Chapter 2: The Feudal Society
According to Mancao's memory and Song Jin's own understanding, this year was the seventh year of Wanli, sixty-five years before Zhu Youjian was hanged on Coal Hill, and forty-eight years before the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty.
If you think about it, Mancao should have died that year, which is great.
Save the Ming Dynasty?
Screw the feudal society, screw the Manchu invasion, screw the Second World War, let the new China come soon.
As Song Jin thought this, he quickened his pace towards Zizhu Garden.
When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Song Jin did not go in directly, but stretched his neck to look inside, and immediately saw the maid Lianxin who was cleaning outside.
"Lian Xin——"
Song Jin called Lianxin's name softly. Lianxin, who was sweeping the floor, heard the voice and looked up to see Song Jin.
"Mancao," she ran over grabbing a broom, "Why are you here?"
"Is Grandma here?"
Lianxin looked into the room and saw no one, so she pushed Song Jin out of the courtyard to talk.
"Grandma doesn't like the people in your house."
"I know. I have something to ask her."
"What is it?"
Song Jin twisted his fingers, wondering what he should say to make Wen Ya willing to see him.
"I'm a psychic."
Song Jin felt that this reason was the most misleading.
Who knew that Lianxin was stunned after hearing this, and stared at Song Jin with her big eyes blinking.
Chunyun didn't lie, the vines were really burned.
"Crawly..."
"Just go ahead and say it."
"What are you talking about?" Lian Xin was confused.
"Just say that when I was ill, I traveled to the Pure Heaven and met the immortals. After learning about the situation at home, they gave me an idea that will definitely help Grandma resolve her worries."
Lianxin awkwardly scratched the broom handle with her fingers. No matter how she listened to this, she felt that it was unreliable.
"Go ahead and tell her. Grandma will make the judgment. Can you just help me?"
Song Jin begged in a pleading tone. Lian Xin had no choice but to put down the broom and turn back to go into the house.
Song Jin lay on the gate of the courtyard and looked inside. Sure enough, after a while she saw Lian Xin coming out with a smile on her face. She knew that it was done.
"Mancao, grandma wants you to come in."
Song Jin jumped out from behind the door and went inside happily.
Entering the main house, she first saw a Huanghuali Arhat couch with carved scroll grass patterns and rattan heart. On the couch was a Huanghuali cloud-shaped ivory low table, on which were simply placed two plates of snacks and a cup of tea.
The cushions on the couch were still there. A middle-aged woman, nearly fifty years old, with a white crepe bun on her head and a long gown with a sheepskin and gold-trimmed white satin front, was sitting there with her hand on her forehead, her brows slightly furrowed and her eyes tightly closed.
I am suffering from neurasthenia and probably insomnia, and I am very annoyed.
Song Jin took a glance and, based on the skills he had acquired from serving the proprietress for many years in his previous life, made an immediate judgment and then bowed his head.
"Hail, Grandma."
Wen Ya, who was sitting on the couch, heard the voice, half opened her eyes and glanced at Song Jin.
"Is this the spiritual connection you mentioned?"
"yes."
Wen Ya closed her eyes again: "Then tell me how to do it."
Song Jin said steadily: "I had a high fever a few days ago, and I was confused. I vaguely found myself in a place, first a cave, and when I walked into the cave, I saw another world inside..."
Before she finished her words, she heard the person on the couch sneer.
Song Jin continued calmly: "I met a fairy there, and after hearing about the situation at home, the fairy gave me an idea."
"What's going on at home?" Wen Ya opened her eyes when she heard this. "Tell me what's going on at home right now."
She wanted to see how a family servant viewed the current Bai family.
"The master has passed away and there are no descendants in the family..."
When he said this, Song Jin paused for a moment, raised his eyes to glance at Wen Ya, and saw that she was still holding her forehead with her hand, but her eyes were a little wider.
She was dissatisfied, but it was the fact.
"The master is looking at me with eagerness, and he must be thinking of a way to inherit the property here as soon as possible. I think..."
Song Jin's voice became weaker as she carefully considered how to express herself. However, before she could continue, Wen Ya took over the conversation.
"You think that my relationship with my uncle is not harmonious. If he inherits my family business, my future life will be difficult." After saying that, she turned to look at Song Jin: "You think so, right?"
Song Jin stared at Wen Ya's eyes, which were not friendly at the moment.
"I want to say that this matter may not be unsolvable."
"Oh, then tell me how the gods in the dream taught you to interpret it."
Song Jin took a deep breath and answered, "There are two kinds of property. One is fixed, such as a house, a shop, and the number of servants. The other is mobile, such as the herbs in the pharmacy and the silver in the warehouse. Fixed property cannot be changed, but mobile property can be moved."
"Move? How?"
While questioning, Song Jin noticed that Wen Ya sat up straight, and she knew that the fish was about to take the bait.
"The money earned from the shop is sent to the family's warehouse regularly, where it is recorded and stored. If it is needed, it is paid out. If you want to move this large amount of money from the family without letting the Bai family's eldest master know, you have to find a way to make the money disappear legally and reasonably."
Song Jin said this calmly. She had helped her boss do this many times, commonly known as property transfer, and she was already very familiar with it.
Now it’s just a matter of changing the dynasty, she can still do it.
"Okay, then tell me how to make the silver disappear legally and reasonably."
Wen Ya's frown relaxed, and Song Jin confirmed that she had heard it.
"I have a herbal medicine shop at home, so I must buy herbs for this shop. Usually, a familiar drug dealer will deliver the goods, but what if a new drug dealer delivers a batch of fake goods?"
“Hahahaha——” The person above suddenly burst into laughter. Song Jin stopped laughing and looked up at Wen Ya.
"You are so brave at such a young age. You bought fake medicinal materials? Will my family continue to run the business in the future?"
Song Jin calmly asked, "Will this shop still be yours in the future?"
Wen Ya's face froze when she heard this.
This pharmacy currently belongs to the Bai family. Which family will inherit it in the future? Whether it is good or bad, it has nothing to do with her.
Wen Ya was in deep thought, then slowly picked up the cup of tea that had already gone cold on the table and started drinking it.
"We'll sell the cash, and replace the herbs in the shop with inferior ones. Then you can just find another shop and a reliable manager, and do whatever business you want. Why wait for that wife to feed you? You haven't remarried, and you're still the eldest grandmother of the second wife. You can live in this house, and the servants will continue to serve you. The first wife will inherit the master's business, so they will naturally support you. Wouldn't you be free and easy by then?"
Wen Ya stared at the tea bowl in her hand, playing with the lid with her fingers. The delicate ceramics made a jade-like sound when they touched each other.
She paused for a while before saying, "I know the solution. I'll consider it. You can go back first."
When Song Jin heard this, she felt very unhappy because all these conversations did not solve her problem at all but failed to solve her own problem.
So she made up her mind, knelt down with a thud, and fell to the ground: "Grandma, I can help you finish this matter."
After he finished speaking, there was no sound from above. Song Jin did not dare to look up. In his uneasy state, he heard the sound of a tea bowl falling heavily on the table.
"You are a servant, but you don't serve your master well. You keep your ears perked up and your eyes looking around all day long. You even dare to come to me and talk nonsense. You want me to give you a chance? What chance do you want me to give you?"
What does it mean to cross a river and then destroy the bridge? She got the idea, but she didn't want the person.
How could Song Jin be willing to accept this?
"Grandma, this opportunity is not what I wanted, but the instruction of the immortal in the cave. There are so many people in the house, why did they choose me to pass on the message? It means that the immortal chose me to help you. Maybe there will be more messages for me to convey in the future, who knows."
This was already a semi-threat, and Wen Ya would not fail to understand it.
Believe it or not?
She rested her arms on the low table, staring at Song Jin who was kneeling on the ground. She couldn't help but think that this man was so confident that he dared to threaten her.
I have gained divine understanding...
"Besides this, what else did the Immortal tell you?"
Song Jin's forehead was covered with sweat. After careful consideration, he said, "The immortal taught me how to read."
Wen Ya showed a hint of sneer on her face, and did not refute. She just winked at the maid Du Juan beside her. Du Juan went into the next room and quickly brought out the four treasures of the study and placed them on the round table on the side.
Song Jin understood immediately, stood up and walked to the table, and wrote with the hand that had never touched a pen.
She finished reciting a poem titled "Asking Liu Nineteen" from memory. The barely neat calligraphy with flowers on it was much worse than what she had written before, but it was shocking and elegant enough.
The servants of the Bai family could not read, let alone write such words.
In this way, the fact that Song Jin saw an immortal in her dream, who asked her to pass on messages and granted her some skills, immediately became a foregone conclusion, and no one doubted it anymore.
Wen Ya held the paper in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on Song Jin.
"According to you...according to what the immortal said, what should we do about this matter?"
Song Jin said respectfully: "The Immortal said that I can help you with the affairs outside, but..."
"Just what?"
"But I am a servant. Whatever I do is for the Bai family. If I could have another identity... I think it would be easier to do things."
Commonly known as white gloves.
Song Jin offered herself to Wen Ya as a white glove, but the identity of a house servant was not suitable and could be easily dug out. She had to have an identity that could do things but had no connection with the Bai family.
Wen Ya smiled gently for the first time since she entered the room. "There is a distant relative in my mother's family, who is about your age. He is just born with dementia and has never come out to meet people. You will pretend to be him from now on."
Song Jin looked up at Wen Ya, while Wen Ya looked Song Jin up and down, and finally her eyes fell on her sallow face and said:
"You are a little thin. You should eat better and gain some weight so that you can be more capable."
After saying that, she looked at Du Juan who was standing aside. Du Juan said, "I will go and give the order right away."
Wen Ya then looked at Song Jin and told him the name and situation of the distant relative. She then asked someone to invite a tailor so that she could make two sets of men's clothes for Song Jin.
So Song Jin became a weed, and from a weed he became Wen Zijin, a distant relative of the Wen family.
Wen Zijin is a man.
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