The dream is not over.

Ah Xiu went to the largest embroidery workshop in Linjiang, and did not leave until noon, and rested directly here.

The housekeeper Xiuniang specially arranged a room for her, and the mother-in-law, coachman, etc., also rested in the small courtyard outside.

Mother Du sat outside and drank tea, and instructed her subordinates to retreat outside the door and not disturb the young lady's rest.

At this time, beside a stone bridge not far from the embroidery workshop, Ah Xiu was dressed as a maid, wearing a dark green cloak, hanging her head and following Du Juan quickly.

"Miss, the man lives on a rotten fish boat by the river in the northern suburbs, and I heard the little beggar say that he has been there for several years, and that the wound on his face and his lame foot have been like that from the beginning."

From the embroidery room to the northern suburbs of the river, the two walked for nearly a quarter of an hour before arriving.

It is a deep alley of low houses and a gathering place for idle people.

When Du Juan arrived, a few little beggars ran towards her with dirty empty bowls.

Holding the copper plate in her hand, she asked the little beggars, "Who did I show you?" ”

The few people who were originally pushing and shouting to squeeze in front stopped when they heard this, and one of them whispered, "It's not here." ”

"Not there? What do you mean? Didn't I tell you to look down on him? ”

"It's not that I'm running, it's dead."

He's dead?

Du Juan turned her head and glanced at Ah Xiu, covered her beating heart and asked, "How did you die, when did it happen?" ”

"Just a few days ago, I fell into the river and drowned."

"It didn't fall." A little beggar whispered, "I saw a man pushing him down." ”

A homeless beggar, when he dies, he dies and can't afford to make any waves.

But Du Juan and Ah Xiu thought of killing people at this time.

Na Langzhong's body had already been salvaged and thrown into a mass grave by the officials.

Many people saw him dead, and the news was true.

Returning to He's house from the embroidery workshop, Ah Xiu was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses at all.

"Miss, miss, the second lady is here."

Du's mother woke her up, Ah Xiu got up, got a haircut and went to the door to greet her.

Mao took a large group of maids and women, and the subordinates carried boxes and wooden tools used for weaving, which seemed to be for Ah Xiu's side.

"Auntie."

Ah Xiu stepped forward to salute, and as soon as he bent down, his arm was lifted up for Mao.

"You kid, what are you polite to me?"

Mao smiled, took her hand and walked into the house.

Mao's beauty has not diminished, and there is still some resemblance to Ah Xiu's mother between her eyebrows.

Once Ah Xiu liked her face very much, and there was a sense of intimacy when she looked at it, but at this time, she only felt a chill in her heart and inexplicable disgust.

When the two went to the room, Mao glanced at Du Juan, who was serving tea, and asked Ah Xiu: "I remember that there are a few maids around you who have reached the age, have you ever thought about matching people or letting them go home?" ”

Ah Xiu took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "I was about to talk about this, Zitong and Hongshao are both older, and I plan to let them go home in the next few days." ”

Mao nodded, "You brought those two people here, how to deal with them is up to you." ”

She glanced at Du Juan again, as if she remembered something, and said: "Du Juan, this girl is not also of age, she will definitely be reluctant to let go after following you for so long, why don't I pick a steward in the house and promote a marriage for her." ”

Ah Xiu's hand holding the tea paused, and then smiled: "This thing ......"

"Miss, miss." Du Juan, who had been beside her, knelt directly in front of Ah Xiu with a puff, "Miss, the slave maid will not marry, and the slave maid will serve you for the rest of your life." ”

Ah Xiu was moved, and quickly helped the person up and said, "I know that you are loyal, and I can't bear you." ”

"Auntie." She turned her head, her eyes were red, "Du Juan's matter, let's talk about it later." ”

Mao nodded and sighed: "It's hard for her to have such an idea, after all, it's your person, you just decide for yourself." ”

"Hmm." Ah Xiu pressed the corners of her eyes, and asked what the weaving frame she brought was for.

Mao sighed: "You also know that the workshop of weaving yarn clothes is in the hands of the fiber embroidery company, and the people in our hands have not yet understood the essentials, and you have to explore this matter." The left and right silkworm seeds have been found, don't waste this opportunity to turn around. ”

Ah Xiu's expression was a little dazed, and then sighed: "Auntie, the whereabouts of the needle score at home are unknown, I was too young back then, and I didn't learn anything except for seeing my brother knit with my mother a few times." ”

"I know that, too." Mao Shi held Ah Xiu's hand on the table, and wanted to give her strength, "But now there is no one else to choose from except you, I have worked hard recently to see if I can find it through." ”

Ah Xiu was silent, and Mao said: "Don't worry, I said that these embroidery workshops belong to the Zhuo family, and when you get married, your aunt will marry you and let you bring it into your husband's house." ”

Mao's eyes were blazing, and Ah Xiu nodded: "Okay." ”

As a member of the Zhuo family, she can't let those crafts be lost in her own hands.

Three months have passed in a flash, and the yarn in Ah Xiu's hand has not made much breakthrough, but He Jingcheng has brought a nearly perfect fabric.

The gauze is as light as a wing, shining in the sun, and there are some embroidery at the corners, which is also the unique stitching method of the Zhuo family.

"Cousin, where did this thing come from?"

"Pingyang area." He Jingcheng was a little remorseful when he mentioned this, and he was also a little angry: "Our silk has just been learned by others, and it seems that Shopkeeper Yang is over there, and he also took out the needle sheet to cooperate with others and wanted to suppress our business." ”

"Cousin, how do you know it's Shopkeeper Yang?"

Obviously, that sentence was his guess.

"Except for the needle in his hand, who can have this ability?"

"Yao Yao, I plan to go again, and when I find the shopkeeper Yang, I will have to break his body into pieces."

He Jingcheng exuded a strong aura from top to bottom, Ah Xiu's hand shook inexplicably, and said comfortingly: "Cousin, no, I still have a lot of things to ask Shopkeeper Yang, and this person can't move until the matter is clear." ”

He Jingcheng nodded in agreement, and said as soon as the words changed: "It's me who is impulsive, and when I catch someone, I will hand it over to you." ”

Ah Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Cousin, why don't I go with you." ”

"No, you don't adapt to the water and soil over there, just leave this matter to me."

He Jingcheng left quickly, and set off for Pingyang the next day, but unfortunately this time he returned empty-handed.

The person was not found, he only found that the yarn clothes came from a silk village called Wanxing, and the owner's surname was Cao, not a big person, but there were people on the road.

He hid his craft and embroidery workshop so tightly that no one knew where his things came from, only that he had an amazing embroiderer.

By the time several big families in Jiangnan traced the way they came, this person's embroidery building had already squeezed into the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River.

Newly sprouted thorns have sprung up, reaping huge profits and bringing disaster to the Cao family.

During this struggle, Ah Xiu heard that both of Cao Xu's sons had died.