Re-embroidering life

After the banquet, Sun Xiaolan sent Ji Ping to the third room, accompanied by Ji Yun. Ji Ping, Ji Fei and Ji Rui had already gone to the side to have fun, and Ji Yun took the initiative to look after her sisters. Shui Qinghua saw Ji Yun's sensible and generous appearance, and thought of her tragic experience in her previous life, and couldn't help sighing in her heart.

The two sisters-in-law were not very familiar with each other. Not long after Shui Qinghua got married, the second wife's family went to work outside. Ji Zifang only had the title of Juren, and he was not a high-ranking official. He was the county magistrate in a county in the southwest. He had been working for many years, just waiting for his superior to be promoted so that he could take over the position of county magistrate.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and had a good impression of each other, and the atmosphere gradually became familiar. Shui Qinghua asked tentatively: "Second sister-in-law has lived in the southwest for so many years, are you used to life there?"

Sun Xiaolan has a straightforward personality and doesn't mince words: "I'm not used to it. The climate there is hot and humid, the food is spicy, and the people are tough. I've wanted to come back a long time ago, but my husband is about to take a step forward, so someone needs to take care of him."

Shui Qinghua nodded to show her understanding: "It's just that Yun'er is already a grown-up girl, do you plan to stay there forever?"

This sentence hit Sun Xiaolan's sore spot at once and opened her mouth. Ji Zifang wanted to be the county magistrate, and his biggest competitor was the chief clerk. The county magistrate was slightly higher in rank than the chief clerk, but the chief clerk's ancestors were all locals, and he was a genuine local tyrant, with a foundation far beyond that of an outsider like him. In order to make more connections for himself and ensure promotion, Ji Zifang wanted to marry into a local wealthy family, and had already picked a family with the surname Song. Song's son was eighteen years old, a student, with a rich family background and a good appearance. It sounded like there was nothing wrong with him.

When Shui Qinghua heard the surname Song, her heart suddenly sank. In her previous life, Ji Yun married Song Jiazi, but her husband died within two years of their marriage. Later, they found out that he had a congenital heart disease. Many local people in the county knew about this, so Song Jiazi was still unengaged at the age of 18. Unfortunately, Ji Zifang was not well-informed, so Ji Yun unfortunately filled this pit. She gave birth to a son who also had a heart disease and died at a young age. Ji Yun lost her husband and her son, and had already experienced the greatest pain in the world. She was also stabbed in the back by others, saying that she was a jinx and a jinx.

What's funny is that even though the Ji family paid such a painful price, Ji Zifang still failed to win the position of county magistrate. It was not until Ji Zixuan was reinstated that they tried their best to transfer him back to Jiangxia.

"Marriage is a huge matter for a woman, so second brother and sister-in-law should be more cautious. Song Jiazi has such good conditions, why is he still not engaged at the age of 18? Is there some hidden story? Second sister-in-law should ask a few more people." Shui Qinghua could only give such a reminder.

Sun Xiaolan frowned. She was not satisfied with this marriage in the first place, not because she had any problem with the Song family, but because her daughter would be married there for the rest of her life. Her husband only cared about his future, but she was looking forward to returning to Jiangxia, her most familiar hometown, all the time.

"Why don't you take Yun'er and Ping'er to live at home for a while, reunite with your family, and ask someone to find out about the Song family. Yun'er is only thirteen, and there is no rush for her to get married." Shui Qinghua saw that Sun Xiaolan seemed to be relenting, and immediately stepped up her efforts.

Sun Xiaolan took it in. She hadn't seen her family for many years. It was so hard for her to come back, so she had to show her filial piety to her parents. "Okay, I'll discuss it with my husband."

Shui Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief and hoped that Sun Xiaolan would really take this matter to heart. Ji Yun was such a good girl and should not die like this.

A few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ji Zifang and Ji Wei and his son set off first, while Sun Xiaolan and the two daughters stayed behind. The old lady was relieved, but Tan Meixue was as if she was facing a great enemy.

There was another person who was also leaving, and that was Ji Zimo. He would not be back until the end of the year, and by then, the Shuixiu Workshop should have already opened.

The luggage had already been packed and loaded into the truck. Unlike the hasty farewell during the last flood, the couple were fully prepared mentally this time.

Since her rebirth, Shui Qinghua has witnessed Ji Zimo's transformation and maturity. If she loved his grace and talent in her previous life, then the tenacity and responsibility he showed now made her admire him even more. However, after experiencing the love, infatuation and disillusionment in her previous life, she walked out of the backyard in this life and saw the vast world outside. Her heart became wider and bigger, and she no longer fell for love easily.

As long as they keep relying on each other and walking side by side, it is enough.

Ji Zimo hugged her tightly, "Qinghua," his voice was filled with deep reluctance, even with a barely perceptible sob, "you must take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself." After he finished speaking, a gentle, affectionate kiss landed lightly on the side of her ear.

Shui Qinghua was stunned. They were husband and wife, and were no strangers to husband and wife affairs, but a kiss like this without any lust, only love, was very rare.

Shui Qinghua looked at him with a smile: "You too, this journey must be very difficult, don't be stubborn, take care of yourself first, remember that the children and I are waiting for you at home."

Shui Qinghua took out a silk handkerchief that she had embroidered herself. On it was a long string of small purse-like flowers with long, silver stamens. It was a Chinese herbal medicine called Angelica sinensis that Chen Jinlan had drawn.

Ji Zimo carefully folded the silk handkerchief and put it in his arms. If possible, he really wanted to keep her by his side, but he knew that she also had important things to do. He could only spur himself on to fly higher and have stronger strength to give her greater support and protection.

After Ji Zimo left, Shui Qinghua felt that her energy was also drained away. Fortunately, she was really busy with too many things, and her depression was only for a moment, and she soon cheered up again. Recently, she has been concentrating on studying the integration and innovation of hundreds of acupuncture methods, and has handed over the business negotiations to Dou Jianzhi, and I think there should be results.

The next day, Dou Jianzhi received a call from Shui Qinghua and came to Ji's house.

"Second sister, the terms have been negotiated. Chuxiu Pavilion will open a shop near the main street, and the Ye family will be responsible for the decoration. The Ye family is willing to sell the silk at a price 20% lower than the market price. In the future, the embroidery of Shuixiufang can enter the channels of Siyifang and Chuxiu Pavilion at the same time. The rest of the labor, operation, and store maintenance costs will be borne by us."

Shui Qinghua asked, how do you calculate the commercial shares?

"Regarding the division of business shares, Shopkeeper Wang and Boss Ye want to discuss this with you directly."

Shui Qinghua nodded. If Shui Xiufang wanted to expand, it would have to deal with more partners in the future. Even if she was not good at it, she could only face the challenge.