Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 162
Song Yaomei was standing on the side bored, admiring the pedestrians going back and forth on the road.

Look at this chaotic society.

Unexpectedly, someone suddenly called her from behind.

"Li's wife, Li's wife!"

It turned out to be the dull shopkeeper.

Song Yaomei smiled, "Shopkeeper, what do you want me to do?"

Who would have thought that the shopkeeper took out a piece of paper in his hand, what was written on the paper?It just seemed familiar.

"Miss, do you still have one thing you haven't signed?"

signature?

Why didn't you say it just now, is it a fraud?

"The shopkeeper made a mistake! Didn't we prepare everything just now? How come there are still things that haven't been signed?"

Song Yaomei took a look at the things in the hands of the shopkeeper, and saw that Li Sanlang's name was clearly signed on it.

"Shopkeeper, are you kidding me? This clearly has my husband's name on it!"

The dull shopkeeper said word by word: "Madam Li, my son said that this business cannot be signed by Mr. Li alone, and the wife must sign it to count. Otherwise, this business will be considered a failure!"

Yellow?

What kind of nerves does this man have?
Could it be because of Ji Rumei?

It's just that I didn't think of it just now, but I thought of going to a brothel all of a sudden.

The reason why the two of them were at war might be because of Ji Rumei.

At this time, she saw Li Sanlang approaching from afar, in order to avoid intensifying the conflict, Song Yaomei simply pressed her fingerprints.

Anyway, it was signed by Li Sanlang.

It's just that I never expected that Zhao Gao would give me a trick.

Song Yaomei and Li Sanlang went to Huamanlou as promised.

The Huaniang in the building still looked the same as before, but the dark circles under her eyes that couldn't be covered and the sadness that filled her eyes were even more obvious.

Looking at the remaining girls standing in the building, Song Yaomei probably understood the reason for her sadness.

"Madame Li, you are here!" Hua Niang poured tea for Song Yaomei.

But he hid the tears on his face.

"Everyone is almost arranged?"

"What's left is already thought up!" Hua Niang replied while standing there respectfully.

In the end, besides Xiao Taohong and Ziyuan, there were only three people left.

"Why are there only these three people?"

The flower girl nodded.

The little Taohong next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and grabbed Hua Niang's arm with one hand, "They are so heartless, Hua Niang, how nice you are to them! Food and drink are provided all day long, and you don't force them Pick up."

Song Yaomei glanced at Xiao Taohong.

The girl continued to express her righteous indignation: "It's good for them. Once they heard that the future would be hard, they didn't want to do it. They even took away all the hard-earned money from mother."

Zi Yuan was surprisingly quiet, she just secretly looked at Song Yaomei and Li Sanlang from time to time.

Song Yaomei took a sip of tea, "Biluochun! It's not the best, but it's not bad, Huaniang is really generous!"

Hua Niang lowered her head, and Xiao Taohong also became timid.

"Why did you three stay?"

The eyes of the three women were evasive at first, and then they said, "They are all homeless."

Being homeless, Song Yaomei felt very harsh when she heard it.

"Are you willing to follow us? It may be more difficult!"

The three naturally nodded.

"Among the few of you, is there anyone who can read?"

Only Ziyuan knew it, and the rest didn't.

This will be difficult.

At first, I thought that if people continued to stay, this brothel could still operate normally, but the method was different.

It's different now.

With only five people, the brothel would definitely not be able to continue.

Song Yaomei looked at Hua Niang who was still bowing her head, and knew that she still didn't trust her in her heart, otherwise these five people wouldn't be the only ones.

Since the brothel can no longer be opened, it is better to set up an embroidery village.

It just so happened that this flower girl was also born as a embroidered girl, so she was no stranger to her.

But what she does is not an ordinary embroidery shop, but the biggest one if she wants to do it.

Not only clothes, shoes and socks, but also bedding and curtains must be produced.

Ziyuan can write, so she can be trained to be a designer.

It's just a picture.

"You can write, how about drawing?"

Ziyuan nodded.

"What skills do you each have?"

Xiao Taohong replied: "I can sing!"

The three said respectively: "I only know how to sew and mend."

"I can cook!"

"I, I" The last person can't do anything.

"What was your previous birth?"

The woman lowered her head, and later found out that she was an official prostitute, and she would never get out for the rest of her life.

Song Yaomei looked at her figure, "Been the aunt of the official's family before?"

The woman nodded.

No wonder the temperament is different.

As long as they are individuals, Song Yaomei can arrange things for them that suit them.

"Now I basically know what you are good at. Now I will assign tasks."

Song Yaomei clapped her hands, this is her habit, and the old village head in the village used to be like this.

Although it was in modern times, this habit has been preserved.

"In the future, our place will not be a brothel. I will arrange other things for you! You are good at it, are you willing?"

Several people looked at each other, then nodded, but lowered their heads again.

"I plan to change this place into a cloth pile, but according to your specialties, I will arrange tasks for you. You may not necessarily work here, but you will live here for the time being. When I arrange the rest of the things, I will Come pick you up."

After finishing speaking, Song Yaomei didn't care what they thought, and said to Hua Niang who was still wandering: "Since you have made a decision, don't regret it, let alone there is no way out!"

After speaking, she left.

Leave a room full of people.

After leaving the door, Song Yaomei asked, "Master, why didn't you ask me why I did this?"

Li Sanlang just dotingly pinned the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears.

"My lady, as long as you like it!"

Song Yaomei tilted her head and asked him, "Aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble?"

"When the sky falls, your husband will support you!"

Li Sanlang patted himself on the shoulder, motioning for Song Yaomei to come over.

Song Yaomei pretended to lean on it, but she pushed it with her hands, and then ran away.

"Rogue!" she mouthed.

She looked at Li Sanlang's darkened face, but she backed away with a smile.

There were a lot of people on the street, and she got carried away with playing, but she bumped into a person directly.

"I'm sorry!" Song Yaomei said quickly.

"Girl, are you okay!"

Song Yaomei looked up, only to see a middle-aged woman with a veil tied up, looking at her and smiling.

"It's okay, are you okay!"

"fine!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

But at this moment, a team of dentists came over beating gongs and drums.

"The emperor's list is posted, the emperor's list is posted!"

Ya Chai shouted while beating gongs and drums, attracting the attention of pedestrians.

Wait until the teether who takes the imperial list sticks the thing on the wall of the sign.

A group of people squeezed in.

I only vaguely heard someone say: "The former national doctor, collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, will be executed at noon tomorrow!"

Song Yaomei became dizzy all of a sudden, and almost fell down.

Is Yu Qian about to be executed?
Didn't you say that Yunyou has gone?

Fortunately, Li Sanlang hugged her behind her.

Li Sanlang frowned after reading the imperial list.

(End of this chapter)