After being divorced for three years, the bad husband brought his son to ask for forgiveness

Chapter 10 Give Yan a Chance to Show His Attention

Jiang Wencheng fell ill because he did not cover himself with a quilt in the middle of the night. You know, the nights in March were still cold.

By the time the constables from the yamen finally arrived, he had already started to have a fever, his breathing was heavy, and his cheeks were an abnormally red.

The detectives ignored him and investigated the house inside and out. They questioned him in detail and came to the conclusion that a thief was responsible. However, since no one had seen the thief, they could only investigate further and said tactfully, "Even if we catch the thief, the chances of getting the property back are slim. You should be prepared."

This is the first time I've seen something being robbed so cleanly. It's obvious that these people are either rich or noble, otherwise how could even their underwear be stolen?
Jiang Wencheng was lying there in a daze. Jiang Chongyuan, who was wearing only his underwear and covered with a quilt, was furious. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? If he had known this, he would not have come to the southwest. This place was indeed barbaric and uncivilized.

He yelled at his followers, "Go buy some clothes! Do you want to freeze me to death?"

“Remember, the finest brocade.”

The servants were miserable. All that was left of their two masters were a few books that were stolen. Now they were the only ones with some small change left. And even then, they still wanted brocade?

If they don't find a way to get the money, they may not be able to return to the capital.

Another round of footsteps was heard, and the yamen's legal advisor came. Someone had just come to the yamen, saying something about the Earl's Mansion, but he couldn't produce any evidence. The legal advisor had to run errands to find out whether it was true or not.

Jiang Wencheng forced himself to sit up, "Is Master Wen Zhen here?"

Upon hearing that he could even name his master, the lawyer stepped forward and said, "Sir, my master is not in the city. I wonder which family in the capital you are from?"

"Zhongshun Marquis's Mansion."

Jiang Wencheng didn't have the energy to tell the truth to a master who was nothing. "When your master comes back, please ask him to come over."

"Sir, my master has gone down to inspect the spring ploughing. He will be back in about half a month."

Just as he was talking, Jiang Chongyuan jumped out again, "What could be more important than my father? Let him come back immediately."

Although Jiang Wencheng was unhappy, he did not speak to stop him. However, the master was firm in his attitude. "Spring ploughing is a major national event that concerns people's livelihood. It cannot be delayed at all. The Lord personally brought people to inspect it to show his importance. Before leaving, the Lord also left instructions that no one should be disturbed unless it is extremely urgent."

"Your property has been stolen, and the government will do its best to search for the thief. If you are temporarily short of money, you can provide proof of identity and then borrow some money from the government."

They even called the adults back, saying they must be joking. We couldn't be sure if they were scammers or not.

Jiang Wencheng was furious. His attendant said hurriedly, "All the items that can prove his identity have been stolen. But how can we talk about this? The plaque on the door of our Zhongshun Marquis's Mansion is hung high in the capital and cannot be fake. Please catch the thief as soon as possible and return the property. Then our Zhongshun Marquis' Mansion will definitely reward you handsomely."

"Don't worry, sir. The government will do its best to catch the thief. If you need anything, you can send someone to the government to give us instructions. The government will try its best to provide convenience within its capabilities."

There was nothing to prove his identity, so he could only wait until the adults came back and saw it with their own eyes. The master didn't want to stay for long, so he said goodbye and left quickly.

The constable approached and asked if it was the real Lord, "It can't be that he is the real Lord just because he says so. Last time, a kidnapper pretended to be the steward of the Marquis' Mansion and deceived more than a dozen children. There are too many scammers these days."

"Yes, we are so far from the capital, and we have never heard of the so-called Lord Zhongshun." In short, everyone did not have a good impression of Jiang Wenchengdu. It was hard to say what his status was, but he wanted to make trouble for them because his property was stolen. And that kid, wrapped in a quilt like a silkworm pupa, was still arrogant. Tsk!
The master only told them to try their best to find it, and as to whether it was true or not, "We'll know when the master comes back."

Anyway, I haven't offended anyone, so even if there is something inconsiderate, the adults can just give me a few words of pretentious reprimand when I come back and it's over.

Soon the attendants bought back two sets of clothes, both made of fine cloth, the best clothes that the money in their pockets could afford. Jiang Wencheng showed his disdain without disguising it at all. Jiang Chongyuan threw the clothes on the ground and stepped on them twice, "I told you that I want the best brocade. Don't you understand me?"

"Does that make me a beggar?"

"Shut up."

Jiang Wencheng suppressed his anger and felt much better after taking medicine. He also knew that his followers had no money.

He lowered his eyes and pondered his current situation. He had to go out and he needed clothes. He couldn't go out wearing only coarse cloth. After thinking it over, he could only go to find Yan.

As the master of the weaver at Chaojinfang, her monthly salary must be quite high, so this is an opportunity to show her courtesy.

As long as she prepared decent clothes and let him have no worries before Lord Wen came back, he would give her some face even if she made up for her crime.

"Go find Yan."

The attendant guessed his thoughts. They thought that they had no relatives in the southwest, and the only person they knew, Lord Wen, had not returned yet. Now the only one who could come up with the silver was his wife, no, Madam Yan.

Yan Chaonian, who was once again being missed, had no idea about Jiang Wencheng's affairs. His mother kept him in the mansion to accompany the child for three days, and then he went to see Madam Qin, whom she had always wanted to meet.

Madam Qin was a lady of medium stature with a natural smile on her face. Even when she had no expression on her face, people could feel that she was happy, which made people feel very fond of her.

Her husband was a scholar with great knowledge, but he had a very bumpy road to success. He failed repeatedly despite his great talent. Later he found out that his name was the same as that of his father, the governor, and that the governor had deliberately blocked his name. From then on, he became disheartened and studied poetry and books while working as a teacher.

Fortunately, Qin's ancestors were wealthy and her family had skills, so they lived a relatively rich life.

Yan Chaonian came in and paid her respects. Madam Qin was quite polite to her after accepting the gift. She thought that she would be done with just a few words of advice, but she found that she knew a lot. After a few words, she became interested in saying more.

The two started by talking about the varieties of silkworms, saying which types of silkworms produce finer silk, which types of silkworms produce more resilient silk, that the mulberry leaves used to feed the silkworms must be dried in the shade, when not to feed the silkworms, how much they should be fed before they form cocoons, etc. Each step can affect the quality of the final cocoons.

After talking about silkworms, she began to talk about reeling, twisting and so on. When it came to the most critical dyeing, Yan Chaonian listened particularly carefully, as this was her weakest point. Then the two discussed the loom. Only then did Yan Chaonian know that Lady Qin had been using a loom with 120 steps, and could produce a batch of high-quality brocade in 60 days, with better patterns and colors than those she had woven.

There was no need to hide it at this point, so he took out the flower book he had woven and asked Madam Qin for advice. The two talked from morning to evening, and the more they talked, the more they got along, without noticing the passage of time.

"Did you make the Plum Blossom Horse last year?"

(End of this chapter)