Chapter 86 What doesn't kill me makes me stronger...
The letter, which was sent back to Madam Gu overnight, was then delivered to Lin Xiushui. The handwriting on the letter was messy, and she could barely make out who taught Zhang Lianhe to write such cursive script.
What could have been written on one sheet of paper turned into five or six. On the first sheet, he only wrote a few big words: "I made money, I made money, I made a lot of money!"
The words flew out.
Lin Xiushui let out a long sigh, turned to the next page, coughed lightly, and muttered, "Why is everyone writing all sorts of things on it?"
She quickly folded it up, using a cough to cover her helplessness. Madam Gu didn't expose her shortcomings, after all, she had memorized everything written on the paper: "Manager Lin, please come back soon! Our Manchi Jiao has finally made something of herself!"... (The wet spot next to her wasn't saliva, it was the Qiantang River flooding.)
It turned out that tears were flowing like a river. Lin Xiushui held the crumpled paper, lowered her head, and laughed out loud.
He wrote two large characters to express his joy, and on the third page he finally wrote out the whole story.
In September, it rained in Lin'an; in October, it rained heavily in Lin'an.
Since Lin Xiushui left Lin'an, the lotus leaf umbrellas sold for 120 coins each at Manchijiao have been selling quite well, but other clothes have been just so-so.
For the next fifteen days, the five people who stayed in the shop worried about what to do every day, until the newly made reversible clothes were delivered.
This time, the clothing was of excellent quality. It was delivered hanging on a horizontal clothes rack, covered with two or three layers of dense oilcloth to ensure that it arrived from the town without a single wrinkle.
Manager Yao, who brought the clothes, had both sleeves soaked through. She smoothed her hair, which had been blown into a tangled mess by the strong wind, and said, "Manager Lin can't come, and she can't leave the tailor shop. I'll take care of things for her these days. She said she'll come over when she has some free time."
"This month's wages," Manager Yao said, putting down the bundle he was carrying and untying it. "Manager Lin not only didn't shortchange you, but also gave you an extra five hundred coins as a personal allowance. You've all really worked hard."
The five people standing there were somewhat at a loss, thinking that they would only receive their monthly wages once the shop started to do well.
Manager Yao relayed Lin Xiushui's instructions and instructions, then turned serious and said, "These clothes cost a lot of money, and the fashionable fabrics were purchased from various places. Be careful when hanging them up, as they are a bit heavy. They are reversible fabrics, so don't snag them with your fingernails."
Upon hearing this, the group carefully lifted the oilcloth covering the clothes, and the first clothes rack held three swirling skirts.
Zhang Lianhe hissed. The first thing she saw was a milky white and light purple jacquard satin skirt with a dark butterfly pattern. As the sky darkened, the fabric seemed to float with a layer of watery sheen as it draped down.
The swirling skirt is a two-piece design, with two pieces of fabric pieced together at the hem, overlapping in many places but sewn together in few places.
She then looked at another piece, on the edge of a milky white jacquard satin with a dark butterfly pattern, there was a water-red lotus pattern, which was also a pattern that Man Chi Jiao often used, and it could be recognized at a glance.
Like a lotus before it blooms, the petals are white at the base, gradually transitioning to a touch of pink at the tip, like a new lotus in the rain.
She stared in disbelief. Gu Niangzi nudged her with her elbow. "Are you in a daze?" "I'm thinking about it," Zhang Lianhe sighed. "Whether I can afford it or not."
“This one costs seven strings of cash, you can do the math,” Manager Yao said as he passed by. “If you can survive on rainwater for the next month, I’ll support you in buying it.”
"Oh my goodness, it's so expensive!" The oldest of the Zhang family clicked her tongue in disbelief. She was extremely worried. "I thought we were going to lower the price, but it's getting more and more expensive. If no one buys it, we'll lose even more money."
After she finished speaking, a woman wearing a silver-red long jacket came to the door. She was carrying a pinkish-green dripping umbrella and stood outside, saying, "I borrowed an umbrella yesterday, and I want to buy it. How much is it?"
Zhang Lianhe quickly came out and replied, "Madam, it's one hundred and twenty coins."
The woman was from another alley, selling flower garlands and hairpins. She was known as Flower Fourth Sister. Flower Fourth Sister leaned her umbrella against the door, took out her money bag, glanced inside, and asked while tugging at the knot in her hand, "You're not selling those pink things anymore, what are you selling now?"
“These are our newly arrived swirling skirts. We haven’t had time to put them up yet. Would you like to take a look, madam?” Madam Gu greeted her, speaking fluent Lin’an dialect. “These skirts can be worn inside out, and there’s only one of each color and material. Once they’re sold out, they’re gone.”
Hua Si Niang scoffed inwardly, "Who are you trying to fool? Last time she came, she brought a whole bunch of dresses, all in the same color – a whole bunch of red and pink dresses."
He's a master of boasting.
However, having borrowed someone's umbrella, I couldn't refuse them. I decided to take a quick look, say I didn't like it, and turn away, as I was busy at home.
Once inside, she was stunned. She wanted to slap herself. What did she mean by not liking it? She loved it to the core.
Zhang Lianhe had just seen a milky white swirling skirt that she liked, and then she looked at the newly hung one, which came in two colors, plum green and peach blossom. The plum green side had a small pond scene embroidered on the bottom, with green dragonflies, butterflies, small lotus leaves, long branches, and pink and white lotus buds.
She leaned closer to look and saw that the lotus leaf pattern was embroidered with gold thread, and the green dragonfly wings were uniquely openwork, painted and embroidered with silver and green silk threads. She stared at it, wanting to find fault with the fabric, but when she touched it, it was very soft and smooth, without even a wrinkle.
"Let me try it on first. I'm thin, and I have a common problem with wearing swivel skirts: if it's not done well, it will bunch up at the back and look terrible," Hua Si Niang said truthfully. Every time she went to the clothing store to buy a swivel skirt, she could never find a good one.
It looks nice hanging on the wall, and it looks nice laid flat, but once you put it on, what a piece of crap! The back is all bunched up and wrinkled. If you take a big step and a gust of wind blows, you can see what kind of underwear you're wearing underneath.
Madam Gu and Steward Yao exchanged glances. Madam Gu frowned, implying whether it would be alright, while Steward Yao raised his eyebrows, meaning to stop worrying.
Lady Gu then said, "My lady, just try it."
This swirling skirt was a bit heavy, made of two different fabrics. When Hua Si Niang picked it up and weighed it, she was quite satisfied. She put the skirt on from back to front and found it surprisingly easy to wear.
Moreover, unlike ordinary swirling skirts, this skirt has darts, so it fits the body's curves better. She has a slightly large waist, a protruding belly, and her hips are not thin, which would be exposed if she wore a swirling skirt.
But this one was different. It was fitted but not clingy. She looked down and saw that it was perfectly straight, especially the back. Most importantly, there was a lot of fabric at the overlapping areas. It didn't skimp on the material, so even if she took big steps, it would still cover her up tightly and prevent her from being exposed.
There wasn't a single flaw to be found, and it was reversible. The plum green color made her look very clear and bright, while the peach color made her look delicate and tender. There's a saying in Lin'an: "The scenery of West Lake has six suspension bridges, with willows and peaches interspersed among the branches," just like this dress.
Hua Si Niang was delighted and asked, "How much money?"
After boasting for a while, Gu Niangzi smiled and said, "Seven strings of cash is already the lowest price."
"What?" Hua Si Niang gasped, speaking in authentic Lin'an dialect, "We ordinary folks live on leftover rice and tea, eating only dried vegetables. And you're charging such a high price for a skirt? Are you really trying to do business?"
Gu Niangzi said a lot, but Hua Si Niang wouldn't listen. She carefully put down her skirt, took a step away, and said, "It's not cheap. I'm really leaving."
She took another small step towards the door, "I'm really leaving now."
She had already moved to the doorway, but seeing that it was really not cheap, all she could think about was that it would only cost seven strings of cash. She could wear it on both sides, and if she wore it every day, it would cost three strings and five coins on each side. If she wore it for a year, it would be like she didn't have to pay anything at all.
If you miss this opportunity, who knows if you'll ever find a dress this beautiful again.
She turned around and took out all the loose silver from her purse. "Buy it. Keep that white satin one for me too."
"I have a little money."
She put it on on the spot and discovered that the lotus-patterned apron she didn't like before was now available in colors like pink-green, pink-white, blue-pink, pink-purple, and yellow-pink. She no longer thought the colors were bad. Who said 600 coins was cheap? This price is too good!
An apron should be paired with a swirling skirt.
A swirling skirt is something you'd wear while riding a donkey on a rainy day.
The people in the shop watched as Hua Si Niang, wearing a lotus-pink apron over a swirling skirt, grabbed a lotus leaf umbrella from the doorway, nimbly mounted the black donkey tied to the door, opened the umbrella, and swaggered off in the heavy rain.
Pedestrians on the road were not surprised. In Lin'an, there were no horses to ride; the most common way was to ride a donkey. A donkey cost ten strings of cash, and most ordinary families rented donkeys.
On rainy days, the waterways are difficult to navigate, and the deeper the water, the more popular the donkey rental business becomes. Even officials going to court have to rent donkeys to get around, which is what is meant by "deep water and raging fire".
As Manager Yao watched Hua Si Niang's departing figure, he muttered to himself, "No wonder Manager Lin said he hoped the rain in Lin'an wouldn't stop."
“No wonder,” Gu Niangzi suddenly realized, “I was wondering why we made a swirling skirt. Swirling skirts are made to make it easier to ride a donkey.”
Zhang Lianhe closed her eyes tightly and gave a dry laugh, "Riding a donkey is a waste of resources."
But who knows, the customs in Lin'an are very strange. Cheap clothes are considered too cheap, and expensive clothes are not considered too expensive. On the contrary, they can always find many reasons to complain.
“This donkey skirt,” said the woman who came in through the door. She quickly corrected herself, “this swirling skirt. It can be worn on both sides. It’s wonderful. Hua Si Niang said yesterday that it’s really good to ride a donkey in your swirling skirt. It’s thick and the slits don’t let in any wind.”
"Give me one to try too."
Actually, this is what Hua Si Niang said: This swirling skirt is great. You can wear the color you like inside and the color you don't like outside when riding a donkey. It won't rub your butt. And if you really don't want to wear it anymore, you can take it off and make other clothes based on its workmanship. It's not a loss at all.
The main advantage is that it's reversible, with different patterns to ensure you won't run into someone wearing the same style. The swirling skirt is also easy to wear casually. The thickness and material, along with the exquisite embroidery, are evident. It's generously sized, so it doesn't feel tight like pants when you walk in it. The color scheme is like swaying lotus flowers.
Once you've ridden a donkey in it, you'll know just how comfortable this skirt is. You can wear it while strolling around in the rain, stopping at every house you visit, and quite a few people are following suit.
Sometimes riding a donkey is a way to show off one's status.
Anyway, no one in the Manchijiao shop ever thought that the rise of the whirling skirt in Lin'an started from the fact that it was comfortable and good-looking to ride a donkey. The trend of clothing in Lin'an was always so confusing. First, the literati went crazy and wore white cool shirts for fun. Then, people spent five, six, seven or eight taels of silver to buy a whirling skirt for riding a donkey in the rain.
If only the wind direction in Lin'an could be as accurate as the anemometer with the five-ounce chicken feathers attached to the wooden tablet used to measure the wind.
Everyone was puzzled, but the heavier the rain, the more popular the donkey rental business became, and the better Manchi Jiao's swirling skirt sold.
From a time when the shop was deserted, to a time when even on rainy days, there were about twenty people crowding the shop, trying on clothes one by one. Those who tried them on would hesitate, then walk out and come back to buy them.
In the past, when we were losing so much money, everyone was so anxious that they dared not open their eyes every day. Now, every day when they open their eyes, they see money coming in. After the initial surprise, they became even more anxious. They only managed to make about fifty skirts in total. With five tailors working every three days to make one skirt, they simply couldn't keep up.
Within five days, they were all sold out.
Madam Gu never expected that she would have to put on a smiling face and say, "No, really no more. You've all seen these materials. Each piece is different. The workmanship and embroidery patterns are so different that it would take us a whole day just to iron the fabric, let alone the reversible ones."
"Are you guys any good? You're bastards if you have skirts and don't sell them."
"Oh, that's all? If that's all, you can just make some more."
A woman smiled and said, "You must have heard the saying, 'Salt carriers outside Qingtai Gate, manure carriers outside Qingchun Gate, and silk baskets outside Genshan Gate.'"
"Let me make up another line for you: 'The pond is full of beauties, but no skirts are visible.'"
There were also shrewd ladies who said, "It's alright, if it's gone, it's gone. How about you give us a discount every day, a hundred coins a day?"
"Not very good."
When they couldn't make money, a few people would perform pantomime; when they could make money, a few people would perform variety shows.
However, when it came time to start counting the money, Manager Yao first looked at the pile of silver coins, counted them once, then counted them again, and after a moment of silence said, "I've made a profit."
"How much did you make?" Several heads crowded around.
“After deducting all other money, we made a net profit of seventy or eighty strings of cash in six days!” Manager Yao’s hands were shaking and his lips were trembling. “Hurry up and write another letter to Manager Lin to tell her that she is truly amazing.”
Everyone gathered together, laughing and crying. Outside the window, the rain poured down. Zhang Lianhe, crying, wrote down two words: "I made a profit!"
Two simple words, yet they encapsulate a month of unbearable pain, anxiety, helplessness, and numbness.
It was rain that caused both our defeat and our success.
The letter was delivered all the way to the tailor's workshop, where Madam Gu saw it first. She was also filled with joy and finally remembered to ask Lin Xiushui, "How did you come up with this?"
She understood that it couldn't be simply summed up by the word "luck".
Lin Xiushui leaned against the black lacquered wooden table, looked up at the rain outside the window, and said softly, "I figured it out after watching the rain for so many days."
The rain helped her identify the target audience for her clothes.
In Lin'an, wealthy women ride in sedan chairs, while those without money walk or take boats. Some women with dowries and money like to ride donkeys, regardless of the weather. It's a pity that horses are expensive and scarce in Lin'an; otherwise, Lin Xiushui would have considered getting a skirt this time.
She raised an eyebrow. "My lotus-patterned dress sold very well this time too."
"Oh?" Madam Gu walked around to look at her.
“Actually, the women in Lin’an who don’t have much money don’t like walking the streets the most, but praying to the gods and asking questions,” Lin Xiushui said, looking at the letter in her hand. “There are so many temples in Lin’an. The lotus is one of the eight treasures of Buddhism. Everyone goes to the top of the mountain and kowtows at the temple. Incense is burned everywhere. Wearing a piece of clothing makes me feel more sincere.”
She said lightly, "I've sold all of this batch of unsold lotus skirts and other clothes. It cost about a hundred taels in total."
"Let's prepare the next batch. This time, we'll make the red ones, for the Tianzhu Incense Festival, the Lingyin Incense Festival in October, and the Incense Market in December. We won't have to worry about selling them."
She never wanted to live a passive life again.
Madam Gu stared at Lin Xiushui. This time, Lin Xiushui did not show her joy. Her smile was faint. Her surprise and joy were like drizzle falling into a wide river, stirring up ripples, but quickly calming down.
This time she looked much thinner. In October, she wore three layers of clothing, but she no longer gave off the frail feeling she had before. Perhaps it was her expression, her mature eyebrows and eyes, and her determined gaze.
Only she herself probably knows how many sleepless days and nights she spent, how much gossip she heard. What doesn't kill her will ultimately make her stronger.
Lin Xiushui knew what Gu Niangzi was thinking, so she pointed to the small calendar at the back and said, "You can turn the page for any day."
"The old calendar has been turned over, but I live by the new calendar."
Madam Gu remained silent. She found it hard to imagine how much boundless power resided within that frail body.
She wanted to say something, but seemed rather inadequate, so she asked, "What do you want to do next?"
Lin Xiushui replied, "Let's focus on doing what we can do well first."
She stepped out the door, her back straight. The rain outside was still pouring down. She looked into the distance, not at the rain, but at the green mountains, majestic and spirited.
Many people know that Lin Xiushui has made a remarkable comeback, especially those who left the shop before, who are now filled with regret for their hasty decision.
Some looked at her with reverence, while others hesitated and wanted to come back. Lin Xiushui ignored them all and turned her back to them.
Everyone at Manchijiao was waiting for her to announce the good news. Lin Xiushui said, "During this period, everyone at Manchijiao has not had a single day off. I know that we have all been holding our breath."
"Like Madam Xin, she arrives earliest every day because she has no one to look after her child, so she brings him here. Sister Chen is always the last to leave. Xiao Qiao goes to Madam Luo every day to learn how to weave gold..."
She recounted everyone's contributions in simple words, and finally, with everyone's eyes filled with tears, she said, "We owe everything we have today to everyone."
"I'm not alone."
"I'll talk about the future arrangements later."
Everyone stared at her intently. Often, these eyes were filled with resentment or complaints, but today, all they could see was admiration. Lin Xiushui was like a great support to them.
Lin Xiushui felt a chill run down her spine under that gaze. "Alright, alright, you can look at me like that again tomorrow."
“Alright, from now on, whatever you say, Manager Lin, we’ll do,” the oldest manager, Manager Xiao, immediately replied, determined not to let Lin Xiushui’s words go unanswered.
You know, she used to be the most unruly person. After all, she was forty years old, and being managed by a girl twenty-five years younger than her, how could she put her face?
Faced with such power, Manager Xiao readily switched sides, absolutely supporting Lin Xiushui. Others followed suit, and if things continued this way, Man Chi Jiao would have no shortage of money.
Lin Xiushui did not disappoint them. As soon as she earned a large sum of money, she immediately bought monthly allowances for everyone. This time, two of the items she added were medium-grade white rice and good charcoal.
She went to the rice shop, and Sang Ying came out with a smile, patting her head covered in rice dust, "A Qiao, come and sit down."
"I need your approval, Steward Chen," Lin Xiushui said seriously. "I need sixty dou of medium-colored white rice."
Having only recently taken office, Chen Sangying, the proud manager who had gone from a lowly rice vendor selling early morning rice to having two people under her supervision and now selling medium-grade white rice, first straightened her back upon hearing this, then exclaimed in surprise, "Buying so much?"
“Great, I can give you another liter.”
She was very proud of herself, saying, "Who told me I'm in charge?"
In reality, she simply set aside one liter of her own monthly salary for Lin Xiushui.
“Yes, Steward Chen,” Lin Xiushui followed behind her, “I’ll have to trouble you to take care of me from now on.”
"No problem, no problem," Sang Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud. She had been in this business for a long time and had a very good eye. She could tell the quality of rice just by opening the bag and shaking it. In the past, in addition to early rice, she would also force herself to identify late rice, winter-pounded rice, yellow-stalked rice, yellow-brown rice, arrow-shaped rice, high-quality white rice, medium-quality white rice, and so on.
That's why he was able to be promoted to the rice shop with more money this time. He was able to become a junior manager at such a young age because he could read and was familiar with the town's rivers and streets.
She picked out the rice and called out, "Xiao Shunzi, can you carry these two bags of rice?"
Sang Ying forced herself to stop laughing and whispered to Lin Xiushui, "It's not enough to just be able to read here. If I want to become a famous rice vendor in the future, I also need to be able to speak the local dialects of various places."
“I want to learn Suzhou dialect first, because that’s where the most medium-grain white rice comes from,” Sang Ying said, tying a rope around a sack as she spoke, her tone very confident. “I want to learn the local dialects of Suzhou, Huzhou, Huaiyang, and Guangdong in the future.”
Lin Xiushui was learning the Lin'an dialect, and it was giving her a huge headache. The more she spoke, the more her mouth seemed to be making a racket, and she could make a sound that seemed to travel two miles with each pursed mouth. When she felt uncomfortable, she would try to cheer herself up by learning this dialect.
I really admire Sang Ying's lofty ambition. She nodded and said, "Then I'll talk to Aunt Chun for you later. Go and learn the local dialect from Xiao Sanhua. Among the little girls in the Xiangsheng Village, her dialect is the best."
“Really?” Sang Ying quickly said, “I will definitely learn from her.”
Even though Xiao Sanhua is only twelve years old, learning doesn't depend on age. Everyone has different skills, and anyone who has some expertise in their field can learn from others.
After buying the medium-grade white rice, Sang Ying was still busy distributing the rice to other rice shops. She called out, "A Qiao, I'll take that liter of rice to you. You can go back now."
Lin Xiushui left first, and Xiao Chun'e came to see her that evening. Ever since she had drunk with Xiao Chun'e twice to relieve her boredom, no matter how busy she was, even though the oil and candle bureau and Sangqiao Ferry were in completely opposite directions, she would always row her boat over to see Lin Xiushui.
Wang Yuelan said that Xiao Chun'e was just like her own sister.
“Of course,” Lin Xiushui pinched Xiaohe’s cheek, “Right, Xiaohe?”
Xiaohe was extremely worried. She was writing the large characters that Sizhen had assigned her. She looked up, threw down the pen, and let Lin Xiushui squeeze it. "Squeeze me to death, then I won't have to write anymore."
"Dream on," Lin Xiushui said, releasing her grip.
Seeing that there was no hope, Xiaohe said to Wang Yuelan, "Mother, just kill me."
"Get lost, you piece of trash! I'll beat you to death from now on!" Wang Yuelan was killing a duck. Lin Xiushui had just returned from Lin'an and had already killed two chickens and one duck. Now she was killing the second one.
“Oh, then you should revive the duck first,” Xiaohe said quickly.
Wang Yuelan said angrily, "I'm really going to hit you, Fang Xiaohe!"
Xiaohe stretched out her hand, looking completely at ease, "Go ahead and fight."
Xiao Chun'e, who came in, hugged her and said, "What are you doing, Da Bao? If you're tired of writing, we'll stop. How about you learn to make charcoal with me from now on, okay, Bao?"
"Okay, okay," Xiaohe nodded vigorously. As long as she didn't write big characters, she would be happy to pick up trash all over the ground.
Lin Xiushui looked down on her and brought a chair for Xiao Chun'e. Xiao Chun'e stared at Lin Xiushui for a while, then asked, "Are you happy now?"
"Business is definitely progressing."
"How did you know?" Lin Xiushui asked suspiciously. "Have you been learning fortune telling lately?"
Xiao Chun'e smiled and said, "No, it's just that when you're happy, the sound of your walk is different. You're especially happy today."
“That’s right, what you’re burning isn’t charcoal at all,” Lin Xiushui said, taking out a stack of persimmon cakes and explaining the situation to Xiao Chun’e. Xiao Chun’e laughed heartily, the kind of laughter that made you see her throat.
Lin Xiushui laughed along with her, and then said, "I know you're selling forty baskets of charcoal to me. You've been giving away a share of the profits from charcoal sales lately."
“You’re really well-informed. Zhang Xiaosi from the Accounting Office must have told you, right? Let me tell you, this time a batch of really good charcoal has come in. It doesn’t produce as much smoke when burned. They say the coal they dug this time is quite good,” Xiao Chun’e said while eating a persimmon cake. “If you want to share it with everyone, the price is low, and the quality is decent.”
"Don't buy any charcoal this year. I'll bring you some later. With me, Xiao Chun'e, here, what kind of talk is it to buy charcoal?"
Xiao Chun'e patted herself, and Xiao He chimed in, "Just saying that to save face."
Go write your words.
Lin Xiushui and Xiao Chun'e whispered to each other for a long time, gesturing wildly and laughing.
By the afternoon of the following day, Lin Xiushui distributed the monthly allowance, and everyone in Manchijiao was overjoyed. They finally had a real sense of earning money. The medium-grade white rice and charcoal were both good things, and they weren't cheap to buy individually, let alone when they were given away for free.
She brought the same portion for both the tailor and Ayun. Ayun, whose face had become round from eating so much at the tailor shop, stared wide-eyed in surprise, "For me?"
Charcoal, coal, white rice—so many good things, are they for her?
The tailor saw it all at a glance: "You, young master Lin, are destined to make a fortune. You'd better keep it."
Thank goodness, Ayun said. Lin Xiushui patted her on the shoulder and said, "Go on with your work."
Lin Xiushui said to the tailor, "Indeed, I have turned over a new leaf and will only make big money from now on."
“You dare say that? Even the Bodhisattva wouldn’t dare listen,” the tailor glanced at her, knowing that Lin Xiushui had come out.
During this month, Jin the tailor managed the tailor shop very well.
Shui Ji Quan Yi gained fame in the town, just like Man Chi Jiao in Lin'an.
Lin Xiushui looked at the pile of orders and clicked her tongue twice, "I'm going to go all out on two big projects."
The tailor's vision went black for a moment. She said, "You're young, but don't work me to death."
"No, we're not matchmakers, we're tailors."
There will be no Spring Equinox next year. The Spring Equinox will be at the end of this year, and the next Spring Equinox will be in the first month of the year after next. This is called a year without Spring Equinox. A year without Spring Equinox is also called a widow year. It is not advisable to get married in a widow year. Everyone is rushing to get married at the end of the year. Matchmakers are really running around everywhere, connecting everyone. But Lin Xiushui only wants to make money from this.
After Chen Jiuchuan folded his umbrella at the door and came in, he immediately asked upon hearing this, "What matchmaker?"
"You only listen to the first half of what you say, not the second half?" Lin Xiushui was genuinely puzzled.
"I'm quite obedient."
Lin Xiushui remained silent; she had been diagnosed.
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