Re-embroidering life

Shui Qinghua has been very busy recently. Outside, she has to arrange every business and every person in the embroidery workshop. Inside, she has to pack the luggage for her family of five and prepare gifts for making connections in Beijing. In the dead of night, she also has to embroider her "Huaxi Yuyin Tu" so that she can present it to Yajing when she gets married.

Ji Zimo had been indifferent to Shui Qinghua for many years, but once he opened up to her, he suddenly became like a young man who had just begun to fall in love. Whenever he had time, he would stick to Shui Qinghua and wished he could have fun every night. Shui Qinghua was very annoyed.

I have to take on multiple roles as the boss, mistress, wife and mother, and I feel overwhelmed.

"You have to learn how to use people. If you continue like this, you will end up getting sick or even dying of exhaustion, just like before." Ji Zimo said seriously.

Shui Qinghua's heart was hurt. Perhaps she was born to be a hard worker. She could never stop. She was always thinking about what she had done, what she had not done, and how to do better. She was afraid of missing something, afraid of being incomplete. Dou Jianzhi complained that she had too many ideas and took too big steps. In fact, she didn't dare to slow down or stop. If she stopped, she would feel flustered.

"Qinghua, you've taken all the responsibilities on yourself. If you don't change your temper, no matter how many Snow Lotus Pills you take, it won't save you." Ji Zimo analyzed with her, "You can leave the packing to Lanxin and ask Fei'er to help. She's not a child anymore. Let Jianzhi and Yuhua do more of the embroidery shop. They're younger than you, in better health, and smarter. If you don't let them go, they'll never be able to do a good job."

Shui Qinghua was thoughtful. She wanted to expand the embroidery workshop, but now there were only more than 30 people. She was already overwhelmed. If she expanded the scale further or opened another branch, she might die of exhaustion because of her worrying nature.

"You have a point," Shui Qinghua smiled, "I will try to change."

Ji Zimo gently put his arm around her waist, his eyes carrying a hint of ambiguity: "Save some time to come out, we can spend time together under the moonlight."

Shui Qinghua pushed him away impatiently. How come the aloof young man who used to be as bright as the moon and unapproachable has now become a sticky candy? Not cute at all.

The next day, Shui Qinghua was making a packing list when Ji Fei came.

"Mom, I have the answer."

"What answer?" Shui Qinghua completely forgot his promise.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Ji Fei's face. "You said you would think of a way for the embroiderer to survive when she gets old."

Shui Qinghua paused with the pen in her hand. She thought for a moment, put down the pen, and asked Ji Fei to sit opposite her.

Ji Fei sat upright like a little adult, and said seriously: "What the embroiderers are afraid of is that they will get old and unable to work, and have no income. If they don't spend all their monthly salary, but save some every month, they will have a savings when they get old."

"They all understand about savings, and most of them have savings." Shui Qinghua disagreed.

"I'm not talking about the kind of savings that you can do as you please, saving if you have money and not saving if you don't have money, and then spending all the money at once." Ji Fei was anxious and a little incoherent.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly, mother is listening." Shui Qinghua comforted her.

"What I mean is that they should set aside a fixed amount of money every month for savings. No matter what happens, even if it rains knives from the sky, they are not allowed to touch this money." Ji Fei relaxed a little and continued, "If this money is kept with them, it will be easily spent, so it can only be placed somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" Shui Qinghua didn't understand. "Who would dare to put their money somewhere else?"

"The money house can be placed in the money house!" said Ji Fei.

Shui Qinghua was doing business, so she naturally knew about money houses, although she had never dealt with them before. "The embroiderers' money comes in small amounts, so can the money houses accept that little bit of monthly salary?"

"They can't do it, but you can, mother! You can open an account in the name of Shuixiufang and deposit the money into it for the embroiderers. Pay the bill to the embroiderers once a month. If they quit their jobs or get too old to do it anymore, you can help them withdraw their share." Ji Fei spoke more and more smoothly, "It's called...it's called..."

She looked up, as if trying to remember something, and finally remembered: "It's called pension money!"

"Fei'er!" Shui Qinghua stood up and locked his eyes on Fei'er's nervous face: "Who came up with this idea?"

"It was my own idea." Fei'er felt uneasy, her face flushed, and she kept twisting the corner of her clothes with her hands.

"Mom, let me ask you again, who came up with this idea?" Shui Qinghua asked with extreme seriousness.

Fei'er burst into tears and said, "I just thought of it myself, believe it or not!" Then she turned around and ran away.

Shui Qinghua sat down, shocked. Fei'er's idea was not bad, it was too good, better than she expected. If she was not a business genius, she must have been guided by an expert. That expert... She exhaled slowly.

In the evening, Shui Qinghua told Ji Zimo about Fei'er's idea. Ji Zimo clapped his hands and laughed: "Good idea, my daughters are all geniuses!"

Seeing Shui Qinghua's worried look, he didn't understand: "My daughter is so smart, but you are not happy and don't praise her. Instead, you are worried. What's the reason?"

Shui Qinghua told Ji Zimo about his guess. Ji Zimo had never seen Ji Wei in her previous life, so he had no grudges against the Ji Wei in front of him. On the contrary, Wei'er had always been his favorite daughter. "Didn't you say that Wei'er was a fairy who had gone through tribulations and reincarnated into our family? This shows that we have done good deeds and accumulated virtues, and we have deep blessings. It's a good thing!"

Shui Qinghua was silent. No matter how she tried to convince herself, there was always a hurdle in her heart that she couldn't get over. That was Wei'er in her previous life. After eight years of companionship, mother and daughter were connected by heart. She always felt that if she completely erased the existence of Wei'er, it would be a betrayal.

Ji Zimo held her shoulders and said, "Qinghua, don't force yourself. If you still can't fully accept Wei'er, it's okay to stay away from her, just don't treat her differently."

Shui Qinghua felt a lump in her throat, her eyes reddened, and she nodded.

I don’t know what Ji Zimo said to Ji Fei, but the next day, Ji Fei took the initiative to come to Shui Qinghua.

"I'm sorry." The mother and daughter said at the same time. After being surprised, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't tell the truth yesterday. The idea was my own. But when I was thinking about it, my little sister was crawling around beside me, mumbling some incomprehensible words. When I heard her words, a light bulb went off in my head, and then I slowly figured it out." Ji Fei lowered his head deeply.

Shui Qinghua did not ask Ji Wei what she said, as it might be a secret that only existed between the two sisters.

"It should be me saying sorry. You answered my question, but I not only didn't praise you, I was even mean to you. Fei'er, forgive me."

Fei'er nodded heavily, "Well, I forgive you, mother! Mother, I want to go to the embroidery workshop tomorrow."