Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 112
Jin is an evil thing——

If it weren't for Sanhualing, my parents and elder sister wouldn't have gone to Luoyi;

If it wasn't for Sanhualing, their family wouldn't have to be separated for a long time;
If it wasn't for Sanhualing, the Chen family's family wouldn't need her to support them, then maybe she wouldn't need to hire someone else.

If you don't need to hire someone, you won't meet Wang Zhu, and those nightmares won't happen.

Or take a step back—

If she didn't even know how to weave the most common brocade, she wouldn't be squeezed by Wang Zhu's mother and son as a cash cow day after day, and ruined the lives of her two daughters.

Fanniang often thinks and complains.

Sometimes I blame myself for being able to weave brocade, and sometimes I blame myself for being slow in weaving.

Could it be that the faster she weaved back then, her daughter would not have been sold?
But she knew clearly in her heart that the culprit was the Wang family's mother and son... But the Wang family's mother and son said it was her fault, and she was the culprit.

So who is to blame?Who is to blame?

After thinking about it all these years, the more I think about it, the more confused I become.
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"You want to turn me into a mule too?"

This questioning was like a sharp knife, piercing straight, deafening.

Facing the sight of Kunniang's judgment, Jiang Fosang was a little at a loss for a moment.

"I, no, I'm not here to scatter flowers, nor to satisfy my own desires..."

"Is that for making money?" Yuniang said straight away.

Jiang Fosang took a deep breath and nodded: "Yes, I am indeed looking for money."

"What's the difference between you and them? You nobles, you nobles, you want to monopolize all the good things in the world, but you don't want to treat people as human..." Yuniang raised her head and laughed, the laughter was mocking and desolate.

Jiang Fosang was speechless for a moment, as if he was really the kind of person she criticized.

She regained her composure, and didn't rush to defend herself, but read a poem to Fanniang.

——Why is the weaver too busy?

——The Silkworm Goddess became silk early, and the silk tax was levied early this year.

——Early levy is not the evil of officials and people.

——The battle of conscripts ends with sword sores, and the main general Xun Gao replaces Luo Mu.

——Silk reeling and silk weaving are still working hard, but it is difficult to weave when it becomes a looming machine.

——The daughter of Bai Shuang, the boss of the boss, cannot marry because of her problems.

——On the gossamer curling in front of the eaves, there are spiders coming and going.

——I envy him that insects can solve the fate of the sky, and can weave a net into the void.

After reading it, explain it to her word by word in plain and straightforward words.

"This poem is not written by me, but it is my mother." Jiang Fosang looked into Chen Yunniang's eyes sincerely, "I want you to know that I can understand the pain in your heart."

The silk tax is high, and they often face the tyranny of the imperial court and local government offices.

Don't you see, there are so many weavers in the world, how many of them can really wear silk?
Silkworm farmers and weavers, lamentably busy every year, end up making wedding clothes for others.

The most beautiful embroideries are obviously from their hands, but why can they only watch those royal nobles enjoy them?

Not to mention Fanniang, Jiang Fosang couldn't figure out the reason for this for a while.

Chen Yunniang didn't believe that Jiang Fosang could understand the hardships involved, but after hearing this song about weaving women, she felt mixed feelings for a while.

In fact, the Chen family is already considered a wealthy family, so they don't have to worry about the silk tax like ordinary weavers.But because of the crime of being pregnant, he has to face a higher level of oppression. Who can he tell the suffering, and who can he ask for justice?

The Tian family will not make mistakes, and the nobles will not make mistakes.

Then it was Kam's fault.

Jin is the source of everything.

"There is nothing wrong with this brocade." Jiang Fusang interrupted her thoughts, "Human disasters have nothing to do with them, so why add mistakes?"

Those misfortunes clearly began with government orders and human desires.

"Ordinary people can't afford brocade, and the brocade itself is not to blame. As you said, if everyone stops weaving, so that the world will no longer have brocade, can the situation be improved? Have you ever thought about it, those silkworm farmers, those spinning women, those Zhiniang, what will they do for a living?"

Chen Yunniang was silent for a long time, and said: "You speak grandly, but in the end, it is also for selfish desire."

Jiang Fosang admitted frankly, just like she just admitted that she was out for money.

"I think Chen's weaving back then would not refuse money from the door."

Chen Yunniang retorted subconsciously: "My ancestors were to pass down the brocade weaving skills..."

Facing Jiang Fosang's clear eyes, she finally fell silent.

"Some people are for inheritance, some are for profit, but who can really distinguish between the two? In fact, there is no need to make a clear distinction. Different paths may not necessarily lead to the same goal.

"When Chen's weaving flourished, it not only benefited the silkworm farmers in the township, but the silk in the whole Xiachen County became famous because of your family, and the cloth woven by ordinary people could also be sold at a good price.

"I'm planning to start a business. I can't guarantee that the weavers can spin their webs freely like the spiders under the eaves. What I can promise is that I will not treat anyone as a mule, and I will take care of the silkworm farmers and weavers as much as possible." Interests, no matter how strict the government order is, there will be no such thing as fishing in the marsh.

"We have the largest manor, the best weavers, and the most advanced looms. Weaving brocades is faster, more, and more convenient. If we are successful enough, our business will spread all over the country, and even overseas countries. more people.

"Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers. This is a helpless status quo that no one can change for the time being, but we cannot give up eating because of choking. Farmers plow their fields, which is the foundation of a country; scholars who practice their way, this is the foundation of a country; soldiers Those who defend their borders are the strength of the country. Then the way of business and trade may not necessarily make the country prosperous through industry. This is the only way for ordinary people to live a prosperous life. I believe that one day, the world will be prosperous and the fireworks will be thousands of miles away. , will be full of Qiluo people.

"Use the highest quality silk, weave the most beautiful brocade, and pass on the most exquisite skills—Ms., this is what you think in your heart, isn't it?"

Chen Yunniang didn't really hate Jin.Her hatred stems from her love.

That's why there is such a contradiction.

If I had given up, I would have given up a long time ago, and I would never touch the loom again.

Unfortunately, she couldn't let it go.

"You don't have to worry about me plotting your Sanhua Ling, you can keep Sanhua Ling's skills in your heart forever. I don't want your stuff, we can create new things together. If you remember these days I mentioned more than You should know that my words are true after a one-time Hualou machine."

Jiang Fosang looked at her solemnly, his eyes were hot and sincere.

"Miss, think about it carefully, I'll wait for your reply."
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The night was getting darker.

Fanniang got up and went to the east corner, and opened the only wooden box in the whole room.

Take out the tablets inside and wipe them one by one.

Grandfather's, grandma's, grandpa's, elder sister's, and younger sister's...

The last thing that came out was a pair of bells.

After her daughter was sold, all her clothes were burned by Wang Po, and she found the pair of bells after she was thrown back to the old house.

It should be two little people playing hide-and-seek, hiding and forgetting...

Fortunately, she forgot, otherwise she wouldn't even have the thought of seeing things and thinking about others.

Fanniang stroked the already rusty bell, held it in her palm, and pressed it tightly to her heart, tears rolling down her eyes.

In her life, she was ashamed of being a daughter and mother, and she had failed extremely.

But what to do?It's a big dream, it's too late to regret.

How many times have you thought about hanging a beam and throwing yourself into a river...

But she is unwilling, unwilling!

If he died like this, he would have no face to see his ancestors under the nine springs.

Perhaps that man was right.

Since she is no longer worthy of being a mother, she might as well devote her life to take up the responsibility of Chen's daughter.

At least...you don't have to live up to everything.

(End of this chapter)