Chapter 56 If things don't work out, then we'll remove Manager Wen from the government
Song Jin wanted to be freed, but he went to Madam Chai for help and even had a reason: he had offended Madam Lin, so he sent the person to apologize.
Unfortunately, Song Jin thought of the reason in a hurry, but didn't think of anything else.
An emperor cannot empathize with eunuchs, a slave owner cannot empathize with slaves, and Mrs. Chai cannot empathize with her house-born son, Weed.
For a slave who tried every means to escape from slavery, they would only doubt her loyalty and her character.
Just like background checks in the 21st century, people who have major conflicts with their previous employers are often feared by other companies, and they would rather miss them than keep them.
Mrs. Chai was unwilling to help Song Jin. As for Mrs. Lin, she had no idea that Song Jin was the kitchen servant today, nor did she know that the kitchen servant officially invited today had not arrived. She was just a mountain brought out to suppress the Bai family.
No guest of honor would care about the cook, not even those from the 21st century.
Song Jin's wish to escape citizenship was almost completely dashed, but a turning point occurred in an unexpected place.
Madam Chai brought the man out, but she couldn't continue to punish him with all the injuries on his body, otherwise he would have died in her house. So she closed her eyes and waved her hand, pretending that she didn't know that Wen Zijin was a weed. She didn't participate in Wen Ya's little thoughts and kicked everyone out. They would still do what they wanted.
Song Jin could only pray that Mrs. Chai could keep the woman's identity a secret so that she could continue to work as a cook outside as Wen Zijin.
Mrs. Chai agreed and then asked the servants to see the person out.
However, at this moment, a childish voice was heard.
"Mom, wait a minute."
Baobao rushed out.
"Mom, since she is a girl, can she stay and play with me for a few days?"
Bao Bao is still thinking about the story, Song Jin sees hope, but Mrs. Chai is not satisfied.
"Aren't there enough people at home to play with you?"
Mrs. Chai's tone was much gentler when she faced Bao Bao.
“They’re not fun.”
Baobao's eyes moved between the people in front of her, sometimes falling on Song Jin who was unsteadily standing, and sometimes on Chunyun who was a few years older than her but smaller and darker.
Baobao was wearing a lambskin jacket with gold edges today. The surface of the jacket was snow-blue satin, and a short section of fur was visible at the collar, which made him look even more clever and cute.
On the other hand, Chunyun was wearing a dirty cotton jacket with a hole at the hem, revealing the yellowed cotton wool. She looked even more embarrassed compared to Baobao.
An inexplicable sense of shame made Chunyun grab the hem of her clothes and pull it back, fearing that others would see her predicament.
But poverty cannot be hidden.
"Mom, please leave her here too."
This time, she was referring to Haruyun.
Mrs. Chai was reluctant but still obeyed Bao Bao. Song Jin and Chun Yun were left behind, and everyone else had to go back to Shidinglou and act as if nothing had happened.
But what happened has happened, and you can’t just pretend it happened.
Song Jin and Chunyun were arranged to live in the same room. Because Song Jin was injured, the Chai family sent someone to invite a medical officer to see him. During this period, Bao Bao was not allowed to see him.
So Chunyun was brought to Baobao alone.
The Bai family was not bad. Although Chunyun had never eaten or worn many good things since she was a child, she had seen them. But now when she faced the two girls younger than her beside Baobao, the restraint and embarrassment were almost written on her face.
A clean jacket, fair skin, delicate fingers, and even neatly combed hair.
Chunyun was just a dirty little girl who was locked in the woodshed and froze all night. She tore her clothes, rubbed two sticks together to make fire and burned down the woodshed before escaping.
This embarrassment was even more evident when Baobao was circling around her. Although he was standing, he was hunched over.
"Why are you so dirty?"
There is no dirt in Baobao's world.
"I...I slept in the woodshed...all night."
"Whose family are you from? Why are you sleeping in the woodshed?"
Chunyun lowered her head, her fingers tugging at the hem of her clothes: "From the Bai family."
Bao Bao tilted his head and blinked, not understanding who this Bai family was.
"Forget it, can you tell a story?"
Chunyun was stunned: "Story? What story?"
"Qiongying's Story."
Chunyun shook his head: "I don't know, but I know how to kill a chicken."
"Kill the chicken?"
Baobao showed a surprised look, and Chunyun nodded seriously.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck...killing chickens? What's so fun about killing chickens?"
Baobao laughed non-stop, and Chunyun didn't quite understand whether he liked it or not, so she continued to herself: "To kill a chicken, you have to pluck the hair from its neck, and then find the trachea and blood vessels, and then cut them open with a knife. You also have to get the chicken blood..."
"This story is not good." The wet nurse next to her stopped her and said, "What about the trachea and blood vessels? What if she scares Baobao?" As she said this, she held Baobao in her arms and covered her ears, as if she was afraid of scaring her.
Chunyun stood there at a loss, staring at Baobao blankly.
Baobao stopped laughing, reached out to pull away the wet nurse's hand, and handed Chunyun to the maid beside him.
"Take her to wash and change her clothes and then come back to tell me another story."
Song Jin sat alone in the small room. The medical officer came to see her, felt her pulse, checked her wounds, prescribed some medicine, and told her that her wounds would heal, but that a small piece of scalp on the back of her head could not be saved and she would probably not grow hair again in the future. He advised her to rest more so that she could heal faster.
Song Jin smiled bitterly: "Thank you, doctor."
The servant of the Chai family sent the person away and brought in a bathtub, asking her to wash herself clean and change her clothes before going to bed.
The injuries on Song Jin's body made it inconvenient for him to move, but no one cared. The important thing was not to dirty the quilt.
In the small room, Song Jin took off his clothes with great difficulty. Bruise were visible everywhere on his shoulders, arms, ribs and thighs, it was a horrible sight.
After taking a bath alone, she managed to dress herself up and then got into bed. The servants brought a low table, put food on it and told her to eat. After she had eaten and drunk her fill, she finally lay down to rest.
It was not until night time that Chunyun came skipping in from outside. She was wearing a pink jacket and pants, and her hair had been combed again, making it look much cleaner and tidier. She was climbing onto the bed with a smile on her face.
"Sister, I'm back." Chunyun crawled into the bed without taking off her clothes.
"You're not going to take off your clothes?"
Chunyun sat up and asked with a smile: "Do I look good?"
"nice."
"It was given to me by the young lady of this family. She is a very nice person."
Song Jin tilted his head and looked at Chunyun's current appearance, which was somewhat similar to the little maids around her.
"She gave me clothes as a reward, saying they were made for the servants in the mansion, but they looked like the young lady's clothes. I can't bear to take them off, so can I wear them to sleep?"
Song Jin smiled: "It's up to you."
"Do you still feel pain?"
Ever since Chunyun came in, Song Jin just turned his neck to speak and didn't move his body at all.
"Much better. The doctor prescribed some medicine. I've taken one dose and I'll be well again soon."
Chunyun was extremely happy. She pulled the quilt and smelled it. It was clean and had no smell. It was so nice.
She habitually squeezed her body towards Song Jin, and this squeeze caused Song Jin's expression to change instantly.
"You can't touch it."
Chunyun jumped out in shock. After Song Jin's complexion returned to normal, she took out Song Jin's arm from under the quilt and rolled up her sleeves to take a look.
Seeing the shocking purple area, she wanted to look at the other side, but Song Jin stopped her.
"Don't worry, the bones are not broken and the bruises will heal."
Chunyun held her bruised arm motionlessly, tears falling on the bruises.
"The lady in this house is a good person. Can I go and ask her to let us stay here together? We won't go back."
Song Jin smiled bitterly: "We are from the Bai family, and the red deed is still in the hands of the grandmother."
The red deed and the yellow book were like two shackles tied around Song Jin's neck, leaving her with no breath.
"I'll ask her and she'll agree. She likes to listen to my stories."
Song Jin stopped talking. To be honest, she couldn't even protect herself right now, so it might not be a bad thing if Chunyun could stay with Baobao.
Early the next morning, Chunyun brought in breakfast, fed Song Jin, and then went inside to find Baobao.
Song Jin didn't know what Chunyun said to Baobao T. She only knew that when Chunyun came back at noon, she told her with a happy face that Baobao agreed and would ask her mother to ask for the person back, or buy him if that didn't work.
Song Jin was somewhat surprised, but also somewhat worried. If he left, what would happen to Mancao's parents? Would she continue to be a servant in the Chai family?
That's not what she wanted.
Between Chai and Wen Ya, one of them holds the other's secrets, and the other holds the other's parents, so they barely check and balance each other. But it's a different situation for the Chai family.
If she entered the Chai family as a slave, she would probably never be able to escape from that status.
Song Jin was worried and in so much pain that he couldn't get up. He could only let things develop. The news came on the afternoon of the third day.
Mrs. Chai went to the Bai family, but failed to get the person.
Wenya's attitude was direct and clear: if she wanted to be punished, she could be beaten to death, but she could not be deprived of her citizenship.
This is a fight to the death, but Song Jin doesn't have the courage.
Some things will always be cards in your hand unless you say them out loud. Once they are played, there is no possibility of taking them back.
If Song Jin loses, he will not only lose his life, but will also drag many people down with him. Wen Ya will only lose some money.
As the saying goes, a tree lives by its bark and a person lives by his breath. Wen Ya couldn't swallow this breath and insisted on arguing to the end. Song Jin could only take a step back.
But Mrs. Chai got angry. She was not someone who could easily accept failure. She didn't want it if she didn't want it, and she didn't want it if she didn't want it. But after being rejected by Wen Ya, she became more excited and instigated her husband Chai Heng to solve the problem.
Chai Heng was in a dilemma, so he asked his good brother, Ji Shubai, the Tongzhi of Suzhou Prefecture, to come to his home to discuss the matter.
Song Jin never expected that Chunyun's few words would actually get so many people involved, especially after learning that Ji Shubai had come, she knew that her identity as a servant could not be concealed, and she couldn't help but worry. So she urged Chunyun to take her to the back of the hall to eavesdrop.
The two of them were quiet. The noise in the hall was not loud, but they could be heard clearly.
"I advise you to stay out of this matter. It's not that I have a bias against the shopkeeper, but his use of Bao Bao must not be tolerated."
"Not really. It was the little girl who came to Baobao and begged him. Baobao was so interested that he wanted both of them."
"That can't be done. Don't you think about how many servants there are in Suzhou? If you ask me to help you get one today, what will you do if you ask for another one tomorrow?"
"If it doesn't work, remove Shopkeeper Wen from the family and leave the younger one to Baobao. She likes it, so just think of it as doing it for Baobao."
"If he wants to get rid of his citizenship today, I will help him. Then tomorrow, if someone in your family wants to get rid of their citizenship and comes to me for help, will I help them or not? Also, for the sake of protecting Bao, you should not invite these questionable people into your home. She can't tell the difference, can't you?"
"I've told you before, this Wen Zijin, or the servant, is full of lies, and now he dares to set his sights on Bao Bao. I advise you to drive him away as soon as possible."
Chai Heng knew Ji Shubai's personality and knew that he didn't like to use his power for personal gain. After being scolded by him, he remained silent.
Song Jin stood behind the wall and heard the conversation clearly. A gust of cold wind blew over, and Song Jin grabbed the collar with one hand and put the other hand on Chunyun's shoulder.
"go back."
Song Jin limped towards her cabin. She walked slowly. Chunyun looked back at her from time to time, but Song Jin just looked up and looked forward.
"Did I do something wrong?"
After hearing this, Song Jin stopped and lowered his head to look at Chunyun. He saw that the corners of her mouth were turned down and she looked like she was about to cry.
"Nonsense, you did a great job."
Song Jin stretched out his hand and touched Chunyun's face, and his vision became blurred.
The first snow of this winter fell silently.
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