Chapter 15 "Go see where Ah Jin is."
"This, this, this..." Que'er didn't dare to stretch out her hand, "How can this be possible?"
Song Jin put the silver in her palm and said, "It's okay. Count how many you have and leave them with me first. I'll give them to you later."
Song Jin said seriously: "No matter what, I still have to have some money in my hands."
Que'er understood. Her eyes suddenly turned red and tears as big as beans fell into Song Jin's palm.
"I understand. Thank you, Sister Xiaojin."
"Oh, it's New Year's Day, we should be happy to make some money!" Song Jin said as he packed the steamed cakes.
She followed Que'er back first and told him, "I can probably sell a bag of steamed buns every day. You don't have to come out too early. The money you earn is fixed, and your mother won't know."
"Hmm." Que'er shrank her head.
Song Jin followed Que'er back and handed the silver and money to Aunt Liu personally.
Aunt Liu checked carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
Song Jin carried a basket and walked towards Xiucui Tower. As soon as he arrived, he found that Xiucui Tower was decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
Song Jin said sweetly: "Mammy, it's New Year's Day in the building, why is it decorated so beautifully?"
"You girl! In addition to the New Year, there will be an important event in the building in a few days." The nanny was busy, directing the servants to hang things while glancing at the cakes made by Song Jinxin: "Your cakes are good this time, make more in the next few days!"
Song Jin quickly responded with a smile: "Don't worry, Ma'am, I'll make it and send it to you in good condition! I'll let the sisters taste it now to see if there's anything that needs to be changed in the taste."
Mammy waved her hand: "Well, go ahead!"
Xiucui Tower is the largest brothel in Chongzhou, and the girls there are very knowledgeable.
If all the girls in the building say it's good, then it's really good.
Song Jin walked into the flower hall with the new pattern. It was afternoon and the girls had just got up and were lazily dressing up.
When they saw it being brought in, the girls greeted it warmly.
Some even made a few jokes.
Song Jin walked into the flower hall and brought out plates of cakes.
She stood aside obediently: "Sisters, help me take a look, is this pastry beautiful? Do you like it?"
"Oh, Xiao Jin'er's craftsmanship is getting better and better now. She can even make such delicate patterns."
"Yes, this is really new. I have never seen it before."
"You know what, this style is more like the style in Kyoto. I've sung in Kyoto before, and they like to use flowers and plants as patterns there."
The girls talked while drinking tea and eating cakes.
Song Jin made a lot today, and there is still a large portion to provide to customers.
The girls commented on the snacks first, and suddenly Miss Luyi said, "Sister Qinghong will definitely like this snack."
"Yes." Someone answered, "I don't know how Sister Qinghong is doing these days."
"She should be fine," Sister Ju Lan, who had just finished dressing, came over and picked up a piece of dessert. "By the way, Qing Hong sent a message a few days ago asking us to go see her when we are free. I have been dreaming about her these past two days, but it is troublesome for us to go out, so why don't we let Xiao Jin take us to see her?"
The girls all agreed.
Song Jin was also happy to do it: "Okay, I'll take some cakes to see Sister Qinghong, and come back to reply to the sisters tomorrow."
Ju Lan smiled and said, "We can trust the little girl to do things. If Qinghong is doing too well, she doesn't have to come back and tell us, so as to avoid us being jealous."
Song Jin knew that Ju Lan was speaking sarcastically.
This is how she is. Among these people, she is the one who is most worried about Qinghong.
Song Jin nodded: "Yes, Sister Ju Lan, don't worry."
Since he had something to do, Song Jin didn't delay any longer.
She took the food box and walked towards the palace, turning several corners before arriving.
She knocked cautiously on the back door of the palace.
The palace seemed deserted that night, and she was actually a little scared.
After knocking on the door, he stood outside.
It was already getting dark.
It's going to be dark soon.
Song Jin thought that when he saw Sister Qinghong later, he would say a few words to her and then leave.
It would be bad if it caused trouble for Sister Qinghong.
Song Jin stood outside the door for a long time until someone opened it when she knocked for the second time.
The man who came was a fierce man with a ferocious look on his face. When he came out from the crack of the door, Song Jin was startled.
Song Jin felt a chill on her neck. She looked at the man in front of her and whispered, "Hello, big brother. I'm here to bring some cakes to Aunt Qinghong. Please let me in."
As soon as Song Jin finished speaking, the man's face changed slightly, and then he stopped talking and said in a hoarse voice without any patience: "Auntie is busy, you should go back!"
After saying that, the man closed the door.
Song Jin was met with a cold shoulder.
This elder brother's attitude was indeed bad, but Song Jin was not too angry, just a little strange.
Why not pass it on?
How does this man in shorts who looks like he is in the outer courtyard know whether Sister Qinghong is free?
So strange.
Song Jin took two steps back, but the more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed to her.
There was a lingering sense of uneasiness in my heart.
She paused, turned back, and stood not far from the back door of the palace.
She was going to wait.
The wind becomes very cool at night.
Song Jin's cotton-padded jacket was usually very warm, but it couldn't keep her from being outside in the cold all the time.
She put the food box on the ground, curled up into a ball and squatted in the corner where the wind was sheltered.
Finally, when she was wondering whether to leave, the back door of the palace opened again.
Two strong men came out carrying a straw mat, followed by a man pulling a cart.
As soon as they left the house, the two strong men threw the straw mat onto the cart, clapped their hands as if feeling unlucky, and turned back.
The person who was thrown casually on the cart seemed to have no strength, and one of his slender arms slid down and hung on the cart.
Then the cart was pulled away by the strong man.
Song Jin bit her lip, her eyes widened in surprise, full of disbelief——
The person covered under the straw mat seems to be Sister Qinghong!
Just now, under the moonlight, Song Jin could see clearly the jade bracelet hanging on that slender arm!
Sister Qinghong said that it was given to her by that scholar!
Song Jin lowered his voice and stared closely at the direction the cart left.
The strong man did not take the main road, but walked on a small path, heading towards a mass grave.
Song Jin used to be timid and didn't even dare to listen to a ghost story.
She had heard of the mass grave but had never been there.
She didn't quite dare.
But tonight, she quickly caught up with the cart, as if she had forgotten her fear.
She followed closely until she saw the cart stop and the sturdy man threw away the straw mat on the cart and left, and then Song Jin appeared.
The sturdy man didn't seem to want to walk too far into the mass grave, and he threw down the straw mat when there were still more than a hundred meters to go.
Seeing the strong man and the cart leave, Song Jin quickly stepped forward and lifted the half-covered straw mat.
Then, she saw Qinghong's face.
I saw that Qinghong's originally round face had turned blue and white, her face was covered with dirt, and her body was wet.
The clothes were clinging to the body and were even torn in some places. The cold single clothes have frozen into ice.
Her fingertips were covered in blood, and some of her nails were even broken, with green algae mixed in.
"Sister Qinghong..." Song Jin called softly.
But she knew that Sister Qinghong would never be able to answer her again.
Song Jin pursed her lips. She didn’t know how to cry. She only thought that Sister Qinghong couldn’t lie here!
In her impression, Sister Qinghong was a graceful dancer with a light figure, and was famous in Chongzhou.
But now...
This place is about a hundred meters away from the mass grave, but this is not where Sister Qinghong should stay!
Song Jin carefully covered Qinghong with the straw mat. She spoke in a low voice, afraid to scare Qinghong: "Sister Qinghong, please wait a moment. I will be back soon."
No one answered her, only a gentle breeze and biting cold.
Although this is a mass grave, it is still in the city and not far from the nearest coffin shop.
Song Jin trotted all the way to the coffin shop.
The coffin shop is open for business at any time. When Song Jin went there, the door of the coffin shop was half-open.
The craftsman inside was preparing to eat. When he saw Song Jin running over breathlessly, he thought something had happened and asked hurriedly, "Girl, what happened?"
"Boss, do you have any ready-made coffins here?" Song Jin was a little anxious, and he was barely catching his breath when he spoke.
"Yes, but it's not custom made and not very good. Is that okay?"
"Sure, I want the best one that's ready-made!" Song Jin took out the purse from his pocket and placed it on the table generously: "Boss, take a look and see if this money is enough. If not, I can go home and get more!"
Song Jin went to order custom cake molds today, and he brought some extra money with him. With what he earned today, his wallet was not empty.
"Don't be anxious, little girl." The owner of the coffin shop was an elderly man. Song Jin was a well-behaved person, so she must have encountered some difficulties by coming here at this time.
The old man opened his purse and counted out some silver.
He returned the purse to Song Jin and said, "Little girl, birth, aging, illness and death are common to all people. You don't have to worry too much. I will help you in every way I can. I will prepare everything for you. I will ask my apprentice to deliver the coffin to the destination later."
"Well, OK, please hurry up, boss." Song Jin calmed down, "Please send it to a place outside the city not far from the mass grave."
The shopkeeper was stunned: "Mass grave?"
But he did not ask too many questions. For people in this business, the most taboo thing is to ask too many questions. There are too many miserable people and miserable things in the world, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
He could only sigh: "Okay, I'll have someone send it over right away. Candles, paper money, and everything else are ready. Can you help me set up the tombstone?"
Song Jin shook his head and thanked sincerely: "No need, just deliver the coffin, thank you, shopkeeper."
Sister Qinghong is a member of the Wang family, and was secretly thrown into a mass grave by the Wang family. There must be something wrong.
If we ask for help and make such a big fuss, the news might get to the Wang family.
It would be better for her to figure it out herself.
It would take some time to load the coffin onto the truck, so Song Jin squatted at the door of the coffin shop and waited.
The girl squatted alone in front of the coffin shop. She was dazed, her nose tip was red from the cold, and she looked very pitiful.
The cold wind blew towards her, making the girl look even thinner.
But at this moment Song Jin had calmed down. She squatted there blankly, with her mind full of the image of her sister Qinghong.
His face was pale and blue, his body was soaked, and there were traces of blood and algae on his fingertips.
...Sister Qinghong fell into the well and drowned!
She struggled, but someone pushed her down!
Song Jin's face turned pale, and he suddenly remembered that night when Sister Qinghong walked into the Wang family.
She seemed to know that that was her own grave.
Song Jin felt a little regretful. Why didn't he talk more with Sister Qinghong that night? Now...
"Ajin, why are you here?"
Song Jin came back to her senses. She looked up and found Lu Chen standing in front of her.
He frowned: "What happened?"
The wind was howling coldly and the night was falling.
Chunliu Lane, which was bustling just now, has become quiet, and the whole lane is peaceful.
Xie Qiao stood upright at the door with his hands behind his back.
Song Jin has not been seen in Chunliu Lane yet.
Song Jin usually comes home at about the same time, and it's rare that he's not back so late.
Xie Qiao frowned and called out softly, "Fu Cang."
Instantly a black figure appeared behind Xie Qiao: "Young Master."
Xie Qiao said in a deep voice: "Go and see where Ah Jin is."
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