I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 80 Pretending to use the name of the deceased

Jiang Anning rolled her eyes at him: "Let's stay here and recover from our injuries for the time being."

Duan Qingshan moved his mouth, wanting to say something.

Jiang Anning did not give him this opportunity: "Only when you have a good body can you do things well."

"When you recover, I will explain what you have to do."

She turned around to leave, then thought of something and turned around again: "Remember, you don't know me."

"It's just that when I entered the city, I saw you looking slovenly and felt pitiful, so I had the best of intentions and helped you."

Duan Qingshan said 'oh': "I understand."

Jiang Anning just said 'hmm' and left.

When she went downstairs, she muttered as if unintentionally: "Don't be so kind again. I look like a normal person, but I didn't expect that he has an abnormal mind."

The sound was not loud, but it was enough to hear the waiter who was bored in the lobby and his eyes were dazed.

"What are you, guest sir?"

When the waiter saw someone coming down, he hurriedly greeted him.

"gone."

"what?"

gone?

The waiter looked at the person in confusion and disappeared into the crowd almost in the blink of an eye. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

When Duan Qingshan came down to look for food in the evening, the waiter couldn't bear the gossip and had the courage to go up to him and strike up a conversation.

Duan Qingshan remembered Jiang Anning's explanation and looked coldly in the face of people's insinuations: "She was begging for food on the roadside. She saw me and insisted on bringing me over to stay at the inn to take a shower."

He said it as if he meant it. He suddenly paused and stared at the waiter: "Has she paid for the meal?"

"what?"

The waiter was stunned.

Duan Qingshan said confidently: "I have no money. If she doesn't give me money, I won't eat."

"what?"

The waiter looked at the messy dishes and couldn't understand the meaning of him saying he wouldn't eat anymore.

"Sir, you are..."

Eat a king's meal?
But he looked at the man with a ferocious look, as if he could eat people, but he didn't dare to argue loudly. He could only smile apologetically and said against his will: "Hahaha, I gave it to you, that kind guest officer, I gave it to you." Yes, you can eat it, feel free to eat it."

The waiter quietly retreated and distanced himself from others.

I still remember that when the little lady left, she seemed to mutter that this person was a madman?

The waiter had a bitter look on his face and secretly cursed himself for being unlucky.

I don’t usually see many customers, but when I finally came, it was still unusual.

I don’t know if the little lady will come back tomorrow.

The waiter prayed sincerely, hoping that Jiang Anning could come back.

Otherwise, he might have to spend all the little reward he got today!

"Oh! What the hell is this!"
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Jiang Anning originally wanted to go to Wan Niang to ask if the management of Zhao Yuanshan was going well.

When Naihe came out, it was already half afternoon.

By the time we arrived at the gate of the county town, the sun was almost setting.

He was delayed by Duan Qingshan who jumped out suddenly, and it was already dark.

At this moment, the boat business is booming.

She should stop attracting attention.

After thinking about it, Jiang Anning transferred to Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop.

In the embroidery workshop, Song Yao was sighing.

"What's wrong, Sister Song, you are so worried, I can hear your sigh from a long distance away."

Jiang An Ning's voice arrived before anyone else.

Song Yao was startled and hurriedly stood up to greet him: "Hey, my little ancestor, you are finally back."

"If you don't come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect this embroidery workshop, so I'll sell it in a hurry."

Jiang Anning was slightly surprised: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"What else could it be!"

Song Yao became furious as he spoke: "Isn't it just Sheng Yuewen that beast..."

She sighed, her face full of sorrow: "I don't know where he found someone, but she said she was an embroiderer who embroidered Buddhist pictures."

"Who embroidered the Buddha-worshiping picture, and who gave it to me, can I still not know?"

Song Yao glanced at Jiang Anning and hesitated for a moment.

It wasn't like she didn't have doubts in her heart.

But that suspicion almost disappeared after Jiang Anning showed his hand.

"But it just so happened that the embroiderer whom Sheng Yuewen found was very discreet when it came to the Buddha-worshiping pictures."

"She also picked up a pair of double-sided Sanyi embroidered fans using the same technique..."

Song Yao sighed: "Now, even Mrs. An has been tricked. She would rather break the contract with our Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop and pay a fixed sum of money than hand over the embroidery work to Yuewen Embroidery Workshop."

"I'm really not jealous. Mrs. An broke the contract and I got a sum of money as liquidated damages for nothing. What's there to be unhappy about?"

"But I'm just surprised. You said that Mrs. An is tossing and tossing. She doesn't like this or that. She goes back and forth. I don't know how much time is wasted."

"The four screens embroidered on both sides require complicated craftsmanship, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive."

Song Yao's voice paused slightly: "Even you don't dare to guarantee 100% that this thing will be completed before Miss An's birthday."

Jiang Anning was silent.

She definitely didn't dare to do it before, but now...she looked at her hands and felt that it wasn't impossible to give it a try.

But in this case, there is no need to say it now.

She patted Song Yao's hand gently and comforted her softly: "Sister Song, don't be sad."

"How can I not be sad? It would be fine if it were someone else. I don't have to pinch this point."

Song Yao didn't listen to anyone's comfort. He was always holding back his energy and wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

Now my tears are pouring down my face.

"But the one who came to provoke me was Sheng Yuewen."

"It's Sheng Yuewen!"

"As long as anyone is someone else, I will always give him a thumbs up and praise him for his good deeds."

"Only Sheng Yuewen..."

Song Yao choked up slightly: "You know, it's not an exaggeration to say that he and I will fight until death!"

"I know."

Jiang Anning nodded: "But what is true is true, and what is false is false."

Song Yao was slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Paper can't cover up the fire. If it's fake, it will always show its flaws."

Jiang Anning smiled and persuaded her to relax: "Putting fire in paper will only make you angry in the end."

"Sister Sheng should be even more happy when she hears this."

"Because he is seeking his own destruction!"

"Sister, all you have to do is wait for the opportunity, take back the shop where your mother was married, and then set off a few firecrackers to celebrate!"

Song Yao was slightly stunned and looked at her intently.

"What do you mean?" "That embroiderer that Sheng Yuewen was looking for is fake?"

Jiang Anning nodded: "That's right."

"How, how could this happen? Then Sheng Yuewen is such a calculating and well-acting person, but in the end, he was also deceived?"

Song Yao couldn't believe it.

"If that's really the case, then it's really God's will to reincarnate, and I won't be happy with the retribution."

"It can be seen that in normal times, you have to follow your conscience when doing things."

"Otherwise, once you offend your conscience, you won't know where the retribution will come from you."

Jiang Anning smiled.

But she doesn't believe in retribution.

If Ruokong is waiting for God to open his eyes and show mercy, he is afraid that many people will be like her and die with their eyes open.

"But, how do you judge that the embroiderer is just a fake?"

Song Yao hesitated again: "I see how respectful Sheng Yuewen is to others, but I really can't tell that the embroiderer is a fake..."

Jiang Anning had never even looked at the embroiderer, so how could she have the confidence to speak so confidently?
Song Yao looked at the person with suspicion evident in his expression.

"Sister Song, have you forgotten?"

As if Jiang Anning didn't see the doubt on the person's face, she still called him affectionately: "Who embroidered that picture of worshiping the Buddha? Is there anyone in this world who knows better than me?"

The picture of worshiping the Buddha is actually a half-finished work left behind by her mother before she left home.

and……

More than one picture.

The one she gave to Song Yao was the one she was most satisfied with after using it for practice.

"This……"

Song Yao still hesitated.

It was indeed true that Jiang Anning brought the Buddha ceremony picture to her, but in the final analysis, she did not see who did this embroidery work!

However, Jiang Anning's small display of skills that day proved that he indeed had real abilities.

Can……

"I don't mean to doubt you, but that person is indeed too confident. He knows all the details of the Buddha image, including the stitches used and how to create them..."

The most valuable thing about Song Yao is being sincere and honest to others.

It's true that I have suspicions, but I don't hide them either.

Jiang Anning quite appreciates this in people.

"It's inevitable for Sister Song to be worried, not to mention that it's a matter of livelihood. No matter who you are, you have to think about it carefully."

Jiang Anning was not in a hurry to argue, but first stood on a united front with others, affirming the need for others to worry.

"If I didn't know very well who painted the Buddha image, I'd be just as worried as Sister Song. After all, Sister Song accepted the Buddha image from me, but she never really saw who the Buddha image was from. hand."

Jiang Anning stepped forward and held the person's hand: "But it is precisely because I happen to know how I embroidered this Buddha picture stitch by stitch..."

Her voice paused slightly: "I think Sister Song is so magnanimous that she won't hide the origin of this Buddha image."

Song Yao nodded unconsciously, his thoughts completely following Jiang Anning's words.

She did not hide how she got this Buddha image.

Except for concealing the name of the embroiderer, the rest of the information was basically based on what Jiang Anning told others.

"Then it is not difficult to understand that some people want to take advantage of troubled waters."

Jiang Anning smiled: "I once told Sister Song that the Buddha worship picture was made together with the elders in the family, and the two of them worked together."

"It's just that the elders in the family didn't want to bear their names because they were disturbed by others. As for me, I'm still young and I'm afraid I can't afford this wealth and fame. It might hurt Zhongyong in the future, so I also withheld my name."

"But this picture of worshiping the Buddha was created by two people. It is not a secret."

Jiang Anning smiled: "Even if Sister Song doesn't take the initiative to tell you, an experienced embroiderer can still detect some clues just by taking a look."

"So this matter is not a secret after all."

Song Yao nodded.

It's really not a secret. Not to mention the capital, many colleagues in Jiang'an County know about it.

Everyone is an embroiderer, and their skills may not be that amazing, but their eyesight is still quite good.

Although the acupuncture technique for the Buddha-worshipping painting was taught by someone from the same school, the other person's skills were obviously much unfamiliar.

Later, I became familiar with it gradually, but many small habits have always stuck and cannot be changed easily.

Therefore, experienced people can still easily distinguish the two acupuncture techniques.

"But what does this mean?"

Song Yao was confused and couldn't figure out anything from what he said.

"illustrate……"

Jiang Anning lowered her voice, and her colleagues bit their ears: "One of the embroiderers of this Buddha picture is standing in front of you now. The only other person that the imposter can come up with to fabricate his identity."

She smiled: "Otherwise, the person's name wouldn't be Jiang Anning and Sister Song wouldn't be able to tell the difference, right?"

"That's really not the case." Song Yao couldn't help but laugh at her witticism.

Song Yao frowned slightly and said, "I asked someone about it and found out that the embroiderer calls herself Lady Lotus..."

She took Jiang Anning's hand: "My good sister, please tell me, who is the other embroiderer who embroidered the Buddha picture with you?"

Jiang Anning was silent.

The other embroiderer is her mother.

When she thinks of her parents' death, even after two lifetimes, she still finds it difficult to let go of her sadness.

"No matter who it is, it can't be the one invited by Yuewen Embroidery Workshop."

Jiang Anning did not want to reveal the person's name, but her extremely firm tone made Song Yao even more confused: "Why is this?"

In fact, she had heard a few words about the stitching techniques that Mrs. Lian taught the embroiderers at Yuewen Embroidery Workshop. She was indeed quite capable, and the skills she described were all very clever.

"Because the embroiderer who worked with me to embroider Buddhist images has passed away many years ago."

"what?"

Song Yao was really shocked.

"This matter is all my fault. I was afraid that Sister Song would refuse to pay homage to the Buddha because of this, so I concealed this matter."

Jiang Anning said apologetically: "I really had no choice at that time. My parents died unexpectedly. It was already difficult for me to have no one to protect me, but my relatives came to rob the family property again and plundered everything my family had."

“I was living on the streets and almost starved to death.”

"Later, I got help from kind-hearted people and sent me to Anjifang, and I was able to barely save my life."

"But it is extremely difficult to survive in this world without money..."

Jiang Anning lowered her head shyly: "I was too poor to open the pot at that time. If the Buddha worship picture cannot be sold, I'm afraid I will starve to death again."

"This conceals some of the real situation."

Song Yao looked at her with wide eyes.

If you want to say how angry you were before, it's not that bad. Now after listening to what he said, I feel more and more distressed.

"It's not a big deal, you don't have to blame yourself."

Song Yao patted her shoulder and comforted her softly.

"Besides, it's not too late for you to tell me now."

Song Yao: "That Lady Lian, who uses her identity as a deceased person to raise her social status. As long as we expose her, the splendid splendor of Yue Wen Xiu Fang at this time is just a fleeting cloud, fleeting and without any backlash, it will already be considered theirs." Good luck!”

"Sister Song is tolerant and generous and unwilling to criticize me harshly. An Ning is very grateful."

Jiang Anning hurriedly stopped her: "It's just that the other embroiderer lady has passed away. I still hope that Sister Song can keep it a secret and don't tell anyone other than you and me today to know about it."

"Why is this?" Song Yao frowned, puzzled.