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

Chapter 90: Lost reputation
Song Yao looked at her, still a little worried.

It's really time to open for business again, so there's no time to delay.

"Then if you need something, just call me."

"Later, I'll call Yaren over and pick two smart ones to follow you."

Jiang Anning's eyes widened and she was about to refuse.

Song Yao seemed to predict people's thoughts in advance: "Don't say unnecessary words!"

"The embroiderers in our embroidery workshop have dedicated little maids to serve them."

"I am here to serve you, and I am also learning to do things. I am not giving you orders for nothing."

"It's not necessary for all of you to teach each other, just a few words of advice. If there are only one or two who can understand, how powerful the shame is, usually make a handkerchief, sachet or the like, It will also be a help to the embroidery workshop.”

Song Yao said so, even if Jiang Anning wanted to refuse, she didn't know how to refuse.

"Ok."

Song Yao then smiled with satisfaction: "But, you are the sea-suppressing needle of our Chaohuang embroidery workshop, so you deserve more preferential treatment."

"Ordinary embroiderers need only one maid, but you have to have two."

Jiang Anning hurriedly said: "I don't need two, one is enough..."

"How about that?"

Song Yao gave her an angry look: "Not to mention your identity as a great embroiderer, you are also the second boss of our Chaohuang embroidery shop. How do you feel like serving only a little maid by your side?"

Jiang Anning really didn't have much experience in dealing with this kind of thing, but she just said a few words and lost her words.

"I just listen to Sister Song's arrangements."

Song Yao was then satisfied. He told others not to be greedy for cool things, and then turned to work in the front shop.

The backyard suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Anning stared at the table blankly, her mind still in a mess.

At half noon, Song Yao walked towards Jiang Anning with a serious and tired look on his face.

"peaceful……"

She hesitated and called out: "Mrs. An is here and wants to see you by name."

Immediately, she lowered her voice, leaned into the person's ear and asked softly: "I saw that the person's face was not very good, and looking at the direction from which he came, it seemed that he was getting more and more familiar with the embroidery shop. Maybe he came to find trouble."

"If you don't want to see her, why don't I find an excuse to send her away later?"

Jiang Anning's consciousness returned completely. Looking at Song Yao's heavy expression, she knew that Mrs. An came to her door this time. She was afraid that she would not give up until she achieved her goal and would not be dismissed so easily.

Otherwise, Song Yao probably wouldn't have asked her so hesitantly.

"I'm going with my sister."

Jiang Anning put down the already cold Tang Pozi in her hands, stood up, took off her cloak, straightened her skirt slightly, smiled, walked over, and followed the others to the front.

The originally bustling embroidery workshop was now empty of people.

I don’t know if it’s this time, there isn’t that much business, or what.

Jiang Anning lowered her eyes slightly, looking obedient and honest, even a little timid.

Mrs. An looked over with an appraising look and hesitated slightly: "Are you really the embroiderer who embroiders the Buddha pictures?"

Jiang Anning was a little confused.

Song Yao also looked surprised.

She thought Mrs. An came to the door angrily and wanted to do something.

So it was just to ask about this?

"Yes, Mrs. An, didn't I tell you before that we are at peace..."

Song Yao was only halfway through what he said when Mrs. An scolded her sternly: "Shut up, I didn't ask you!"

She looked at Jiang Anning: "It's her I'm asking!"

Mrs. An raised her finger and pointed at Jiang Anning, especially harshly: "Say it!"

On the surface, Jiang Anning looked like a frightened little rabbit, but in fact, she was filled with doubts in her heart.

"I am indeed the embroiderer of Buddha-worshiping pictures."

This matter was already known to Song Yao, and even in Jiang'an County, it was not considered a big secret.

She looked frightened and added: "One of..."

Mrs. An frowned slightly.

"one?"

Mrs. An looked at the person carefully up and down again: "What about the second one?"

"I don't know."

Jiang Anning glanced at Song Yao, and then she lied without blushing.

Song Yao was not too surprised.

Jiang Anning had already had an affair with her before, and with those words of advice, she didn't want others to know about the death of another embroiderer.

Don't get yourself into trouble.

"I don't know?"

Mrs. An sneered, obviously not believing it: "You and she embroidered this picture of worshiping Buddha at the same time. How can you not know where she is?"

Jiang Anning had a vague feeling that Mrs. An seemed to be here for another embroiderer.

Can……

why?
"Mrs. An, did you hear something somewhere else?"

Song Yao smiled, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Jiang Anning.

Mrs. An frowned displeased. She didn't want to talk to anyone, but somehow she suddenly changed her mind. She straightened her body and sat back down again, saying in a relaxed, lazy and unhurried manner: "I can hear What? I just heard that the person your embroidery workshop is going to send out to fight is the embroiderer of the Buddha Ceremony Picture."

"I thought, isn't this bullying?"

"An embroiderer who can embroider such works, let alone in the small Jiang'an County, even in the capital city or even the weaving department of the palace, is an extraordinary existence."

Mrs. An glanced at Jiang Anning as if unintentionally: "Even if you are not a fourth-grade minister, you can still be a fourth-grade minister."

Song Yao smiled slightly awkwardly: "Didn't I tell you this before..."

"I always thought you were bragging." Mrs. An said without blushing or out of breath: "Who knows what you said is true?"

"After all, Yue Wen Embroidery Shop also said that their embroiderers have embroidered pictures of worshiping Buddha... This is surprising to me. How come the embroiderers of pictures of worshiping Buddha are just two little girls who have just reached the age of hairpins?"

"Which of you is true and who is false?"

Mrs. An used the tea lid to skim off the foam, and said with a smile: "However, I heard that the embroiderer Sheng Yuewen found was an imposter."

"The person who exposed Lady Lotus was the one from your embroidery workshop..."

Mrs. An smiled: "Jiang Anning, right?"

"Some time ago, there was a lot of commotion in the city. The man who defrauded his fiancée of dowry and intended to wipe out his family was Zhao Hai's fiancée."

"I heard that Xiu Niang was able to fool Sheng Yuewen that shrewd man because you taught her a lot."

Jiang Anning smiled awkwardly but politely.

My heart is already in turmoil.

She believed what Mrs. An said. She might not have believed her before, or even cared about her at all.

Therefore, I probably only recently investigated her situation.

I just don’t know, what did Mrs. An find out?
Mrs. An smiled and said in a casual tone: "It's a coincidence that your ex-fiancé's family and I have some connections."

Song Yao suddenly became alert.

This Mrs. An is actually related to that scumbag Zhao Hai's family?

I don't know what the origin is, good or bad. Could it be that she knew the identity of Lady Lian and came to support others? That's really bad.

The arena is hosted by Mrs. An. Winning or losing, good or bad, isn't it just a matter of one person's words?
When the time comes, it will be small if you lose the competition, but it will be big if you lose your reputation!
Who knows if those people will throw dirty water on others in order to make An Ning lose and Chaohuang Xiufang lose?
Jiang Anning was much calmer.

"Zhao Yuanshan thinks you should know."

Mrs. An had nothing to hide, and said carelessly: "I have been a guest of mine for a while before."

Song Yao didn't react at first.

When he realized what the words "guest of the room" referred to, his face turned red and his eyes widened in shock.

Mrs. An is having a great time!

"It's a blessing that you can stay away from a family of blood-sucking insects like that."

This was said to Jiang Anning.

Jiang Anning twitched the corners of her mouth slightly and responded softly: "Yes."

Mrs. An smiled and changed the topic suddenly: "But she is fake, are you serious?"

"Don't look at me too closely. There's no way that the picture of worshiping the Buddha was made by one person!"

"Not only can I see it, but everyone in Jiang'an County who has seen the Buddha worshiping picture can also see it."

"Whether it's stitching, thread routing, or technique, it's all done by at least two people working together."

"Don't tell me that you alone used two completely different methods to embroider it."

Jiang Anning smiled: "I did not embroider it alone."

"It's just that I really don't know where the other embroiderer is."

"When I got the Buddha image, it was a half-finished product."

"It was just for practice that I continued to complete the rest of the work."

She looked a little shy: "I was reluctant to sell it at first, but then I was really forced to make a living..."

Jiang Anning only spoke half of what she said, and stopped at the right time, leaving people with endless reverie.

"According to what you said, how did you get that semi-finished product?"

"There has to be a source, right?"

Mrs. An obviously didn't believe what people said.

Jiang Anning thought for a while: "My mother left it to me."

Mrs. An smiled: "Are you considering me?"

"Still, do you think you can hide your little bit of life experience from me?"

"Your parents went to Beijing to work. Unfortunately, they met bandits when they returned and they both died."

"Even the corpses were brought back by kind-hearted people."

Mrs. An glanced at the person: "After your parents died, those people who coveted your parents' inheritance broke into your house, plundered all the valuables, and even lifted up the floor tiles and took them away."

"You said, this thing was left to you by your mother?"

"Who believes it?"

Mrs. An stumbled over her lips and looked slightly unnatural: "Are all those white-eyed relatives of your family blind? How could they ignore such a large piece of embroidery with exquisite workmanship and high-quality materials?"

"Even if it's just a semi-finished product, with such a large length, even if you sell the fabric, you can still get thirty or fifty taels."

"Would they be willing to leave it to you?"

Even though Jiang Anning was mentally prepared to be investigated, she still couldn't help but be surprised when she heard this.

"If they find the half-finished picture of worshiping the Buddha, they really won't leave it to me."

Jiang Anning took a breath, calmed down, and cheered up: "I'm actually lucky, and my mother knows the truth of the cunning rabbit's three burrows..."

She found that Mrs. An's pupils changed slightly when she heard her talking about her mother.

"Three burrows of a cunning rabbit?" Mrs. An narrowed her eyes and seemed to be gritting her teeth.

Jiang Anning felt strange. She frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed her eyebrows, as if nothing happened: "Yes."

"When my mother collects things, she always likes to divide the same things into three or more parts."

"Even the eggs at home, my mother-in-law have to separate them into three baskets and hang them in different places."

"My father and I often say that my mother-in-law is so busy that she wastes all her efforts."

Jiang Anning's originally relaxed tone suddenly became sad: "But it was only later that my family suffered a sudden disaster, and I realized how wise my mother's 'wasting her efforts' back then was."

"If it hadn't been for my mother-in-law to separate and hide things, I'm afraid I would have been unable to survive and starve to death on the streets. How could I still be in this situation..."

She looked sad and very pitiful.

Song Yao held her in his arms with heartache and patted her back gently: "It's so pitiful."

Not so with Mrs. An.

Her expression suddenly changed, her eyes were sharp, and she grasped the handle tightly with both hands, as if she would burst into anger at any time: "Besides the picture of worshiping the Buddha, what else is your mother hiding?"

"No more..." Jiang Anning sobbed softly a few times.

"really?"

Mrs. An obviously didn't believe it.

Jiang Anning pretended to be coquettish and innocent like a young daughter: "What did I lie to you for?"

"Then who knows."

Mrs. An sneered, making no secret of her suspicion.

She played with the tea lid in her hand: "Then tell me, where is the picture of worshiping the Buddha hidden, so that it is not discovered by Yu...your white-eyed wolf relatives?"

Jade?
Jade what?
What jade?

Jiang Anning was very sure that what Mrs. An almost blurted out just now was "jade".

Why did Mrs. An almost make a slip of the tongue?

Could it be that Mrs. An knew the identities of those who broke into her home under the name of her relatives?
But what does 'jade' represent?

Is it a surname? Or a code name? Or is it something else?
"I don't think I need to explain this to Mrs. An."

Jiang Anning deliberately contradicted him.

She stiffened her neck and looked very unconvinced, and deliberately said that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place, for fear that it would not be enough to arouse suspicion: "Anyway, the things come from clear sources, and they are definitely not stolen!"

"hehe!"

Mrs. An sneered three times: "What a coincidence, you really need to explain this to me carefully!"

She looked at Song Yao condescendingly: "This little girl doesn't know the importance of a movie. Boss Song can't possibly not know it, right?"

Song Yao looked troubled: "Mrs. An..."

"The things were sent to the palace, and they followed the path recommended by me. If something goes wrong, I can't bear the responsibility, and I can't afford to lose my head!"

Mrs. An said with a straight face: "I'm here to ask a few questions. Please tell the truth. It's good for you and me."

"If someone else comes here, will something bad happen and use some dirty means..." She snorted a few times and sneered disdainfully: "I can't guarantee it."

Jiang Anning seemed to be really frightened and shouted timidly: "Sister Song."

Song Yao blocked the person behind him, put on a smile, and dealt with the person: "An Ning is still young and doesn't know the importance. Why did Mrs. An scare her?"

"I didn't scare her."

Mrs. An sneered: "Just tell the truth, or why don't I just write another letter and invite the nobles in the capital to come over and check it out?"

"After all, if something happens, I can't bear the responsibility."

"I don't want to be the second unlucky guy to lose his head like Jiang Ning Zhizao!"

(End of this chapter)