree is inherently glorious.
No matter how unwilling they are in their hearts, they still have to be happy and grateful.
Otherwise, if a disrespectful label is slapped on him, the whole family's future may be ruined.
Even Jiang Wei, the person involved, knew this very well.
From the moment he decided to return to Beijing, he no longer had the capital to be willful.
Just...
"Who is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"
Jiang Wei pinched the fabrics that had been prized by the palace and specially used to tailor his wedding attire, and frowned so hard that he almost killed mosquitoes.
He has been in Jiang'an County for so many years, and he has paid special attention to the embroidery business.
But I have never heard of the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.
Who could it be?
"A few years ago, on the birthday of the Queen Mother, an embroidery workshop in Jiang'an County once presented a picture of worshiping Buddha."
"It is said that the embroidery of worshiping the Buddha is so vivid and lifelike that it is very loved by the Queen Mother, and she even gave a large reward for it."
When Marquis Jiang An mentioned the picture of worshiping the Buddha, his expression was extremely serious.
At that time, it was a troubled time for the Jiang family. They were in a period where they were busy trying to survive in the cracks, but they did not have more energy to find out about a pair of embroidery.
"This picture of worshiping Buddha was sent to Chaohuang Embroidery House. I heard that Jiangning Weaving also donated an embroidery at that time. It was made by more than a dozen top embroiderers from Jiangning Weaving House and took two and a half years to complete. The woven picture of thousands of birds facing the phoenix"
"I just didn't expect that the picture of worshiping Buddha produced by this small embroidery shop in Jiangning County would completely overshadow the limelight. The Queen Mother also liked the picture of worshiping Buddha even more..."
Jiang Wei's face darkened: "It's strange to say that the Queen Mother clearly doesn't believe in Buddhism, and rarely worships Buddha. She was even influenced by the late emperor, and she scorned these stories of gods, Buddhas and ghosts."< br>
"Why did you suddenly become interested in a Buddhist painting that was obviously not suitable for your liking?"
When Marquis Jiang An heard what he said, he couldn't help but think deeply.
Yes, the Queen Mother does not believe in Buddhism, so why is she so fond of a picture of worshiping Buddha?
I heard that I even thought about accepting the owner of the embroidery shop who presented the Buddha pictures as my adopted daughter, but I gave up the idea after hearing that she was already married and widowed.
"At that time, the Hou Mansion was in troubled times, and not many of us were able to enter the palace to see what the worshiping Buddha picture looked like..."
Mrs. Jiang Anhou couldn't help but also started to murmur.
"I heard it's very interesting."
Jiang Wei didn't look very good-looking. He had heard about this when he was in Jiang'an County.
But when he wanted to find out who the embroiderer of the Buddha picture was, he still couldn't figure it out.
Especially the owner of the embroidery shop, he simply didn't care about life and death. Even for his identity when he moved out of the Jiang'an Marquis Mansion, the woman was not willing to give up her face at all and was unwilling to reveal anything about the embroiderer of the Buddha's Ceremony Picture.
"Could it be that the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County designated by the palace is the embroiderer of this Buddha image?"
Madam Jiang Anhou had an idea and boldly guessed.
She followed with a relaxed expression: "In this case, there are traces to follow, and it is not a difficult matter."
After hearing this, Marquis Jiang An also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not that difficult if we can find the direction! I'm just afraid that the wedding is coming, and we don't have a clue at all, like headless flies. It seems to be spinning around. ”
"Aniang is still the number one embroiderer in the prayer palace, and she has nothing to do with the Buddha embroiderer! Otherwise, things may not be optimistic!"
Jiang Wei spoke coldly, ruthlessly cutting off people's hopes.
"Why is the embroiderer of the Buddha picture not optimistic?"
Mrs. Jiang An looked puzzled: "Anything sent to the palace must go through inspection, registration and other processes over and over again."
"The records of the origin and whereabouts of various things are stored in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and every once in a while, a lot of manpower and material resources are spent on re-copying and maintaining them so that they can be consulted at any time... …”
Madam Marquis Jiang An frowned slightly: "Although our Marquis Mansion is not as good as before, if you want to check the internal affairs records of the palace, you can still do it by relying on more connections and spending more money, let alone , just checking the person who gave the birthday gift is not a big secret."
Has the son been away from home for many years and is no longer familiar with the capabilities of the Hou Mansion?
Jiang Wei shook his head and let out a sigh of relief: "It is indeed not difficult to find people who entered the palace to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday."
"But what if some people who come to the palace to offer birthday gifts don't know which embroiderer the Buddha's picture is from, or they are not willing to reveal it at all?"
Jiang Wei: "To tell you the truth, during the years I lived in seclusion in Jiang'an County, I also went to inquire about the boss of Chaohuang Embroidery Fang."
"However, the boss of Chaohuang Embroidery Fang is like a smelly stone in a latrine, smelly and hard!"
"No matter how I tried to test her, or asked directly, whether it was coercion or inducement, she didn't care at all and had no fear!"
"We don't even sell the face of our Jiang'an Hou Mansion!"
After all, their Marquis Mansion once produced a noble concubine who had been in great power for many years.
Even if she was angered and reprimanded by the emperor because of the imperial concubine's affairs, she had to keep a low profile and live her life with her tail between her legs for a while.
But there has never been anyone who dared to really belittle and neglect their Jiang'an Marquis Mansion.
What's more, the emperor's anger only made those powerful and aristocratic families who were in the same position as the Jiang'an Marquis Mansion feel a little wary and did not dare to interact with them.
It is still popular among the people that the emperor truly loves the imperial concubine and is willing to risk the world's disapproval and anger innocent people for the imperial concubine. It is easy to avoid bad luck.
So, as the natal family of the imperial concubine, the status of Jiang'an Hou Mansion is probably much more dignified and powerful than that of many princes' families!
If the owner of Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop was just a small embroidery workshop owner who was trapped in Jiang'an County and had never seen much of the world, he was a poor frog in the well and didn't know the powerful position of Jiang'an Marquis Mansion. Original.
It just so happened that the boss of Chaohuang Embroidery Shop had seen the world and even entered the palace.
As long as she is a smart person, even if she is just trying to survive, not to please, and is worried that she will offend someone's bad luck or taboo, or make a mistake and lose her life, she should have deliberately explored the power relations in the capital.
You should know that the biggest taboo in the palace is to mention the imperial concubine.
But even with such a status in Jiang'an Houfu, the owner of the small embroidery workshop dared not to give face, not to flatter, not to be humble and please.
"...In this case, there is only one possibility."
Jiang Wei thought he had an analysis of the truth: "The embroidery shop boss is confident that even if she doesn't say anything, she won't get into trouble."
But where does such confidence come from?
It must have been given by someone more powerful than the Marquis of Jiang'an, or to be more precise, in the eyes of the owner of the embroidery shop, it was given by someone more powerful than the Marquis of Jiang'an.
"Even if I ask as a Marquis, I can't find out. How can I find out about those useless corpses in the palace?"
"It is even very possible that someone deliberately wants to conceal the identity of this embroiderer, and will arrange all relations in advance, so that those responsible for record verification will turn a blind eye."
In this way, even if they can use their connections to check the archives of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they will most likely not be able to find anything. Instead, they may once again attract the emperor's fear and reprimand because of this action.
"Who dares to be so bold..."
Mrs. Jiang Anhou made a sound in shock, thought of something, and fell silent for a moment.
Who else could it be besides that one?
"What should we do?" Her eyes were filled with tears and her eyes were red: "Although we still don't know when the wedding day will be, we must prepare everything for the wedding."
"We can't really wait for the imperial edict to come down and then rush to put it on the shelves."
"But we have no idea who the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County is."
Zhao Tan wanted Jiang Wei to have his wedding dress embroidered by the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County. She said, "Aiqing has lived in Jiang'an County for many years. I think she has great affection for every plant and tree in Jiang'an County. It's hard to leave her homeland." , just think about it.
Although this was just a casual remark, even if the emperor said something casually, even if it was not very formal, ministers must be very alert and carry it out as an imperial edict, otherwise it would be disrespectful.
Jiang Wei thought of Jiang Anning inexplicably.
That girl's embroidery work is very good.
If Jiang Anning came to sew a wedding dress for him... Jiang Wei felt a little more excited when he thought of this.
Being able to sew a wedding dress for the one you love, I imagine she will also be happy, right?
Unfortunately, this honor is destined to belong only to the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.
Jiang Anning... I'm afraid she's not qualified yet.
It would be great if the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County was Jiang Anning.
Jiang Wei thought about it, shook his head and laughed, feeling that he was a little whimsical.
Jiang Anning is just a village girl who is pretty good at embroidery, so she can't be the embroiderer of Buddha pictures.
"Let's take one step at a time. Fortunately, there is no formal decree or decree, and there is still room for change."
Jiang Wei said something nonchalant.
Mrs. Jiang Anhou couldn't help but look at her husband, who nodded lightly and sighed: "This is the case, I'm afraid this is the only way."
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"The best embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"
Wang Shang frowned and looked at the news sent from the capital: "Where did the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County come from..." His voice suddenly stopped, and then he thought of something, and exclaimed: "Jiang Anning?!" < br>
Jiao Niang nodded: "Nine times out of ten, sir, could it be that the Lord is dissatisfied with our work efficiency and is warning us?"
After stationing in Jiang'an County for eight years, not only did she fail to kill anyone, but she also watched her become famous and became the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.
Although this reputation did come out of the blue, it seemed like someone was behind it secretly.
But in the end, it was enough to ask them for dereliction of duty.
What's more, if someone really spreads this reputation, I'm afraid it will be even harder for them to take action.
"Sir, should we take action?"
Wang Shang had a sullen face and looked at the person with unclear meaning. Jiao Niang felt even more stressed, but she still had to bite the bullet and brace herself up and said: "We have been here for eight years, and even Jiang Wei returned to Beijing to get married. Shouldn't we also..."
"Why, you also want to go back and get married?" Wang Shang sneered and mocked.
How can people like them get married if their lives are precarious.
What's the difference between that and giving your back to the enemy?
What's more, she had already taken the terminating medicine.
Jiao Niang's face froze for a moment, thinking of many bad things in the past, she remained silent.
Wang Shang showed his rare emotion and sighed softly: "My dear lady, to be honest, aren't you happy in your life in Jiang'an County?"
Why do you have to go back to the cannibal cave and the prison of desire in the capital?
Jiao Niang raised her head and glanced at the person in surprise.
To be honest, except for the first two years, my life in Jiang'an County was quite comfortable and comfortable.
She can sleep with any man she wants. Even if she picks up a pleasant-looking man on the street, she doesn't have to worry about whether he is the concubine of a powerful family or whether he is secretly raised by a servant in an outer room. My dear, my days are as pleasant as I want them to be.
"You must be happy in Jiang'an County."
Wang Shang seemed to see through people's hearts at a glance, and laughed with unknown meaning: "What a pity."
He said something without starting to the end, and left without looking back, leaving the girl there, confused.
"What's a pity?"
Wang Shang couldn't say what a pity it was.
As he walked on the street, he always felt that today's sunshine was shining on his body, which made him feel extremely biting and cold, without any warmth at all.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his clothes and went to Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop.
He knew that Mrs. An had been living here recently, and even opened the door comfortably to start business.
"Why is Capt. Zhou so free and relaxed today and come to my place? Our embroidery workshop pays full tribute and never defaults on it." Mrs. An smiled and joked, inviting people while making tea. Take a seat.
Wang Shang is still using Zhou Geng's identity now. There is a beautiful girl on the boat who is like a fish in water, so he doesn't need to worry about anything. In addition, he got some advice from the county magistrate earlier, so he used Zhou Geng's identity to return home several times. He was so happy that the old lady of the Zhou family always smiled from ear to ear and prepared food for him. This was a very novel feeling for him, so he simply started working as a head catcher in the Yamen with peace of mind.
"Who in our Jiang'an County dares to accept Mrs. An's filial piety from you?" Wang Shang stabbed him lukewarmly.
Mrs. An smiled and didn't care. She handed him a cup of tea and said, "What are you doing here?"
Wang Shang tasted the tea slowly and was not in a hurry to say why he came: "Good tea! As expected, you can't lose your taste at Mrs. An's place."
Mrs. An chuckled: "The little mouth seems to be covered with honey, which shows that the person who came here is not good."
"Look at what you said..." It's really hard to refute.
Wang Shang smiled and stopped talking: "Who did you tell about the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"
His eyebrows were sharp for a moment, then relaxed again, and he sarcastically said: "You are really good at killing with one hand!"
"What is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?" Mrs. An frowned slightly, not understanding.
"You don't know?" Wang Shang sneered, obviously not believing it.
Mrs. An frowned: "I really don't know, who is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"
Wang Shang stared at the person's expression for a long time. Seeing that the person's expression did not seem to be hypocritical, he also frowned: "You really don't know?"
"Should I know?" Mrs. An was frank, not afraid of the other party's scrutiny.
Wang Shang frowned in thought and didn't speak for a long time.
Not Mrs. An?
Who else could it be?
A chill suddenly rose in his heart. Could it be that that person had never trusted him? Besides him, are there other informants arranged in Jiang'an County?
Is it someone else, or is there a traitor under his command?
Seeing that he remained silent, Mrs. An looked worried: "What's going on? Who is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County? Jiang Anning?"
"Don't you know that?" Wang Shang raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, but his meaning was unclear.
Mrs. An unabashedly rolled her eyes at him: "I can let you come over to question my embroiderer, why should I think of him? Apart from Jiang Anning, is there anything else in Jiang'an County that deserves your attention, Commander Wang?" Attentive? ”
"I said, are you really in love with her?" Mrs. An looked at the person, as if she wanted to explore the deepest desires in the person's heart.
Wang Shang's face darkened: "Boring!"
Mrs. An seemed to have discovered something new: "You can't be serious, can you?"
"Yes, yes, you have been here for eight full years. Eight years. How many opportunities did you have to kill Jiang Anning easily without raising suspicion, but you just didn't do it."
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Mrs. An smiled and raised her hand to hold the broken hair that fell from her temples: "Don't tell me that you are afraid that idiot Jiang Wei will find some traces and follow the clues to find the person behind you."< br>
"The knife that he is most proud of, can't he have the ability to quietly kill an orphan who has no strength, no father and no mother?"
"Master Wang, forget about deceiving others, but don't deceive yourself too!"
Wang Shang's face was cold and he didn't say a word.
"You are so impatient to come to me, do you think that there will be any improvement in the order that has been passed down from above?"
Mrs. An smiled nonchalantly: "The number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County...heh, it's me who is praising and killing Jiang Anning, or someone else is praising and killing her. Does it matter?"
Of course it's not important.
What's important is that it won't take long for Jiang Anning's reputation to spread to the capital, to other state capitals, and possibly even beyond.
In this way, he could no longer sit there and eat nothing, and had to kill her quickly...
Otherwise, it is a missed opportunity.
It would be his dereliction of duty if he could not kill Jiang Anning smoothly.
That person can naturally send other people over to help him complete the task.
There is no need to keep the disobedient knife.
Wang Shang's heart suddenly sank.
He drank several cups of tea one after another, as if he had made some decision, and stood up to leave: "I've been bothered a lot today. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
"Easy to say."
Mrs. An refused to be polite and ordered Zi Su beside her: "Send Zhou Baotou a good life for me."
Zi Su bowed her knees and respectfully sent Wang Shang out of the embroidery workshop.
But when she came back, she couldn't help but wonder: "Madam, do you think Wang Shang will attack Jiang Anning?"
"Who knows."
Mrs. An didn't care much and said: "It doesn't matter whether he will attack or not, it won't hinder us."
"That's what Madam said." Zi Su knew better and stopped asking.
Mrs. An tilted her head and looked at her: "But where did the news about the No. 1 embroiderer in Jiang'an County come from? It's better to check it carefully. Don't look back. We have become fools too. We can even push knives." I don’t know until I see it.”
Zisu immediately responded with a solemn expression.
Mrs. An said "hmm" and sent the person away.
After they left, she looked up at the sky and murmured softly: "The sky is going to change again."
Mrs. An smiled coldly, with unspeakable sarcasm.
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Jiang Anning had no idea about the preparedness of all parties.
She was really bored at home, so she simply took advantage of the coolness of getting up early to wander around in the woods at the east end of the village at dawn.
In this season, there are no edible wild fruits or vegetables, so there are very few people coming to the woods.
I don't know if she was lucky, but as soon as she walked a little deeper into the woods, she came across a nest of bird eggs, which fell low on the grass leaves.
Jiang Anning was a little dumbfounded: "I don't know if this bird is stupid or stupid, but it built its nest here."
She looked at the five bird eggs that were spread out in her hand but did not take up the entire hand, and she was a little curious about what kind of bird they were.
“It’s so exquisite.”
Putting the eggs, the bird's nest, and the grass leaves hanging from the bird's nest all into the basket, Jiang Anning continued walking forward without any burden.
I walked around and caught some fish and shrimps by the stream, but found nothing more.
Jiang Anning felt bored walking around, so she turned around and walked back.
As she passed the nux vomica tree, she couldn't help but stop.
Things happened one after another before, which gave her little chance to study this thing.
Nowadays, there are few fruits on the trees, and there are no fruits. Only a few fresh ones can be found on the ground.
Jiang Anning thought for a while, took out the handkerchief, carefully wrapped a few intact and fresh nux vomica fruits, held them in her hand and headed home.
When I got home, smoke was coming from the houses one after another in the village.
She placed the bird's nest and eggs on the woodpile in the yard and had no time to take care of it for the time being.
Then he put the nux vomica fruit wrapped in a handkerchief on the kang in the main room, then took the backpack and went to the well to clean the small fish and shrimps.
Dong Dong~
While he was busy, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Anning stood up, wiped his hands, and asked in a loud voice: "Who is it?"
"Me!"
Aunt Fang responded: "Aunt Fang."
Jiang Anning quickly walked over and opened the door: "Why are Aunt Fang here? Have you eaten? Come in quickly..."
She smiled and made way for someone to come in.
Aunt Fang waved her hand: "I won't go in. I just came here to bring you some food. I baked a few cakes this morning. I was thinking that you haven't had a fire here for a while. I'm afraid it's too late to pack up now, so I came here to give you some." .”
"Thank you, Auntie, I was thinking about eating this."
Jiang Anning accepted it with a smile: "I just came back from hunting for some small fish and shrimps. I will fry them into small fish paste later. I will also send some to my aunt."
Aunt Fang said "Hey": "Then the relationship is better."
She agreed readily and did not refuse.
He was in a good mood when he looked at it, and he didn't look like he looked red-eyed from crying yesterday.
Jiang Anning simply borrowed Aunt Fang's stove and made breakfast.
Indeed, it is a bit troublesome to clean up the kitchen that has not been turned on for a long time.
Aunt Fang happily helped others nearby.
Watching someone scoop out a bowl of fried golden and shiny mixed fish sauce as soon as they hit the ground, I couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, I only thought Sui Ran's craftsmanship was good, but now, looking at it, your craftsmanship is even better than Sui Ran's." Nothing less than that, the peace that is hidden deep.”
Jiang Anning smiled humbly: "No way, my aunt praises me."
The two of them had a pleasant meal.
"Why haven't you seen Brother Da Zhuang or Brother Er Zhuang?" Jiang Anning wisely did not mention Jiang Genshan.
Aunt Fang snarled: "Send them to go to the town with their father to find work. It's the slack time for the farmers, and it's not cool to stay at home."
Whether it was sending people out to do work, or keeping an eye on Jiang Genshan, or both, I don't know.
Jiang Anning didn't mean to ask further questions, and flattered the person: "That's true."
After that, neither of them mentioned anything about the things in the village. They only talked about insignificant gossip and finished their breakfast happily.
Aunt Fang picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Jiang Anning couldn't help much, so she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard to help clean up the vegetable patch and weed the grass.
"Hey, put it down. How can I let you do such a rough job?"
Aunt Fang didn't see anyone when she came out of the kitchen. When she found out that someone had come to the backyard to clean up the vegetable garden, she was shocked.
Feeling distressed and nervous, she took Jiang Anning's white little hand, blew off the dirt on it, and checked it carefully and repeatedly to make sure there were no scratches or cuts before giving up.
But he couldn't help but criticize: "Is this a rough job that your hands can do?"
"Although I can't do any fine embroidery work, I also know that the hands of this embroiderer are the most valuable. Even if I bump into it a little bit, the thread will be scratched and the embroidery will be damaged. You kid, I'm really worried about that. Da, he didn’t even care, he came here to do this.”
"What's there to do about the broken vegetable garden?"
"If you really hurt your hand, I wonder where you will go to cry."
Aunt Fang scolded and felt distressed. She took the person back to the house, poured warm water and helped him wash his hands.
Jiang Anning was stunned and couldn't come to her senses.
This was the first time she heard someone tell her that the embroiderer's hands were precious and could not be damaged, and she was not allowed to do rough work.
In her previous life, she had told the Zhao family that she could not do farm work and would cut her hands and develop calluses.
In this case, the embroidery will be damaged and the price will not be sold.
But what did the Zhao family say?
They used acrimonious tones, mocking her for being born with a low life, a mud-legged person, and knowing how to embroider a few stitches, yet they regarded themselves as the eldest lady.
Zhao Hai even slapped her and threatened to chop off her hands to see if she was still pretentious.
As a last resort, she had to go to work in the fields and watched as her white and tender hands became increasingly rough.
The Zhao family members were still sarcastic: "You said you can't do the work, aren't you doing a good job? It's just pretentious and needs to be dealt with..."
"Some people are born to be scoundrels, and they have to be slapped in the face before they learn to behave."
Jiang Anning felt aggrieved after hearing such words, but she couldn't argue with him and didn't know how to argue.
She thought about it, and even now, she still didn't know how to deal with it.
Aunt Fang washed her hands, and then took out the hand oil that she was reluctant to use and applied it carefully: "This girl's hands are like her second face, so she needs to take good care of them." Take good care of yourself, especially you, the embroiderer..."
As she spoke, a tear suddenly fell on her hand. When she saw Jiang Anning shedding tears quietly, she cried out in panic: "Don't cry? What's going on? This is... ”
Aunt Fang thought that she had just spoken too harshly, so she hurriedly coaxed: "Auntie, I didn't mean to say to you, eh, eh, eh, blame me, blame me. What I said is too serious. Stop crying. Stop crying. It's aunt who was wrong. I'll give it to you." Apologize, stop crying, we just finished our meal.”
Jiang Anning either wanted to cry or suddenly felt aggrieved.
Even Aunt Fang, who is just a neighbor next door, knows that she feels sorry for her hands that are doing embroidery work, but the Zhao family...
In the past, she thought they would be the closest people to her, but as if they didn't know, they humiliated and tortured her as much as possible, as if the more embarrassed she was, the more she could please them.
She doesn't seem like a living person, and the Zhao family has never regarded her as a member of the family.
"Hey, my little ancestor, my little aunt..."
Aunt Fang was still coaxing her carefully, but Jiang Anning couldn't stop crying. Even she felt that she was being hypocritical.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Fang. I, I didn't mean to blame you. It's not that you said something harsh."
Jiang Anning was very embarrassed to apologize.
But Aunt Fang, who heard what the person said, breathed a big sigh of relief: "Hey, don't cry anymore. Auntie sometimes doesn't speak her mind and always offends people..."
"It's not aunt's fault."
Jiang Anning emphasized this sentence emphatically. She pursed her lips, fearing that people would continue to misunderstand her, so she told people half-truths and half-falsehoods about how the Zhao family had treated her and humiliated her in her previous life.
Of course, I’m talking about this life.
After hearing this, Aunt Fang was immediately furious: "What kind of people are these from the same family! I have hands and feet and don't know how to work, so I have the dignity to support you!"
"You haven't even married yet, and they dare to despise you like this. If you do get married, they might even get worse and torture you to death!"
Jiang Anning thought to herself: In her previous life, wasn't she tortured to death by the Zhao family?
"Fortunately, you found out early, woke up, reported the person to the government, and broke off the engagement. Otherwise, if you really married into such a family, you might be destined to marry into it."
Aunt Fang scolded the Zhao family severely.
After that, every time she heard someone mention that when Jiang Anning broke off their engagement with the Zhao family, she acted too cruelly and sent people to jail without mercy. It was really ruthless and unjust and not a good match. She would rush up and get angry. After some scolding, he would tell the dirty things that the Zhao family did, and he would not stop until the other party also yelled that the Zhao family was not a thing.
Of course, these are all things for later.
At this time, Aunt Fang only cared about Jiang Anning, and she felt extremely distressed.
I feel pity that she lost her parents at a young age and grew up alone. She finally agreed to marry someone, but she didn't expect the other person to be ambitious and useless. She was almost trapped in a fire pit and lost her life.
Although the marriage was successfully divorced now, people in the world are prejudiced and always like to denounce the wrongdoings and sins of poor people.