Feng Hao brought back two news, one good and one bad.

The good news is that the descendants of the Chen surnamed Zhiniang were found. They were her five daughters, named Chuangniang, and now they settled in Xiachen County, Linhai County, Anzhou.

The bad news is that she refuses to come to Binzhou.

"No matter how the subordinates persuaded him, she would move him with emotion, or even with a lot of money."

Feng Hao's dark and resolute face showed a hint of helplessness. He, a man, had done all the siege and interception in order to ask for someone, and was almost arrested by the villagers.

If not, it would have been long since come back to report.

"Can she show that drawing?"

Jiang Fosang originally wanted Feng Hao to bring a flower building machine over. If it fails to make a difference, he would let him see this. I think that anyone in this world who is obsessed with brocade weaving will definitely not refuse such treasures.

Unfortunately, the flower building machine is more complicated than expected and the progress is very slow. Feng Hao had just started when he set out and is still under development. Jiang Fosang can only bring a drawing to Feng Hao.

"Look." Feng Hao said, "only one look."

"Then what words I taught you?" This is a general introduction to the function of the flower building machine.

"No word is left out, all are conveyed."

Jiang Fosannahan, is there such a determined person?

Liang Mom asked: "Can't this girl inherit her mother's skills?"

Feng Hao said that the girl was thirty-five this year, and based on this year's age, she was not very old when her parents were welcomed to Luoyi, at most eight or nine years old. After all, the Northern Liang Rebellion occurred after the Chen family and her husband lived in Luoyi for more than ten years.

My mother has been living in her hometown and has not been with her parents. It is hard to say what family tradition she has obtained.

Jiang Fosang looked at Feng Hao.

"I have investigated it. She also weaves some cloths to sell in the market every day, but she rarely weaves brocades."

Feng Hao said, taking out a neatly folded plain cloth from his arms.

"This is what the subordinates bought from her disguised as a cloth merchant."

When the good mother took it, she saw that it was really no different. The fine cloth made of wild silkworm cocoons were all weaved by ordinary weaving women.

He passed it to the female lady and sighed: "The flower silk is really lost."

Jiang Fosang looked at the soft-touch material in his hand and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

At night, Kasu saw that the woman was still holding the cloth and looking around.

"Girl, take a break, you can't see the flowers anymore, and you're tired of your eyes."

"Carus, hold up the lantern—"

Jiang Fosang lifted the cloth up.

"This cloth seems not surprising, but it is fine and fine, reflecting the candle, and you can see the pattern of the characters in the back. Look, there are still three types..."

She was afraid that she would be confused, so she asked Kasu to take a closer look with her.

The calamus opened his eyes wide and until his eyes were sore, he said uncertainly: "Okay, it seems, there is..."

Jiang Fosang put away the fabric and thought to himself.

If a person with unique skills cannot show his skills, his hands will inevitably itch over time, so he will always make some unusual things in ordinary places, which will satisfy himself and others will not notice it.

The girl can do such a skill on a piece of fine cloth. Even if she can't weave scattered flower silk, her attainments in weaving brocade are definitely not shallow.

Then why didn't she come to Binzhou?

Don’t want gold and silver, and the flower building machine cannot be impressed.

I heard Feng Hao say that she lives alone, without relatives and no reason, and her life is very hard... But why?

Calamari was puzzled: "My daughter, are the weaver girls given to the palace bad?"

The weaving girls given to the palace are not bad, they are just used to weaving "palace-like" and do not understand and are not willing to adapt.

Jiang Fosang once tried to let them learn to weave various flowers, but the results were not satisfactory, and very few people knew how to change their skills and innovate.

The girl obviously knows how to use jacquard loom, perhaps the multi-combination jacquard that her mother once used. A piece of ordinary fabric can contain such a variety of patterns in the flower book.

Jiang Fosang really wants such a talent.

But Feng Hao spent so long and returned in vain... Maybe she had to go there in person.

After noon the next day, Ge Yu, who was beside Mrs. Tong, came to pass the message and asked Jiang Fosang to go to Mrs. Tong's courtyard.

After a day of cold, Liang Ma picked her a lotus-colored dark bamboo-patterned brocade robe, and wrapped it with a warm fur outside, so she went out with calamus.

Calamari murmured in a low voice: "What's wrong with Mrs. Tong recently? I've invited the lady again and again."

Jiang Fosang smiled: "There is a word called Maodong in the north. Winter is long and difficult to deal with, so you have to find something to do."

Sure enough, after a while, after a few gossips, the topic still turned to Xiao Yuandu.

Mrs. Tong was so hard-working that she was just urging her to fulfill her wife's responsibilities and persuade Xiao Yuandu to return home.

The same was true for the previous few times.

Jiang Fosang honestly agreed on the surface, but actually went to Dafengyuan when he went out, taking the opportunity to do his own business.

After more times, Mrs. Tong thought that she had noticed something strange, so she simply picked up the words today.

"I still remember the fact that Toushi Goro got you sick if he hadn't...I wouldn't have forced you."

"A family just say it straight."

Mrs. Tong looked embarrassed: "That's right, Wulang hasn't come back for a long time, and there are inevitably some bad rumors in the city, saying that he often stays in Huanlou, and that he was led by Pan Yue and his group of people."

Jiang Fosang's face was calm, "So."

Mrs. Tong smiled awkwardly: "It's all rumored from outside, and it's unknown whether it's true or not, you don't have to take it to your heart."

Jiang Fosang nodded, "What the Ajia said."

Seeing that she was indeed not lingering in her heart, Mrs. Tong once again sighed that the woman here was very proud.

"He called me mother. After the wedding, I finally felt a little serious. I couldn't bear to see him go on a wrong way. Besides, you two are not going to waste like this. The New Year is over in the blink of an eye. If Goro doesn't return home this year, even if the lord doesn't say it, he feels uncomfortable. He is looking forward to gathering family together."

"It's because the children's wife does not do enough, and the children's wife will go. Today, they will definitely bring the husband back." As before, Jiang Fosang agreed very happily.

"I feel relieved with you."

Mrs. Tong said this, and after all, she sent another servant Jia Yu to her.

Maybe I was afraid that she would disobey her again.

After the Double Ninth Festival, Jiang Fosang had never seen Xiao Yuandu again. If it weren't for Mrs. Tong's reminder, she would have forgotten that she had a husband.

"The Lord is still guarding the city gate?"

Jia Yu replied yes.

Jiang Fosangwei was a little surprised. Xiao Yuandu was so enduring humiliation on the shooting field, and he thought he had met some conditions with Xiao Hu.

What she didn't know was that Xiao Hu had indeed promised Xiao Yuandu that as long as he showed good luck that day, he would be exempted from his punishment.

Xiao Yuandu did it very well, and finally returned to the mansion with the bride, but how could they hide it from Xiao Hu in blood?

Xiao Yuandu was too lazy to say anything more to his father, let alone explain. The father and son had a big fight again, and the angry Xiao Hu asked him to get out and guard the city gate again.
Chapter completed!