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

Chapter 17 Your Son-in-Law is the Best in the World

Yuan Shen, who originally wanted to rest for two more days to recuperate, decided to go back that day and take a team of people with him. At this moment, it didn't matter to him whether he was injured or not. He just regretted wasting two days. Wouldn't it be better to go home to recuperate than here?
Xie Benxing couldn't be persuaded. A man who missed his wife so much couldn't be stopped. In the end, he could only order dozens of personal guards to accompany him and let a military doctor accompany him to take care of him.

"Is a wife so important?"

The horse's hooves kicked up dirt. Xie Benxing stood with his hands on his waist in confusion, then looked up at the sky, "It seems that I should get married too."

On the day of Chengdu's Doujin Festival, the morning sun shines on the earth, and the rosy clouds are as bright and colorful as thousands of brocades in the city.

A high platform was built in front of the Daci Temple in the city, with flower wreaths placed on it and a red carpet spread on the ground. It was a magnificent scene. People holding brocade in their hands greeted each other, hoping that they could stand out today and gain fame and fortune from then on.

"I think Chaojinfang will win again this year. I saw the two pieces of brocade they brought out on the day of the silkworm market. There is nothing wrong with the patterns and colors."

"Three thousand taels a horse! My goodness, I've made a fortune."

"I don't think so. The brocades of Zhang's Brocade Workshop and Zhao's Brocade Workshop are also good this year. But I heard that Zhang's Brocade Workshop was robbed. It's hard to say for sure."

Everyone expressed their opinions, and no one knew who opened the gambling table, which attracted countless people to place bets.
Yan Chaonian, dressed up grandly again, not only wanted to deliver the brocade today, but also wanted to see the elegance of those brocades. The masters have always been among the people, and every year there are dark horses that stand out. Today is indeed a brocade competition, and it is also a big day for each brocade workshop to compete for the weaving girls.

"Why do I look better than usual?"

She stroked her temples in the mirror and couldn't help but look at her a few more times. She looked really good. The maid who served her was called Shuiyun. She gently applied some hair oil to her hair and said, "Madam usually wears too plain clothes. She should dress up well every day. Madam looks very beautiful when she dresses up."

"Shuiyun said it well."

Mother Yan walked in with a smile. Seeing that Yan Chaonian looked much better than usual, she nodded with satisfaction, "Once the depression in your heart is gone, your complexion will naturally improve. You will know more benefits in the future. Most of this woman's illnesses are caused by herself. If she lets go of the depression, her body and mind will be healthy."

Yan Chaonian smiled and put on the earrings. "Don't tell me, I really look like an eighteen-year-old when I dress up."

"You have to thank my son-in-law for this."

Yan's mother felt that Yan Chaonian's good looks were mostly given by Yuan Shen. A husband who does not interfere with his wife's affairs, does not complain or despise her, and is always smiling when he comes home no matter how he is outside, can naturally make his wife look a few years younger.

"Yes, yes, your son-in-law is the best in the world."

Yan Chaonian stood up and said, "He should be back in a few days, and then I won't be able to smell it anymore."

Mother Yan rolled her eyes at her and said, "Starting tomorrow, you should dress up a little bit every day and be more careful about yourself. Don't always think about the brocade workshop. Your two uncles can take care of it."

Yan's mother supports Yan Chaonian to do his own thing, but he should not devote himself to it, because she has a husband and children.

As the sun rose higher, the rays of light faded away, and the sky and earth were bathed in warm sunshine. More and more people appeared on the street, chatting and laughing as they walked towards the Daci Temple.

In Dingxing Inn, Jiang Wencheng, who was half recovered from his illness, was getting dressed. Cui Yong still tried to find a way to get a set of brocade clothes for each of his two masters. Fortunately, this was Chengdu, the place with the most brocades of various colors, and the price of ready-made clothes was much cheaper than in Beijing.

Jiang Wencheng didn't look very good at the moment. He was knocked unconscious by Yan Chaonian's slaps that day. When he woke up, he felt a splitting headache and the head was spinning. It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he became extremely furious.

How dare he do that to Yan? Was it because she was too good at hiding it in those years or because he didn't know her well enough to know how rude and aggressive she was? If he wasn't in Beijing at that time, he would have locked her up to teach her a lesson. It was simply outrageous.

Then I thought about how I had been in Rongcheng for a few days, but not only had I made no progress on the things I was supposed to do, but I had also made myself so embarrassed. I felt even more angry.

"Father, I."

After being beaten, Jiang Wencheng was no longer so arrogant. He treated his followers better these past two days. "Can I not go today?"

"I want to review my studies."

He was really afraid of meeting that woman in Doujin. No one had ever beaten him like that in his life, let alone his father was beaten like that.

Even my mother never beat my father like that. That woman was too cruel.

Jiang Wencheng tilted his head slightly, "Don't use studying as an excuse. This excuse doesn't apply to you."

No one dared to mention the fact that the father and son were beaten together. They could only pretend that nothing had happened. After everything was cleaned up, Jiang Wencheng took Jiang Chongyuan downstairs. Today he was going to meet the owner of Chaojinfang again.

Daci Temple is located on West Street in Chengdu. It covers a large area. There is a huge square in front of the gate, and the ground is paved with smooth bluestone slabs.

There is a long row of tables on the high platform, and brocade is spread out on each table. The person in charge of judging is on the stage to identify the pieces, while ordinary people can stand below the stage and carefully watch the hanging parts.

You can watch but you can't try it. Of course these people don't have the chance to try it because there are people guarding them.

The first people to bring their brocade to the stage were retail investors. Most of them knew that their brocade was not top quality, but they still wanted to give it a try.

"If you don't know the warp and weft, and the pattern and color, can't you just buy a ready-made pattern book?"

"This one is more interesting, with different densities and thread ends."

“There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s just too ordinary.”

There is no need to worry too much about the brocade, whose quality can be identified at a glance. Batches are sent up and replaced one after another, just to warm up the place for the several large brocade workshops behind.

"There are some really good ones. Look at this one, a lantern pattern with round flowers. It's not easy to do. The density is just right, and it's smooth and even. The craftsmanship is also good."

As today's judge, Li Chun took a step forward after hearing this. He indeed saw that the brocade in front of him was quite good. Although it had some flaws, the weaver's skills were good enough to be accepted into the Imperial Brocade Workshop.

"Boss Li, I saw this first."

The boss of Zhao's Brocade Workshop said cheerfully, "Chaojinfang is now in its heyday, and there are many weavers. Boss Li, please don't compete with me."

"Boss Zhao, it's useless for us to argue here. We still have to see what this weaver girl means."

The man in the audience blushed with excitement when he heard the two people talking like this. This was knitted by his sister. She had learned it for a long time and practiced hard at home. Finally, she could make a lot of money.
(End of this chapter)