I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

"Sister, Dongniu's daughter's arms are thicker than mine, and her skin is as dark as mine. It would be nice if we could become sworn brothers! Sister, can you please ask mother not to worry about her?"

Ji Xiaobei slapped him and shouted: "What do you mean by worrying about nothing? You are old enough now. If you don't hurry up, all the good girls will be picked up. Go and cry!"

"Sister, even if all the good girls have been picked, I don't want Hei Ya, wuwuwu..." Shitou felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.

I was slapped by my own sister again.

"You're so old, yet you cry at the slightest provocation!"

"I cried in front of you too, but I was strong in front of others!"

Ji Xiaobei chuckled.

Shitou has indeed become much more mature. He works like an adult in the textile workshop, leading the men from Jijiawan to work hard.

"Shi Tou, I have something serious to tell you!"

As soon as Shitou heard that his sister was going to talk about serious matters, he sat down immediately.

"There are more and more refugees. Our two shops are quite far from each other. There are many men here at night, but there are no men in the workshop at night. I am a little worried."

Ji Xiaobei said.

"Sister, I was just about to tell you, why don't we reorganize the patrol team like we did in Jijiawan? Send two or three people to patrol the handicraft workshop at night."

Shi Tou said seriously.

Ji Xiaobei nodded and praised Shitou: "You thought of forming a patrol team before my sister. You will be in charge of this matter. The Zhang brothers will drive the donkey cart to the handicraft workshop to guard at night and come here for training in the morning."

I didn't expect that after arriving in Anzhou, I would still have to worry about my shop being robbed.

If the country is not peaceful, the people will not have a good life.

At the workshop, Aunt Song and the others discussed

Ji Xiaobei is not here, and Daguang's mischief cannot be known to her.

Last time, Mrs. Wang exposed her scars in public. Although she didn't say anything, she must have been sad in her heart.

Everyone is a woman, and they know this best.

Who is this person's aunt?

They still have to put some thought into it.

But what is certain is that this matter must be related to the old women in the backyard.

Liang Yuyao held the account book and walked around the rooms with a sullen face. Danfeng followed behind him, glancing angrily at everyone in the room.

Liang Yuyao's face was tense and stern, and she looked intimidating without even getting angry. Her aura made everyone hold their breath.

Every time when the wages were paid, she would clatter on the abacus with her delicate hands, take out the change from the box and put it on the table, without even looking up, and say, "Next!"

The women queuing behind followed closely and gave their names.

It was as if Accountant Liang was the god who controlled their fate.

There is a sense of superiority and indifference in the gentleness that makes people afraid to approach.

She walked slowly, looking down at everyone she passed.

"Red silk..." Liang Yuyao spoke suddenly, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Liu Hongchou shuddered and called out, "Miss Liang..."

"The silk thread fell off!" Liang Yuyao said.

Liu Hongchou hurriedly picked it up and patted the dust off it: "Miss Liang, I will pay attention to it!"

She walked on and entered the sewing room.

Big Liu and Little Liu were in charge of sewing. When they saw Liang Yuyao coming in, they quickly lowered their heads.

"Who asked me for the silk thread this morning? Da Guang has delivered it!"

Liang Yuyao had just finished speaking when a pair of scissors fell to the ground with a snap.

Mrs. Liu hurriedly picked it up and said with a red face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

The people working in the house didn't know the name of the person delivering the goods, and most of them didn't respond. Only a young wife stood up and said, "I'm going to get the silk thread, Miss Liang."

"Okay, I understand. Go get it from Aunt Song. It's ready."

As Liang Yuyao spoke, he stared closely at Mrs. Liu.

Liang Yuyao completely inherited her mother's genes. She was usually kind and gentle to others, but cold as ice when punishing her servants.

The servants of the Liang family were both afraid and respectful of her.

"Big Mrs. Liu!" Liang Yuyao deliberately slowed down her speech.

The scissors in Grandma Liu's hand shook, and a piece of cloth was cut by her.

"Oh, Miss Liang, what should we do? The cut was broken..." Mrs. Liu's voice trembled a little.

"I just called you, why are you so scared? Are you hiding something?"

Liang Yuyao looked at Grandma Liu inquiringly.

"No, what ghost can I have?" Mrs. Liu avoided her eyes.

"Danfeng, go check the purchase price of this material." Liang Yuyao said.

Danfeng stepped forward, took a look at the material and said, "Miss, Daguang, no, it was sent by Daming. I'll go check it out!"

Hearing the word "Da Guang", Mrs. Liu shuddered again.

She heard Daguan shouting in the yard just now, and cursed that idiot in her heart: I told you to take a look, so you just take a look, why the hell are you shouting?

Mrs. Liu really hated her stupid nephew.

Mrs. Liu next to her secretly glanced at her sister-in-law. She was so nervous that her hands began to tremble.

"Miss Liang, I want to go to the toilet." Mrs. Liu suddenly felt the urge to pee and just wanted to escape from here. Liang Yuyao's aura was too strong and she felt suffocated.

"Go ahead, and wait for me in front of my house later!" Liang Yuyao said.

Mrs. Liu ran out holding her stomach.

Mrs. Liu followed Liang Yu to her room.

Danfeng closed the door.

Liang Yuyao lived in two rooms, the inner one was a bedroom and the outer one was a reception area.

This was the first time that Mrs. Liu entered Liang Yuyao's house.

There is a pile of account books and many books on the table. There is no decoration in the room, it is fresh and elegant.

But Mrs. Liu's sweat was already running down her back.

Liang Yuyao sat on the chair, put her skirt in place, and said softly, "Tell me, what's going on with Daguang?"

Mrs. Liu fell to her knees with a thud.

"Miss Liang, that's not the case. How did you know that?" Mrs. Liu spoke incoherently.

"What do I know? Daguan is your nephew?" Liang Yuyao's tone was light, but it was frightening.

"No, I don't know him, I don't know him..." Mrs. Liu was still stubborn.

Danfeng pushed the door open and said, "Miss, Mrs. Liu has confessed..."

Mrs. Liu fell to the ground.

"Miss Liang, please let me go! We are all working for Ji Xiaobei and we are earning wages. I have no grudges against you, so please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

Mrs. Liu prayed.

"If you earn money from your boss, you have to work hard for him and be worthy of the wages. The cloth you damaged is worth 200 coins, which will be deducted from your wages!"

Danfeng said bluntly.

Liang Yuyao said coldly, "You don't have to tell me about Daguang's affairs. Bring in little Liu Po!"