Chapter 593: Embroidered Girl

Meng Zhili saw that the room was filled with various books and medicinal herbs, and there were four pieces of paper spread out on the table. They should be the prescription that his daughter had mentioned.

The city gates of Chang'an Town, Baishui Town, and Lianshan Town were all closed.

No one could enter except him and the officials.

Meng Zhili also informed the prefect about the possible plague.

But the prefect didn't believe it and said he was overthinking it.

Meng Zhili didn't know whether the prefect had colluded with the inspector of Enxin Province, so he didn't dare to say it too clearly. Otherwise, the senior official might send someone to take his life in order to keep the matter secret.

There are five counties in Ruling Prefecture.

Meng Zhili sent an official to go there.

He has reminded these county magistrates indirectly, and it is up to them whether to believe it or not.

In any case, the city gate of Qixi County must be closed and no one is allowed to enter.

"Father, eat quickly. Don't get busy until you're full. By the way, have you written to Brother Bujiu? It would be best if he could pay attention to the Imperial City and see if he can find out anything. I suggest that Brother Bujiu send someone to dress up and bribe a few beggars to let them sing in the Imperial City.

Spread the news of the flood and plague in Enxin Province throughout the imperial city. I have heard from Grandpa Gan that the spies of the higher-ups are all over the imperial city. They will naturally hear the beggars' voices. After learning about this, they will definitely send people to us to inquire. The plague is bound to break out, and the county magistrate will not be able to keep it secret. "

Jiang Fubao personally brought a bowl of shredded pork noodles, which was still steaming.

It’s not too oily, and it’s made with lean meat and a few boiled cabbages, so it tastes sweet.

She put down the bowl and told her godfather what she had thought of in the past two days.

"Oh, it would be great if Fubao was a boy. He would definitely be more powerful than Bujiu." Meng Zhili sighed again.

My goddaughter is very talented and smart at only eleven years old.

Unfortunately, women have no chance to take the imperial examinations. No matter how smart they are, they will eventually be trapped in the inner house. The best they can do is to open a clinic like her goddaughter, or do some business.

It would be great if she were a man.

Hearing his godfather say this, Jiang Fubao felt guilty for a moment.

All she thought of were the inspirations she got from watching TV.

Her heart is bigger than that of her brother Bujiu.

"Daddy, eat quickly." Jiang Fubao pushed the bowl forward again.

"Okay." Meng Zhili had to listen to her goddaughter. No matter how upset she was, she picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.

I've been hungry for a few days, but I don't feel hungry at all.

After eating the noodles, my body seemed to warm up instantly.

After eating the noodles, Meng Zhili left with the prescription for preventing the plague.

The carriage left Lianshan Town.

The city gates closed quickly.

All the officers guarding the city gates wore masks.

At this time, as soon as you enter the yard of Jiang's house, Jiang Wangyou and dozens of embroiderers are sewing masks.

Some of the embroiderers who felt exhausted yawned repeatedly, and some even stood up and shook their necks and arms.

"I'm so tired. I spend all day sewing these masks except for eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom. Manager Jiang, how long are we going to finish this? My son hasn't seen me for several days. Can I go home first?"

One of the younger women came up to Jiang Wangyou and said.

"You can go back, but you can't come back once you go back." Jiang Wangyou also had dark circles under her eyes. She slept and woke up with Xiu Niang, and even had her meals brought in by maids. She spent most of her time every day sewing masks.

Xiu Niang was tired, and she wasn't much better off.

"Why?" Xiu Niang was puzzled.

She had been at the Jiang family before the city was locked down, so naturally she didn't know the situation outside.

I thought it wasn't serious.

"There are too many people infected with the plague in Lianshan Town, and no one knows who these people have met. What if you go out and meet someone on the road, and he happens to be infected with the plague but has not yet developed the disease? Or, your family members..."

She didn't explain it too clearly as she was afraid that the girl in front of her would worry.

But any fool can understand it.

"Manager Jiang, don't worry. There is no possibility that anyone in my family is infected with the plague. So, I will go back wearing a mask. Is that okay? I will go home to see my son. He is only five years old. He will definitely cry if he doesn't see me for a few days."

Xiu Niang picked up a mask and was about to put it on her mouth, but was stopped by Jiang Wangyou.

"It's useless. Fubao said that masks can only reduce the possibility of contracting the plague, but it doesn't mean you won't be infected. If you go out and come back, not only my family, but also these embroiderers will be in danger.

You can go back. I'm not stopping you from going back. I just told you that once you go back, you can't come back again. Think about it. If you go back, take a mask and I'll have the maid take you out."

Jiang Wangyou's tone was a little cold. She couldn't let this embroiderer implicate others.

She was originally a gentle person, but she changed a lot after opening an embroidery shop.

She had dealt with so many difficult customers by herself, so the embroiderer in front of her was no problem to her.

"This, this..." Xiu Niang became hesitant.

She really wanted to go back, but she had to pay for making masks here, five cents for each one, which was not a small amount. You had to know how much she earned for embroidering a handkerchief. Besides, making masks was simple and could be done in a short time.

Originally, she could earn two hundred dollars a month, which was considered a lot.

I can earn at least a hundred coins a day by making masks these days, and I earn more in two days than I did in the previous month.

It would be such a pity if I went back.

"Have you made up your mind?" Jiang Wangyou asked again when he saw that she didn't speak for a long time.

"Well, forget it. I'll stay for two more days." Life at home was hard, so she didn't give up this lucrative job and go back to see her son.

Just cry, it’s okay to cry for a few days.

"Okay, hurry up and do it. Don't be lazy. The more you do, the more you earn. If you want to do it later, it will be gone."

Jiang Wangyou saw that they were all chatting idly, and his hands slowed down.

She pressed on.

When it comes to money, everyone keeps their mouths shut.

The room was unusually quiet. When the maid came to pour water, the only sounds could be heard: the sound of needle and thread weaving through cloth and breathing.

In the second courtyard, Jiang Tongtu and Jiang Huanyu were playing pot toss with their nephew.

The few people did not disturb Jiang Wangyou and Xiu Niang as soon as they entered the yard.

Jiang Tongjin was playing bamboo mahjong with his grandparents and father.

Everyone had their own things to do, except Zhang Yanzi and Jiang Siyin, who sat in their daughter's room in silence.

"How about I go to the clinic?" Jiang Siyin said slowly.

His eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and even the tip of his nose was slightly red.

Zhang Yanzi was better and didn't cry, but she couldn't hide the worry on her face.

"Fubao told us not to worry, but I'm her mother, how can I not worry? Let's go together." Zhang Yanzi stood up.

The move is to go out.

But he was grabbed by Jiang Siyin.

"It's too dangerous. What if there are fish that slip through the net on the street? If you get infected with the plague, wouldn't Fubao be in trouble? I can go, you stay at home, and I will come back with Fubao."