It took Lin Yu half an incense stick of time to finish asking questions.
"how?"
"Your Highness, this woman's daily wages are 150 coins for five hours' work. She inherited her position from her husband's sister."
"Where's her husband's sister?"
"Dead."
"How did he die?"
"I suffocated myself to death from excessive coughing and wheezing."
Lin Yu answered expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.
His compassion had been completely worn out by the time he walked all the way from Jiangnan to Kyoto.
Yinreng asked again,
"Where are her husband and parents-in-law?"
Most of the vacancies for embroidery workers in Jiangnan are inherited, just like the military positions in the Eight Banners.
"Only a blind mother-in-law is left alive."
Yinreng looked at the reserved woman, and his chest felt a little tight.
He couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he asked Lin Yu to move on to ask the next person.
But after that, Yinreng was not so generous and gave each person 200 taels of silver.
Anyway, the money would be made up by the officials of the weaving factory in the future, so he had nothing to worry about.
There was a clerk nearby recording the conversation between Lin Yu and the embroiderer as evidence.
Yinreng and Yinqi stayed in this small courtyard for the entire day, and even ate with the embroiderers.
Yinreng and Yinqi squatted in the corner, listening to the noise in the crowd. Lin Yu told them that this was because there was meat in the dish, and the embroiderers were discussing it.
Yinqi took a bite of the dish that was bland and had an indescribable earthy smell, and his jawline tightened.
After dinner, they changed to another spinning yard and continued to ask Lin Yu about the embroidery.
It was not until the sky gradually darkened and the embroiderers finished their work and went home that Yinreng left the weaving bureau with his staff.
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