Chapter 154: Arrange Ji Shubai to close his eyes, it is too embarrassing to speak. ...
Ji Shubai was busy until September before he could take a break. On this day, he took a day off and accompanied Song Jin back to live in the old house.
The screen that Qingshan had sent to the craftsman to make had now been finished. Song Jin placed it on the low table to admire it.
The base is made of huanghuali wood carved with floral patterns, and the screen above depicts a picture of butterflies and peonies. The stitching is fine and the colors are bright. The pattern is as thin as a cicada's wing and the silk is translucent. At first glance, you might think the pattern is suspended in the air, and you'll fall in love with it immediately.
Ji Shubai also praised Hong Xing for her good craftsmanship, saying that if she could improve further, she might be able to become a good embroiderer in Suzhou Prefecture.
What Song Jin cares about is that supporting himself is not a problem at all.
At night, the two of them washed up separately. Song Jin was a little slower and put on a wide-sleeved robe that he had asked a tailor to make privately before going into the house.
Ji Shubai was sitting on the bed wearing only his underwear, flipping through a book in the dim candlelight. When he heard Song Jin come in, he raised his head and was stunned.
Song Jin wore a moon-white robe with wide sleeves and a cloud-blue solid edge.
The gown was very long, almost dragging on the ground, with a slightly open neckline, revealing a section of the collarbone. A wide sea-blue satin ribbon was tied around the waist, making the already thin body look even slimmer.
“You are…”
What kind of clothes is this?
The cloak doesn't look like a cloak, and the robe doesn't look like a robe.
Song Jincai didn't explain, but walked over and asked, "Do I look good?"
Ji Shubai finally understood, dropped the book, stood up and walked closer, holding her waist: "It looks good."
His body was still filled with fragrance, and his lips with a hint of coolness and moisture fell on Song Jin's lips. His neck, shoulders, and hands on the waist gradually gained strength and moved randomly on his back.
Everything went as Song Jin had expected, except for one problem: he didn't know how to take off his clothes.
Song Jin reached behind him, grabbed his hand, and guided him to untie the bow at the back of his waist.
The robe was held together by a single belt, which was untied and instantly became loose, exposing both shoulders.
Ji Shubai put his hands, which he used to hold the pen to write, into his robe and immediately felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that it was true.
On their wedding night, the two of them suffered a lot of setbacks because of the waist. Today, Song Jin simply took off her underwear, opened her clothes, and revealed her spring scenery.
Song Jin showed a rare hint of shyness and reached out to hold her clothes. However, Ji Shubai was reluctant to withdraw his hand. He kissed her while moving his hand down along her waistline. After just a few touches, her eyes opened.
vacuum.
Ji Shubai stood up, looked into Song Jin's eyes that reflected the flickering candlelight, and picked him up.
"You really are a witch."
Song Jin buried his face in Ji Shubai's neck: "Fortunately, you are not the unromantic brother."
Then he paused and asked, "Who is Brother Jade Emperor?"
Song Jin forgot that Journey to the West had not yet been published.
She swung her feet in the air, her voice coquettish, "Oh, don't ask!"
This wonderful atmosphere must not be destroyed.
Song Jin's rich theoretical knowledge was slightly revealed, and the result was that Ji Shubai had to carry him out of bed to wash today.
"Where did you learn that?"
Ji Shubai was wearing a cloak and was forced to turn his back to Song Jin. He held her hand and asked her to wash behind him.
"Just say whether you like it or not."
Ji Shubai listened to the sound of water and fell silent.
"Do you like it?"
Ji Shubai closed his eyes, too embarrassed to speak.
How could Song Jin let him go? After washing up, he stepped forward and put his hands on his hips: "If you don't like it, I won't come again."
After saying that, she was about to leave with puffed cheeks, but Ji Shubai stretched out his hand to grab her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"Must I tell you?"
"I must tell you!"
Ji Shubai sighed, closed his eyes, buried his head in Song Jin's neck, and muttered softly.
"like......"
"Speak clearly!"
God damn, it's killing me.
Ji Shubai’s face was almost cooked.
That night, Song Jin stripped Ji Shubai's clothes in bed as usual, buried his face in his chest, slid his hands along the groove of his spine, wrapped his legs around his waist, and let out a long sigh.
This is life.
"Why do you always take off my clothes while you keep yourself well dressed?"
"I'm afraid my shoulders will get cold."
Song Jin spoke with confidence, and Ji Shubai felt he could not refute it. He blinked twice in the dark, and suddenly turned over. His broad shoulders almost completely covered Song Jin, and he began to tear off his clothes without saying a word.
If he can't win the argument, he will just take action. This bad habit he learned from Song Jin.
Ji Shubai threw his bright red undershirt out of the curtain, then he lay down on his side and hugged Song Jin.
Skin against skin is indeed the most comfortable thing.
Song Jin heard a long sigh of contentment.
"Don't get up early tomorrow."
"good."
It was just the beginning of autumn and the weather was dry and slightly cool, a perfect time for sleep. Song Jin slept until dawn before getting up.
Ji Shubai was used to getting up early, so he got up quietly before that time. After washing up outside, he sat in the living room outside the bedroom, drinking tea while flipping through the book that Song Jin had written before, and occasionally making a few changes.
Chunyun stood aside helping to grind the ink, her eyes fixed on the manuscript. There were a bunch of unfamiliar characters that she really couldn't understand.
Ji Shubai flipped through the manuscript, which was written in extremely popular and plain language. Considering that it was a foreign story, there was no need to be too particular about it, so there were not many places that needed to be changed.
When Song Jin got up naked, he saw that the clothes that he had thrown away last night had been folded and placed at the head of the bed.
"Cuckoo——"
Song Jin was getting dressed while calling for someone. Du Juan pushed the door open and through the crack in the door, she saw Ji Shubai sitting at the table with his legs crossed, reading the manuscript carefully.
When he is serious, his brows will slightly frown, his eyes will stare at one place, he is very focused, and he looks very good.
"Help me get dressed and comb my hair."
This day's breakfast was different from usual. Dujuan brought her a bowl of bird's nest.
"Why did you eat this?"
"My Lord said that Madam is weak, so take advantage of the autumn to take more supplements, and you will feel better in the winter."
Song Jin looked at Ji Shubai and smiled, then picked up the bowl and ate slowly.
"Early this morning, someone came to the shop and brought two boiled chickens and a basket of preserved eggs. They said it was the first jar made since the beginning of autumn. I will go to the kitchen later to teach Mother Chen how to make preserved eggs, and we can serve them tonight."
Song Jin nodded and said yes.
Speaking of boiled chicken and preserved eggs, Song Jin remembered something.
It seems that it is time to make new plans for that small shop.
"Is the person delivering the things still here? Who is coming?"
Dujuan answered, it was Arong.
A young couple was forced to separate by Song Jin.
Every time he had a day off, A Rong would find an excuse to send something here, hoping to meet her. Today, they finally met, but Du Juan might not always be able to spare the time, so A Rong could only wait in the gatehouse outside.
Thinking of this, Song Jin felt a little guilty. He ate his meal in a hurry, said something to Ji Shubai, and took Du Juan to the front to meet A Rong.
The first thing Song Jin wanted to find out was the situation in the shop and her father.
Since getting married, Old Lu no longer came to the Ji family's old house to work as a gardener. Ji Shubai was not very happy about having her old husband take care of the garden himself, but there was no one else who could take over, so she had to put it on hold for the time being.
Old Lu was not worried about losing his job, because he still had a shop and a daughter. He just stayed at home drinking and bragging to his neighbors, his face often blushing.
The shop hired three new assistants, and Meng Qi often stayed in the kitchen because Mrs. Chen had taken a break.
She was not used to days without working, and she didn't want to be served, so she often changed her clothes and helped in the kitchen.
Old Lu scolded her for not knowing how to appreciate her blessings and being born to be a worthless person.
After hearing this, Song Jin was speechless for a long time.
She was also not used to being served too harshly, such as asking someone to wipe her body when taking a bath. She wished that the servants would not even show up.
"Did my father mention taking a concubine again?"
Ah Rong frowned and said, "We went to the fields together to harvest mugwort in late spring this year, and then I didn't hear him mention it again, but..."
A Rong spoke hesitantly, a problem he had in the past, and Song Jin had to force him to speak.
"But what?"
"Dad seems to be interested in Chunyun."
"What?"
In the past, Old Lu and Chunyun's father were both servants of the Bai family and had known each other for a long time. This year, Old Lu was a little proud of Song Jin, and he couldn't help showing off when he arrived outside the city, so he showed off to Chunyun's father.
Chunyun's father was not a good person either. When he saw Old Lu showing off, he bluntly said that he knew his daughter had some connections and promised that his daughter might be able to marry a man from an official family in the future. Old Lu was stunned by what he said.
So the two of them checked the accounts, and Lao Lu realized that Chunyun had been in his hands for a long time without his knowledge.
He kept silent after knowing this, after all, Chunyun would not turn fourteen for another few months.
He has a young girl with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a pretty face in his hands. Why would he take a concubine? He can just wait until the day comes next year and then come to find Song Jin to take her away.
When Song Jin heard these words, she was so angry that smoke almost came out of her head, and she almost twisted the armrest of a chair.
Bad habits will never change.
"My father, do you really think so?"
"From what you said, it seems that Zuo is just your maid. He is..."
"Finish your words."
"...He's your father."
A Rong's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but Song Jin still heard it clearly.
Grass!
I hate this sentence the most.
Daddy, daddy, daddy, your uncle!
Song Jin was so angry that he had no place to vent it. He thought for a long time with a sullen face. Seeing A Rong trembling in fear below, he suddenly came up with an idea.
"Ah Rong, you and Du Juan just got married. It's not good to be separated for so many years. You should have a place to stay. Do you want to be separated like this after you have children?"
How could A Rong not have a plan, but Song Jin took the person away, what else could he do?
Song Jin appropriately proposed an idea: buy a house not too far from the old house, so that the couple could reunite often.
A Rong was dumbfounded when he heard this, he couldn't even pay back the debt of thirty taels.
Song Jin smiled and said, "Since I told you to buy it, I will naturally find a way to help you."
Song Jin suggested that he buy a house with three courtyards near the old house, preferably with three or four shops at the door, not too remote. Later, when Du Juan has trained the servants properly, he will often call her out so that the two can reunite, and he himself will manage the accounts of several shops, and his wages can also increase, which is convenient.
A Rong thought this idea was good, but where would the money come from?
Three courtyards would cost at least three or four hundred taels of silver, which is not a small amount of money.
"You can borrow money from me, and when you buy the yard, you can use the property deed as collateral. As for the interest, I won't charge you."
When Ah Rong heard this, he knelt down and said, "How can I bear this?"
After hearing this, Dujuan also knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to express her gratitude.
This approach is equivalent to living in Song Jin's house for free while helping her run the shop.
The house is bigger, there are more shops, the salary is higher, and there are more people to manage.
Song Jin chuckled and said, "Don't worry, if you want to kneel, kneel to someone else."
She wanted Arong and Dujuan to acknowledge Mrs. Chen as their godmother and keep her by their side to show filial piety.
Old Lu has no son, which gives him the confidence to take a concubine.
Mrs. Chen is weak-willed and only knows how to obey. Song Jin can stop Old Lu from marrying Hong Xing and Chun Yun, but she may not be able to stop others. She has to find a way to give her mother a way out, otherwise, what if the new people enter the house and are bullied?
A Rong is this retreat.
Give him money to buy a yard and let him open a shop to do business. At the same time, he can be filial to his mother on her behalf and earn more money. Why not do it?
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