Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Acting.
Let’s not talk about how Xi Zhizhou and his mother discussed in detail how to suppress the news and how they handled it. The Linzhi family studied it carefully and started performing the play that night.
The family first made a mechanism, tying a pile of pots and pans with ropes. When someone turned over in their sleep and pulled the rope, all the pots and pans would fall to the ground with a clanging sound.
They did this back and forth three or five times, until the candle in the neighboring house lit up and went out, went out and became cold again. It seemed that they had reached their limit, so Lin Zhi and Song Jiaoniang stopped.
The next part was handed over to Lin Sen, who had stayed up all night without sleep.
Manager Huang had the instructions from his husband in mind. When he saw Lin Sen coming from afar, a look of worry appeared on his face, and he was ready to go up and ask a few questions.
But before he could say anything, he was shocked by Lin Sen's face!
Those dark circles are so thick!
Manager Huang forgot what he wanted to say and blurted out: "Brother Sen, you, you, you, how did you become like this?"
Lin Sen is fair-skinned and has the temperament of a scholar, so Xi Zhizhou likes to bring him to work with him. He is usually dressed very brightly and is not as messy as he is today.
Manager Huang looked at it more carefully, and his scalp tingled. He quickly pushed the man out and said, "My good brother, how could you even wear the wrong shoes? Go change them quickly."
Lin Sen yawned and forced himself to cheer up. He took a closer look at his shoes, his face sullen. "I was confused, confused. I'll go back and change."
Firstly, Steward Huang was familiar with Lin Sen, and secondly, he also wanted to get close to him so that he could inquire about Lin Zhi's condition. Therefore, he personally helped Lin Sen to the servants' quarters and reminded him, "Brother Sen used to be a respectable man. Why are you so confused today? Although your daughter was in trouble yesterday, as servants, we must prioritize the affairs of our husband and wife..."
Manager Huang boasted of being a senior and spoke very convincingly, but Lin Sen became more and more angry the more he listened. Manager Huang had one son and three daughters, all of whom had promising futures, so he downplayed the matter. However, he had only one daughter, Lin Zhi, and the couple had tried their best to keep their daughter.
Lin Sen's face was filled with worry as he interrupted Manager Huang, "I know what Brother Huang said, but yesterday, after Zhi Jie woke up, she was completely confused. Sometimes she recognized her mother, and sometimes she didn't. At night, she was even more restless. Jiao Niang and I couldn't sleep at all that night."
"I just asked Jiao Niang for leave this morning and just came to work."
Manager Huang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had heard the servant complain in the morning that there was a lot of noise in the servants' courtyard last night, which prevented everyone from sleeping well.
It turned out that the noise was made by the Lin family!
Steward Huang pondered secretly, and half-consolingly, half-suggestingly said, "I heard that you invited Doctor Hu from Fanghui Lane yesterday? That doctor only treats peddlers and hawkers, so how could he understand serious illnesses?"
"From what I've heard, your sister Zhi is in a very serious condition. It would be better to see a better doctor."
Upon hearing this, Lin Sen immediately came up with a plan. Last night, when the three of them were discussing, they had guessed that the family wouldn't so easily believe that Zhi Jie'er was ill, and they had even discussed in detail how to deal with it.
He originally thought that the master would let Zhijieer take care of her for three or two days before looking for someone to check on her. However, he never expected that the master was even less patient than they expected.
Lin Sen's last bit of hesitation vanished without a trace. He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "I'd like to, but I don't know any good doctors..."
Steward Huang laughed and said, "You are blind to the truth. Isn't the doctor Shao that the mansion often invites a famous doctor from our Taiping Prefecture?"
Lin Sen was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, "Doctor Shao? He's the one who checks on the old lady and her husband. How can he be used by Sister Zhi?"
Manager Huang smiled and said, "You're confused. Doctor Shao is a good doctor, but he's not the best doctor in Taiping Prefecture. There are countless doctors in the city who are eyeing the job he's doing. He's dying to help us and teach us a few good words."
"I won't tell anyone else, but whenever I have a cold or a fever, I always ask Doctor Shao to come and take a look."
"I think it's better..." Manager Huang saw that Lin Sen was moved and quickly continued to speak. But just as he opened his mouth, he heard a thud and a groan in a sobbing voice: "Sister Zhi——"
Manager Huang stopped talking and looked forward.
Lin Sen was thinking, preparing his words to respond, and when he saw this, he subconsciously looked forward.
At the entrance to the Lin family compound, a number of servants, preparing to go to work, gathered. They were all looking in the same direction, each with a look of shock on their face.
"Is that Sister Zhi?"
"Sister Zhi, are you...stupid?"
"Is what happened yesterday true?"
Manager Huang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried forward to investigate. Pushing through the crowd, he immediately saw two people, one squatting and one standing.
The person standing there was none other than Song Jiaoniang from Lin Sen's family. She also had dark circles under her eyes and a sallow complexion. Her hair, which was usually combed sleekly, was casually tied up and hung crookedly on her shoulders.
And the one squatting is naturally Linzhi!
Wait? The person squatting on the ground digging in the mud is... Sister Zhi!?
Manager Huang widened his eyes and looked at Lin Zhi in shock. He was so frightened that his knees went weak and he almost stumbled!
Others didn't find it strange. After all, Song Jiaoniang was holding her heart with both hands, her face was pale, and she looked like she was about to faint: "Jie Zhi, hurry, hurry, stop it!"
Song Jiaoniang's appearance is not really acting, it's because Lin Zhi is digging in the mud!
Digging in the mud!
She's digging in the mud!
She digs in the mud with her delicate fingers!
Song Jiaoniang learned a lot of fine needlework skills from her mother, and naturally taught them all to her own daughter.
Linzhi first served in the eldest girl's sewing room, and was later transferred to the third girl's room to serve. Her hands had never lifted any heavy objects, and were massaged with ointment every day, so there was not a single callus on them, and they were extremely delicately maintained.
A pair of bright eyes and a pair of skillful hands.
It is no exaggeration to say that these two things are the life of an embroiderer.
Song Jiaoniang overused her eyesight in her youth, and before she was 30, she couldn't see clearly up close, so she had to resign herself to the sidelines. Therefore, when she was teaching her daughter, she repeatedly urged her to use her eyes less and take care of her hands every day.
I didn’t expect… I didn’t expect…
Even though Song Jiaoniang knew that deceiving the mansion would not be an easy task, she did not expect her daughter to be so courageous as to destroy her own hands right away!
Song Jiaoniang thought back to yesterday; she and Zhi Jie'er had discussed many things, but never once had this matter come up. Even though she knew her daughter, an embroiderer, had wasted her hands like this, and it would make people think she was stupid, it still pained her immensely.
Lin Zhi glanced at Song Jiaoniang from the corner of her eye, silently apologizing. Although she knew her former self was skilled at needlework, she had discovered the other day, when she tried to write calligraphy, that while her body had memories, the coordination between her brain and body was problematic. Reaching her predecessor's level directly was impossible; it would require a long period of adjustment.
More importantly, Linzhi was good at cooking in her previous life. It would be easier and more enjoyable for her to cut a hundred radishes than to ask her to sit in front of the embroidery frame for several hours.
She could use this opportunity to slowly draw the distinction between herself and her previous life, so that she could think about how to settle down after leaving the house.
Of course, after leaving the prefectural government and settling down with her family, she would pick up her previous craft again. While comforting her parents, it was always a good thing to learn a new skill.
While Linzhi was lost in thought, he squatted on the ground and dug the soil, letting the gaps between his nails gradually become covered by the black and gray soil.
Apparently, her actions were a great success.
Manager Huang stared blankly for a long time and couldn't help wiping his sweat with a towel. He knew very well how important those delicate fingers and well-maintained nails were to the embroiderer.
Without these, it is no exaggeration to say that the value of being an embroiderer is reduced by half.
This, this Linzhi is really stupid!
Steward Huang kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, and even his words to Lin Sen were a little more sincere: "Brother Sen, listen to my advice and quickly ask Doctor Shao to take a look at Sister Zhi!"
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