Her husband was illiterate and had never seen the world. What about He Jianian?
"Do you have a pig's head? Where is He Jianian?" Cheng Xiuyun asked.
“Wu Dayong came and called him away. Wu Dayong also told me to tell you that He Jianian quit. I didn’t say anything when you cursed at me just now…” Wang Zhuzi said.
There's no one left to take the blame for this!
"We can't dye it anymore." Cheng Xiuyun was burning with anxiety.
"What should we do with all this fuel water left?" Wang Zhuzi asked.
“It’s a shame to throw it away. Go home and find a jar. Put the remaining dye water in it.” Cheng Xiuyun told herself she had to figure something out. For some reason, she had a feeling things were going to get worse.
At that moment, she couldn't even care about her younger brother.
"There are still so many colors in this sample! Use whatever colors you have. Make sure to prepare only a small amount of dye solution, don't waste so much." She practically said these words through gritted teeth. It was her man who had wasted so much dye and materials, so she had to find a way to fix it.
How could I have married such a useless man?
Han Yu's mother taught Song Yan the most basic dyeing techniques. The rest was learned through trial and error by Huang Guoqing and Pan Bo.
Huang Guoqing played a major role in this. His grandfather was skilled in traditional Chinese painting, and he learned a little bit from him while he was around.
Does Wang Zhuzi know what the three primary colors are? And how does he know about color mixing?
In Cheng Xiuyun's view, simply adding paint and water would be enough to dye the product. What she thought was the simplest task had turned into such a huge mistake.
She supervised the next dyeing process, this time aiming for red. However, she prepared too little dye, resulting in insufficient dye output. So, she prepared a second batch.
Even before the material dried, it was obvious that the two shades of red were different because the amounts of dye and water used were different.
Let's try dyeing it yellow again. This time, I prepared enough dye solution. The result looks pretty good this time.
Cheng Xiuyun couldn't hide her smile; it wasn't a difficult task. She would continue dyeing.
The people in the knitting group all knew that today was Wang Zhuzi's first day of dyeing. They couldn't help but come back to check on him from time to time. Cheng Xiuyun had already dyed so much, and she still wanted to dye more.
Huang Guoqing and his associates had never been involved in so many cases before. If Huang Guoqing were mentioned directly, Cheng Xiuyun might turn hostile. But if she didn't say anything, looking at all the evidence made things seem a bit risky.
"Won't there be anywhere to hang it if I dye it again?"
"That's right! We're not in a hurry, let's talk about it tomorrow!"
Those who spoke were the first to arrive at the weaving group. No one mentioned Huang Guoqing.
"Then let's dye one more batch, and not the rest."
…
Song Yan and the others have returned from the police station. These days, when a woman accuses a man of indecent assault, the police tend to listen to the woman. Without a doubt, Cheng Yi and his mother are still being held at the police station.
After finishing her work, Cheng Xiuyun remembered to go find her uncle, Cheng Qianjin.
Cheng Qianjin was furious today. He saw Cheng Xiuyun and immediately started yelling at her.
Cheng Xiuyun was always thick-skinned and didn't care at all. She only spoke after her uncle stopped.
"Uncle, it's all your nephew's fault, no matter what. Besides, it's already like this, there's no use scolding him now. Let's try to get Cheng Yi out of here."
"Bring Cheng Yi out? You make it sound so easy. Do you think the police station is my family's property? The whole village is saying you've ruined the weaving group. And now this Cheng Yi has appeared. Can't you two siblings give me a break?" Cheng Qianjin roared.
Cheng Xiuyun: "So, is it up to Jiang Xiaoxiao to decide whether or not to date? Isn't dating a matter between two people? If my brother were dating her, would that be considered harassment? Wouldn't you look good if Cheng Yi married Jiang Xiaoxiao?"
"That's up to you if you want to marry him..." Cheng Qianjin stopped there. Actually, these matters between men and women aren't something that can be easily explained. It's not uncommon in other brigades; whether women are from the city or the countryside, they all care about their reputation!
Cheng Yi is his nephew. If Cheng Yi is truly convicted of indecent assault, as Li Yuanzhao said, everyone will think that Cheng Yi is abusing his position as Party Secretary. This is definitely a factor involved; otherwise, Cheng Yi wouldn't dare to be so bold.
Cheng Qianjin was afraid of this outcome. But what Cheng Xiuyun said was also difficult to handle… Oh dear, besides this, there was also the matter of the knitting group; Song Yan refused to continue. “Who did Cheng Yi have to mess with? Why did he have to mess with Jiang Xiaoxiao? Now that he’s messed with her, Song Yan is going to quit, isn’t he?”
Cheng Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief. Her uncle wasn't pressing Cheng Yi anymore; perhaps her words had swayed him.
"Actually, it's not all bad. If Jiang Xiaoxiao becomes our daughter-in-law, won't Song Yan help us out?" Cheng Xiuyun said with a hint of smugness.
If Captain Wu knew what they were thinking, he would definitely say, "You guys are so smug! Trying to bite into rocks like that, you're bound to break your teeth!"
A broken tooth is a minor issue; the real danger is a stone getting stuck in your throat and choking you.
…
Cheng Yi and his mother were taken to the police station, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yan, however, didn't see it that way. Would Cheng Yi's family really just accept it like that?
Make sure you get the things you need to do tonight done.
…
Aunt Wei felt somewhat better; she hadn't kept Jiang Xiaoxiao's secret, but she hadn't lied. What was there to be afraid of if she wasn't in the wrong? Wei Dazhuang, however, was different; the events of that day left a deep impression on him.
Uncle Wei was rather cunning. He kept wondering if Song Yan's easy departure today was a ploy to scare them in the middle of the night. Uncle Wei didn't really believe in ghosts or spirits.
So we discussed and made some preparations.
That night, none of the family took off their clothes, and the door wasn't locked. Inside, each person held a stick and squatted by the door, waiting. If anyone tried to pull the door open, they'd rush out and beat them. Uncle Wei thought that whoever was pretending to be a ghost wouldn't escape.
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