Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 111
After Jiang Fosang applied the wound medicine, he saw that Chun Rong was still downcast.

"I'm really fine. These marks will heal in a few days, and my feet are not really sprained. Don't you know all about it?"

The ankle is indeed sprained, and it hurts a bit, but it doesn't affect walking.

Even if it really got to the point where she couldn't walk, Chunrong could carry her on her own, without the need for two people to help her.

"At the end of the day, the servant girl is not good at martial arts."

If it could be done faster, the lady would be fine.Chunrong still can't forget the embarrassment of the lady.

Jiang Fusang rubbed her head with a smile: "You haven't practiced martial arts with Master Ying for a full month, and you can knock down eight strong men by yourself, which is already good enough."

Chun Rong pursed her lips: "Not strong enough."

Jiang Fusang couldn't help her: "Okay, then keep working hard and learn from Master Ying when you get back. Just don't feel ashamed because of this time. Seriously speaking, I am somewhat grateful to those women."

Without their troubles, I don't know how to start a conversation with Yuniang.

When Fanniang saw that she was being beaten, she tried to shield her, which showed that her heart was still soft.

She pretended that her foot was hurting, but she didn't turn a blind eye to it?
The two have a friendship of fighting together, and it is easier to talk about some things.

Chun Rong seemed to understand, but at last she didn't blame herself so much.

"What did the lady see?"

Jiang Fosang smiled: "Maybe."

Coming out of the room, Jiang Fusang called Feng Hao aside: "How is the situation there?"

Feng Hao said: "The four of them have stayed in the county for the past few days to inquire. They have run around all the people in Xiachen County, and asked all the people. Eight years ago, the person contacted by the mother and son of the Wang family was painted. She is from this county, but she has been dead for many years and has no descendants, and no one knows where the daughter of Zunniang was sold."

Even if I'm alive, I'm afraid it won't be of much use. There were too many people who sold their sons and daughters in those years. No matter which village they went to, they would leave empty and return with a full load.

These children were trafficked to various places in Dayan, and they died or were injured on the way. If they survived by chance, they had to be resold several times. How could a man remember their whereabouts one by one?
"Munniang's two daughters were about six or seven years old when they were sold. It's time to remember."

As long as there is a chance, they will come back to find their mother.

There has been no news for these years. The best result is that she will be a slave somewhere; the worst result is that she will be the same as her in the previous life...or even, she is no longer in this world.

Jiang Fosang sighed sadly.
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Fan Niang seemed to know that she would come, and the courtyard door was not closed.

Jiang Fosang found her in the weaving room, and this time she lit the lamp.

"You go." Yuniang stopped what she was doing, "I don't have what you want."

This was the first time in these days that she took the initiative to speak, but she issued an order to evict the guest.I think it's thanks to her for helping me today, and I don't want her to waste any more time.

"What do you think I want?" Jiang Fosang asked back, "Is it the weaving method of scattered flower silk?"

Chen Yunniang was silent.

Jiang Fusang laughed, it turned out that Yuniang always thought they came for Sanhua Ling.

So in her eyes, she and Wang Zhu seemed no different.

No wonder she has a good face.

"Niang Niang." Jiang Fosang walked over and squatted down.

Looking at her face from a close distance, it is full of grooves, dark yellow and dull.

All the trials and hardships of the past are reflected on this face, but there is no trace of joy of rebirth—Menniang is awake, I am afraid she would rather be in a state of confusion.

There is no doubt that she blamed herself for what happened to her daughter.Guilt and self-blame gnawed at her heart day and night, life was worse than death.

But she still did not fall, indicating that there must be some belief supporting her.

Looking for a girl?

No, as Li Li said, she probably has given up hope.

What would it be?
Jiang Fosang thought about this question over and over again, and she had been observing Chen Junniang, including the two fairs.

To this day, Jiang Fosang felt that he had found the answer when he saw Chen Yunniang pressing the worthless piece of cloth tightly under her body and refusing to let go despite being kicked and beaten by others.

"If I say, I can help you find your daughter, are you willing to come with me?"

Chen Yunniang said dumbly: "A few years earlier, if someone said this to me, I would like to treat her like a bull or a horse."

The implication is that it is too late.

"I'm not going to hide it from you. At first I really planned to negotiate with you on this condition, but unfortunately, I couldn't find him." She paused, "Even if I said I would not give up and would continue to search...but in the end Until someone is found, it's always an empty promise."

Chen Yunniang was not surprised at all, nor did she show the slightest expectation because of this promise.

"Then put this aside, why not listen to my second condition." Jiang Fusang smiled, "Ms. Chen, the Chen family started out as a weaver, and you have inherited the painstaking skills and high hopes of your ancestors. You will really be able to do no brocade in this life." ?”

After the words fell, Chen Yunniang's expression changed.

But only for a moment.

"What kind of good thing is brocade?" She whispered, "It will only ruin people's lives."

Grandmother is good at weaving silk and silk, and because of this she won the favor of nobles. She was first summoned to Luoyi, and then sent to the palace.

Who doesn't envy the weavers in the world?
Even she had longed for a time, wanting to learn the skills of her grandmother earlier, so as to earn more fame for the Chen family.

At that time, she couldn't understand why her grandfather had been so worried since her mother left, and she didn't have a day of happiness.

She didn't even understand why her mother refused to take her to Luoyi, and even sent letters repeatedly asking her to act like a clumsy to the outside world.

It wasn't until the year of her marriage that her eldest sister came back from Luoyi and had a night-time conversation with her that she knew the suffering behind the scenery.

"Luoyi is full of dignitaries, what is a little weaver girl? It takes only a few months to get one of the scattered flower silk, and even the female family members of the Taiwei's mansion can't afford it, not to mention so many empresses and princesses in the palace. Harassing. My mother works day and night, and even I...Second sister, I often feel like a mule pulling a mill, round and round, never seeing the end. I used to like brocade weaving so much, but now I see brocade I have nightmares again and again, if my mother hadn't taken care of it for me this time, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to come back to congratulate you."

Unexpectedly, Grandmother and Eldest Sister lived such a life, and Yuniang was heartbroken.

"Since that's the case, why don't you pass on the Sanhua Ling technique—" She knew it was against her ancestors' wishes, but she just didn't want to see her mother and elder sister exhausted to death.

The eldest sister smiled wryly: "Not long after we entered the palace, we were forced to teach the techniques to the weavers in the palace. It just takes ten years of skill to weave a high-quality loose flower silk. Those who can meet the nobleman's requirements are temporarily Just me and my mother."

The eldest sister hurried back to Luoyi after only two days at home.

Half a year later, bad news came from the palace that the eldest sister died.

The concubine was unable to wear new clothes to accompany the emperor to climb the heights because of illness, and the concubine was so annoyed that she ordered the palace servants to punish her with sticks...the eldest sister was beaten to death.

After the eldest sister died, people from the palace asked the ancestors, is there anyone in the Chen family who can weave silk?
At that moment, she really understood the painstaking efforts of her mother to hide her clumsiness.

She escaped by chance, but her mother was still trapped in Luoyi.

Until the Xuanhe Rebellion, the Hulu invaded the palace and set fire to it. All the workers of the beautiful silk and silk were burned to death, and no one survived.

"Jin is a harmful thing." Chen Zhenniang repeated the words, and then stared at Jiang Fosang, "You want to turn me into a mule too?"

　Thanks to Qianyuyanran and Piaoping from the End of the World for the monthly tickets~Thank you for your recommendation~

　　
　
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