C40

Jiang Chuanzhong looked at the village woman's ignorant face, shook his head, and sighed: "Some things can never be explained to some people."

He stood up from the brick bed, dusted off his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" The Qin family, who had just been immersed in their own world, exclaimed.

"I just suddenly thought of Brother Sheng and wanted to see him." Jiang Chuanzhong said as he turned to the side, his steps pausing slightly.

née Qin turned her head to look at the bell placed on the kang behind her. It was a product that had been delivered by Jiang Tuo to her a few days ago. Even if she had the money, she might not be able to buy it in the capital.

"I'm fine. I just heard his reading voice. I'm going over to take a look." With that, Jiang Chuanzhong walked out of the main room of the Jun Yating Hall.

Did you hear the sound of a book being read?

The Qin family perked up their ears in suspicion. In this silent night, they could only hear their own heartbeats.

In a room in the west wing, Zhao Su Niang, who was wearing a simple flower jacket, tucked up the blanket for her son. In a room in the west wing, Zhao Su Niang, who was wearing a simple flower coat, tucked up the blanket for her son.

Zhao Su Niang smiled and shook her head, she placed the oil lamp on the brick bed, then picked up a half-embroidered bag from the sewing basket on the brick bed and said, "I'll sleep if I can make more needlework. If you're tired, then go to sleep first."

She also took out a handkerchief from her sewing basket, embroidered it while she said with a smile, "Today, when I was sending off the embroidery work, Aunt He asked me if I was willing to take on the embroidery work, saying that they would feed me and give me the needlework, and also give me a silver tael each."

"One tael of silver for each?" Zhao Su Niang looked at Qing Qing in surprise.

"That's right, we had accumulated three months of embroidery, but it was only worth two taels of silver," Cai Qing sighed. "If we could get a wedding handkerchief a month, we could earn twelve taels of silver a year!"

Twelve taels of silver! Zhao Su Niang's heart was moved.

"However, this bridal veil is different from other small objects. It's so bright red that it's easy to attract attention," Zhao Su Niang frowned as she shook her head, "If the Madam finds out about this, it'll be troublesome."

When Qing Qing thought about it, she felt that it made sense. She and her concubine would get up in the morning to work in the dark every day; wasn't it just to secretly earn some money in private?

For a time, both master and servant fell into silence.

Jiang Chuanzhong pushed open the curtain and entered the western room. He saw Zhao Susu and Caiqing lighting up a bean-sized oil lamp and sitting on a kang in the inner room, sewing.

"Why didn't you light the lamp?" Jiang Chuanzhong laughed. "You're hurting your eyes doing needlework like this, right?"

"Old master?" Zhao Su Niang didn't expect Jiang Chuzhong to come over, so she quickly put down the embroidery work in her hands and got off the brick bed while wearing her shoes, "Why are you here at this time?"

Caiqing also stood up with a meaningful look, hurriedly helping Zhao Sanniang store the needlework on the brick bed.

"Yeah, I just suddenly wanted to come and see you." Jiang Chuanzhong casually sat on the kang and leaned against the pillow that was placed on top of the bed.

Every time he felt annoyed, he would be willing to sit with her. Even if he only watched her quietly do the embroidery, he would still feel at peace.

"Qing Qing, go get the Plum Blossom Tea that I was scenting earlier and make a bowl for Master." Zhao Su Niang ordered with a light smile on her face, "It's already night time. Drink some other tea, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night."

Qing Xin replied and left, while Jiang Chuanzhong looked at Zhao Su Niang in surprise, "You even scented tea?"

"Just having nothing to do at home." Zhao Su Niang smiled, "But this is my first time, I don't know if I'll be able to succeed or not, so I didn't use any good tea leaves, and I can only let the old master smell it …"

Just as they were talking, Qing Tu walked in with two cups of tea. A faint plum blossom fragrance wafted into the air.

"It's quite interesting." Jiang Chuanzhong accepted the tea and assumed the posture of having a long conversation with his mother.

Qing Cheng covered his mouth and laughed. He then quietly went to the bed and picked up the quilt he had made earlier and quietly left the room.

Although Jiang Chuanzhong disagreed with the words spoken by the Qin family, he still left early the next morning. He had to ask that person if he knew anything about the Board of Justice that same year.

However, when he returned, he was like an eggplant that had been beaten by frost. His entire body was listless.

That same year, his words were like a hammer that struck him in the heart as he spoke, "It's not like we didn't help you consider the lack of an assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice. You know that assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice is at the fourth grade!" If you want to sit in this position, you definitely need to walk around again. However, before we can even notify you, that person from the seventh prince has already left … You also know that compared to the Seventh Prince, we can't even twist our arms enough. Legs! "You previously said that you wanted to get a government official, but now, you don't even have anything good to show to others. If I were to ask you to become a county magistrate or something of that sort, you would definitely not be willing to do so …"

Listening to that person's seemingly grand and flawless words, Jiang Chuanzhong had the urge to drag that person down and give him a good beating.

But what good was that? At the end of the day, these people were still bullying him because no one could speak up for him at such a crucial moment!

At the thought of this, Jiang Chuanzhong felt a burst of angina and staggered back to Jun Yutang.

The Qin family was still sulking over his sudden departure last night, so when Jiang Chuanzhong came in, she didn't stand up to welcome him. Instead, she turned over on the brick bed and turned her face away from him.

Jiang Chuanzhong sat on the brick bed with a dejected look on his face. His eyes were staring straight ahead while he sat there in a daze.

Over the past few months, he had spent ten thousand taels of silver just for Hou Que's sake, but now, he had gotten such a result …

The Qin family was lying on their backs, but when they heard no sound from the people behind them, they only turned their heads to look at them out of curiosity. They were so frightened by Jiang Chuanzhong's dejected expression that they flipped over and sat up.

"Old... "Master …" She tried pushing Jiang Chuanzhong away from the brick bed. "You …" You are... "What's wrong …"

"What you said yesterday... "How confident are you in this?" Jiang Chuanzhong said as he slowly raised his ashen eyes to look at the Qin family.

What happened yesterday?

The Qin family looked at Jiang Chuanzhong with a puzzled expression.

"Just as you said yesterday, how confident are you in finding fault with the Marquis' Mansion's Madam Cao's methods?" Jiang Chuanzhong asked again.

"This... "I don't know …" née Qin thought for a moment, and felt it better not to say too much, "But we can pay a visit and find out what Madam Cao has to say."