"Then please."
Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes and said, "Let's get some nice design drawings first, and let our Peking ladies surpass the Shanghai ladies."
Everyone applauded.
Su Jingyi is going abroad this time and no one knows when she will be able to come back. After being together for so many years, they have a lot of affection for each other. Everyone has prepared gifts for her to take abroad.
Even many people in the company and the women's school prepared gifts for Su Jingyi. The gift Zhao Dahua gave Su Jingyi was the most down-to-earth one: a piece of stove core soil. "Miss Su, I knocked this off the stove core in the backyard. America is so far away. If you're not feeling well, just get some and boil some water to drink. It's very effective."
I have to say that folk remedies sometimes have magical effects.
In the twelfth lunar month, Huang Wanzhen received the first letter that came from across the ocean. After reading it herself, she read to her the paragraph in which Su Jingyi thanked Zhao Dahahua.
Su Jingyi has always been in good health and rarely gets sick all year round. However, after staying on the ship for more than half a month, she began to feel weak all over, and had trouble eating or sleeping. When she arrived in the United States, she went to see a doctor, but the medicine prescribed by the doctor was not effective. Finally, a Chinese student introduced her to an old Chinese doctor.
The old Chinese doctor took her pulse and said that it was caused by acclimatization. If she had stove core soil from her hometown, she would be fine if she drank a bowl of water boiled with stove core soil.
According to the living conditions Su Jingyi had lived in since she was a child, it was impossible for her to boil soil to drink. However, she had been suffering from this for a long time, and she packed up all the things given by her friends and brought them with her. Among them happened to be the stove core soil given by Zhao Dahua. Isn't this just in time!
Su Jingyi took a try-it attitude, picked some off, put it in the pot and cooked a bowl. After the soil in it settled to the ground, she prepared herself mentally for a while before picking it up and drinking a few sips.
After just a few sips, the effect was seen the next day. After drinking it for four or five days in a row, he felt like he was back to life. He didn't expect that the folk remedy was so effective. It really refreshed Su Jingyi's thinking.
For this reason, Su Jingyi specially thanked Zhao Dahahua in her letter to Huang Wanzhen.
After Huang Wanzhen finished reading the thank-you letter to Zhao Dahua, Zhao Dahua blushed. She was both happy and embarrassed as she raised the corner of her mouth. "Hey! These folk remedies from my hometown are not precious things. As long as they are useful to Miss Su, I don't deserve Miss Su's thanks."
She said it indifferently, but when Huang Wanzhen asked her, "Do you want me to cut this part for you?"
Zhao Dahua's eyes immediately curved into crescents of joy, "Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Huang."
Huang Wanzhen smiled, went back to the house to get a pair of scissors, and neatly cut out the words thanking Zhao Dahahua along the horizontal lines, and handed them to Zhao Dahahua.
Huang Wanzhen discovered that Zhao Dahua secretly put it in a soda bottle and placed it carefully on the windowsill in her bedroom.
Soon Huang Wanzhen had no time to pay attention to Zhao Dahahua. Before the New Year, many people came to the store to make clothes, and there were so many personal interactions.
Huang Wanzhen found last year's holiday gift list, revised it, and had Xiulan and Xiuqing prepare gifts, labeling them with either the Jixiangtang or Huang Wanzhen name. She instructed the store staff to deliver them to various locations, leaving aside only certain high-ranking or close relatives like Mrs. Liu, Yin Jialuo, and Professor Han, whom Huang Wanzhen personally rented a car to deliver. Over the past few years, Huang Wanzhen's social circle had broadened, and naturally, she had met more people than she could have.
After all this, it was almost Chinese New Year. The Women's Workers' School had to arrange shipments for the new year, orders for next year, and all the arrangements for the New Year. Especially since Su Jingyi was gone, she still had some orders she'd signed, and after they were settled, she needed to be paid. The company also had to arrange red envelopes and New Year gifts, and for a moment, Huang Wanzhen wished she could be torn in half.
Just at this time, Fan Hengming came to Jixiang Hall again to show his presence. He was wearing a dark suit, a set of bow tie, pocket square, brooch, cufflinks, and leather shoes. He looked like he had just attended an important banquet and had just retired.
"Wanzhen, I'm here to give you a New Year's gift."
Huang Wanzhen politely took the two boxes and handed them to Huang Dachui beside her, saying politely, "Sit inside, I'll make you a pot of tea."
Fan Hengming smiled and followed Huang Wanzhen to the backyard.
Zhao Dahua brought a red lacquered tray and served tea to the two of them. Huang Wanzhen personally poured a bowl for Fan Hengming. "Are you busy lately?"
Fan Hengming picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and smiled, "Not bad."
After not seeing each other for a few months, a sense of strangeness spread between the two of them, and when they talked, they were not as familiar as before.
"After the Chinese New Year, the teacher will go to Shanghai."
Huang Wanzhen was stunned. Fan Hengming had already graduated, and the teacher he was referring to now was only Professor Gao.
"Did Professor Gao resign? How will he live in Shanghai?"
At this age, Huang Wanzhen's biggest concern is her livelihood. Many of the relief centers here are just for show. If they don't make money, they will really starve to death. It's not that they can't live well, but that they can't survive.
"My father helped me arrange it. I'm going to teach at Aurora University."
Huang Wanzhen suddenly felt a little sad. People are so complicated. Although she didn't want to get too close to Professor Gao, a dangerous person, they had been both teachers and friends after all. Suddenly hearing that he was leaving Peking, she felt a sense of separation. Huang Wanzhen thought, maybe it's really because she's getting older that she has more feelings.
"I may not be able to stay in Peking for long," Fan Hengming said. He paused, took a sip of tea, and turned to look at Huang Wanzhen. "We are needed there."
Huang Wanzhen took the news of Fan Hengming's departure well. This guy had been a stumbling block in her path ever since they met. Huang Wanzhen wondered if she could attend the Fan family salon again after Fan Hengming's departure. Seeing her old friend once a month, catching up, chatting about the world, exchanging news, would be a welcome relief for both her body and mind.
Seeing Huang Wanzhen silent, Fan Hengming thought she was reluctant to leave him, so he said to himself, "My parents are here, I will come back often."
Huang Wanzhen looked up in surprise. "It would take quite a while to go back and forth. My mother is also in Shanghai. I'm lucky if I can go back to see her once a year."
Fan Hengming suppressed the corners of his mouth that were curled up, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I can take a plane and get there in one day."
Huang Wanzhen: “…”
Huang Wanzhen had asked about the price of a plane ticket to Shanghai, and it cost one thousand yuan, a one-way ticket. No wonder Professor Gao never asked her for funding. With such a wealthy apprentice, raising funds would not be difficult at all.
In the next few days, Huang Wanzhen sped up her work. On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, she settled the accounts, distributed wages and red envelopes to the employees, went to a restaurant for dinner in the evening, gave Gao Zhixiang detailed instructions, and went to Shanghai with Zhao Dahua and Huang Dachui early the next morning.
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