readytorunbook Chapter 593 Embroiderer
Chapter 593 Embroiderer
Meng Zhili saw that the room was filled with various books and medicinal herbs, and there were four pieces of paper spread out on the table. These should be the prescriptions that his goddaughter had mentioned.
The city gates of Chang'an Town, Baishui Town and Lianshan Town were all closed.
No one could enter except him and the officers.
Meng Zhili also told the prefect about the possible plague.
But the prefect didn't believe it and said he was overthinking it.
Meng Zhili didn't know whether the prefect had colluded with the governor of Enxin Province, so he didn't dare to say it too clearly. Otherwise, the senior official might send someone to take his life in order to conceal the matter.
There are five counties in Ruling Prefecture.
Meng Zhili sent an official to go there.
He had reminded these county magistrates indirectly, and it was up to them whether to believe it or not.
Anyway, the city gate of Qixi County must be closed and no one is allowed to enter.
"Godfather, eat quickly. You can get busy after you are full. By the way, have you written to Brother Bujiu? It would be best if he could pay attention to the Imperial City and see if he can find out anything. I suggest that Brother Bujiu send someone to disguise himself and bribe a few beggars to sing in the Imperial City.
Spread the news of the flood and plague in Enxin Province throughout the imperial city. I once heard from Grandpa Gan that the spies of the higher-ups are all over the imperial city. Naturally, they can hear the beggars' voices. After learning about this, they will definitely send people to us to inquire about it. The plague is bound to break out, and the county magistrate will not be able to hide it any longer. "
Jiang Fubao personally brought a bowl of shredded pork noodles, which was still steaming.
It’s not too oily, it’s made with lean meat, and a few blanched cabbages, so it tastes sweet.
She put down the bowl and told her godfather what she had thought of in the past two days.
"Oh, it would be great if Fubao was a boy. He would definitely be more powerful than Bujiu." Meng Zhili sighed again.
My goddaughter is extremely talented and smart at only eleven years old.
Unfortunately, women had no chance to take the imperial examinations. No matter how smart they were, they would eventually be trapped in the inner house. The best they could do was to open a clinic like the goddaughter, or do some business.
It would be great if she were a man.
Hearing his godfather say this, Jiang Fubao felt guilty for a moment.
All she thought of was the inspiration she got from watching TV.
Her heart is bigger than that of her brother Bujiu.
"Godfather, please eat quickly." Jiang Fubao pushed the bowl forward again.
"Okay." Meng Zhili had to listen to his goddaughter. Even though he was upset, he picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.
After being hungry for a few days, I don’t feel hungry at all.
After eating the noodles, my body seemed to warm up instantly.
After eating the noodles, Meng Zhili left with the prescription for preventing the plague.
The carriage left Lianshan Town.
The city gates closed quickly.
All the officers guarding the city gates wore masks.
At this time, as soon as you enter the yard of Jiang's house, Jiang Wangyou and dozens of embroiderers are sewing masks.
Some of the embroiderers who were sleepy were yawning, while others stood up and shook their necks and arms.
"I'm so tired. I spend all day sewing these masks except for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. Shopkeeper Jiang, how long are we going to finish this? My son hasn't seen me for several days. Can I go home first?"
One of the younger women came up to Jiang Wangyou and said.
"You can go back, but you can't come back once you go back." Jiang Wangyou also had dark circles under her eyes. She slept and woke up with the embroiderer, and even had her meals brought in by maids. She spent most of her time every day sewing masks.
The embroiderer is tired, and she is not much better off.
"Why?" The embroiderer was puzzled.
She had been at the Jiang family since before the city was locked down, so naturally she didn't know the situation outside.
I thought it wasn't serious.
"There are too many people infected with the plague in Lianshan Town, and no one knows who these people have met. What if you go out and meet someone on the road, and he happens to be infected with the plague but has not yet developed the disease? Or, your family members..."
She didn't explain it too clearly as she was afraid that the embroiderer in front of her would worry.
But even a fool can understand it.
"Manager Jiang, don't worry. There's no way my family has the plague. So, I'll go back wearing a mask, okay? I'll go home and see my son. He's only five years old. He'll definitely cry if he doesn't see me for a few days."
The embroiderer picked up a mask and was about to put it on her mouth, but was stopped by Jiang Wangyou.
"It's useless. Fubao said that masks can only reduce the possibility of contracting the plague, but it doesn't mean you won't be infected. If you go out and come back, not only my family, but also these embroiderers will be in danger.
You can go back. I didn't stop you from going back. I just told you that if you go back, you can't come back again. Think about it carefully. If you go back, take a mask and I'll let the maid send you out."
Jiang Wangyou's tone was a little cold. She couldn't let this embroiderer implicate others.
She originally had a rather gentle personality, but after opening the embroidery shop, she changed a lot.
She has dealt with so many difficult customers by herself, so the embroiderer in front of her is no problem at all.
"This, this..." The embroiderer became hesitant.
She really wanted to go back, but she had to pay to make masks here, five cents for each one, which was not a small amount. You had to know how much it cost to embroider a handkerchief. Besides, making masks was simple and could be done in a short time.
Originally, she could earn two hundred dollars a month, which was considered a lot.
These days, I can earn at least a hundred coins a day by making masks, and I earn more in two days than I did in the previous month.
If I go back, it would be a big thank you.
"Have you thought it through?" Jiang Wangyou asked again when he saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Forget it, I'll stay for two more days." Life was hard at home, so she didn't give up her money-making job and go back to see her son.
Just cry, it’s okay to cry for a few days.
"Okay, hurry up and do it. Don't be lazy. The more you do, the more you earn. If you want to do it later, it will be gone."
Jiang Wangyou saw that they were all chatting and their hands moved slowly.
She hurried on.
When it comes to money, everyone shuts up.
The room was unusually quiet. When the maid came to pour water, the only sounds could be heard: the sound of needle and thread threading through the cloth and the sound of breathing.
In the second courtyard, Jiang Tongtu and Jiang Huanyu were playing pitch pot with their nephew.
The few people did not disturb Jiang Wangyou and the embroiderers when they entered the yard.
Jiang Tongjin was playing bamboo mahjong with his grandparents and father.
Everyone had their own things to do, except Zhang Yanzi and Jiang Siyin, who sat in their daughter's room in silence.
"How about I go to the clinic?" Jiang Siyin said slowly.
His eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and even the tip of his nose was slightly red.
Zhang Yanzi was better and didn't cry, but she couldn't hide the worry on her face.
"Fubao told us not to worry, but I'm her mother, how can I not worry? Let's go together." Zhang Yanzi stood up.
Pretend to go out.
But he was grabbed by Jiang Siyin.
"It's too dangerous. What if there are fish that slip through the net on the street? If you get infected with the plague, wouldn't Fubao be very worried? I'll go, you stay at home, I'll come back with Fubao."