C40 (1/2)

Jiang Chuanzhong looked at the village woman's ignorant face, shook his head, and sighed: ”Some things can never be explained to some people.”

He stood up from the brick bed, dusted off his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked out of the room.

”Where are you going?” The Qin family, who had just been immersed in their own world, exclaimed.

”I just suddenly thought of Brother Sheng and wanted to see him.” Jiang Chuanzhong said as he turned to the side, his steps pausing slightly.

née Qin turned her head to look at the bell placed on the kang behind her. It was a product that had been delivered by Jiang Tuo to her a few days ago. Even if she had the money, she might not be able to buy it in the capital.

”I'm fine. I just heard his reading voice. I'm going over to take a look.” With that, Jiang Chuanzhong walked out of the main room of the Jun Yating Hall.

Did you hear the sound of a book being read?

The Qin family perked up their ears in suspicion. In this silent night, they could only hear their own heartbeats.

In a room in the west wing, Zhao Su Niang, who was wearing a simple flower jacket, tucked up the blanket for her son. In a room in the west wing, Zhao Su Niang, who was wearing a simple flower coat, tucked up the blanket for her son.

Zhao Su Niang smiled and shook her head, she placed the oil lamp on the brick bed, then picked up a half-embroidered bag from the sewing basket on the brick bed and said, ”I'll sleep if I can make more needlework. If you're tired, then go to sleep first.”

She also took out a handkerchief from her sewing basket, embroidered it while she said with a smile, ”Today, when I was sending off the embroidery work, Aunt He asked me if I was willing to take on the embroidery work, saying that they would feed me and give me the needlework, and also give me a silver tael each.”

”One tael of silver for each?” Zhao Su Niang looked at Qing Qing in surprise.

”That's right, we had accumulated three months of embroidery, but it was only worth two taels of silver,” Cai Qing sighed. ”If we could get a wedding handkerchief a month, we could earn twelve taels of silver a year!”

Twelve taels of silver! Zhao Su Niang's heart was moved.

”However, this bridal veil is different from other small objects. It's so bright red that it's easy to attract attention,” Zhao Su Niang frowned as she shook her head, ”If the Madam finds out about this, it'll be troublesome.”

When Qing Qing thought about it, she felt that it made sense. She and her concubine would get up in the morning to work in the dark every day; wasn't it just to secretly earn some money in private?

For a time, both master and servant fell into silence.

Jiang Chuanzhong pushed open the curtain and entered the western room. He saw Zhao Susu and Caiqing lighting up a bean-sized oil lamp and sitting on a kang in the inner room, sewing.

”Why didn't you light the lamp?” Jiang Chuanzhong laughed. ”You're hurting your eyes doing needlework like this, right?”

”Old master?” Zhao Su Niang didn't expect Jiang Chuzhong to come over, so she quickly put down the embroidery work in her hands and got off the brick bed while wearing her shoes, ”Why are you here at this time?”

Caiqing also stood up with a meaningful look, hurriedly helping Zhao Sanniang store the needlework on the brick bed.

”Yeah, I just suddenly wanted to come and see you.” Jiang Chuanzhong casually sat on the kang and leaned against the pillow that was placed on top of the bed.

Every time he felt annoyed, he would be willing to sit with her. Even if he only watched her quietly do the embroidery, he would still feel at peace.