In the end, Song Ling took neither Song Mo nor Long Yu with her.
She left the outside world alone, changed her face, and walked majestically on the streets of Luocheng, heading straight to the embroidery workshop.
As expected, the woman's statement spread among the people, and everyone linked the woman who destroyed the guest house in the city lord's mansion with the woman who took the embroidery workshop by force.
I have to say that Ruan Boqi's tricks behind the scenes are not lacking at all.
Unfortunately……
These methods are definitely useless to Lin Zigui.
The embroidery workshop is located at the back of a low alley in the south of the city. People used to come and go, but now that it was acquired, it has become much deserted. There are not many people walking around in the alley in broad daylight.
There was a little beggar squatting at the entrance of the alley.
As soon as he saw Song Ling coming, the little beggar very cleverly came up to him holding his broken bowl and saying auspicious words, firstly asking for money and secondly asking for food.
"How about I ask you something?" Song Ling touched two copper coins in his hand, threw them into the little beggar's bowl with a clang, and then asked: "Are there any embroiderers in this embroidery shop on weekdays? Are there many customers? There is business.
how?"
The little beggar took the money, but did not speak immediately.
He seemed a little frightened, and looked around for a while, then lowered his voice, covered his mouth with his hand, and said: "You are not asking the embroiderer, but the person in charge behind the scenes, right?"
It seems that this kid really knows something.
Song Ling flicked her hands and cast a soundproofing spell around the two of them, signaling the little beggar not to be afraid, and said, "If you know something, you can say it with peace of mind now. I guarantee that no third person will hear it."
Song Mo does not count.
Seeing that the little beggar was still frightened, Song Ling said again: "Don't worry, I listened after you said it, and the matter will be over. I will give you some more money when the time comes, so you don't have to hang out here in the cold."
"
After that, Song Ling took out a money bag and stuffed it into the little beggar's hand very generously.
Now the little beggar was flattered. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva and stammered: "I, I think there is something wrong with the shopkeeper. He comes out at night every time. I can only see her entering, but never seeing her come out."
"This embroidery workshop has no back door. If you want to leave, there is only one way to go to Yangui Lane."
The little beggar knew that the woman in front of him was an immortal, so he did not dare to lie at all. He racked his brains and tried to tell what he had seen and what he had guessed.
In the past few months, the head of the family, masked in black robes, had entered the embroidery workshop twelve times, but never came out each time.
The embroiderer is gone too.
Such a large embroidery workshop is usually quiet, with no movement from the spinning machines in the past. However, the misty yarn can be loaded as scheduled every time, which makes Monk Zhang Er scratch his head when calling the little beggar.
As for business...
It cannot be said that no one cares about it, but it can also be said that there are few people around it.
After hearing this, Song Ling became more certain that something was hidden in the embroidery workshop, so after thanking the little beggar, she waved her hand to remove the sound insulation and walked towards the embroidery workshop.
Arriving at the entrance of the embroidery workshop, Song Ling looked up at the plaque above.
The original plaque must have been removed, but now it has been replaced with two lines of bronze inscriptions that contain spiritual power. Anyone who wants to use concealment to sneak into the embroidery workshop will be illuminated by these bronze inscriptions.
Song Ling didn't want to sneak in, so he went up to the door and knocked on the door, waiting for the people inside to come and greet the guests.
After a while, there were shuffling steps on the other side of the door.
The person who opened the door was an old man with white beard and hair. His face was tired, his walk was staggering, and his body was stooped, as if a gust of wind could break a person.
"What do you want to buy, sir? If it's foggy gauze, you have to get permission from the city lord's palace. If it's ordinary fabric, then let's go shopping in the store." The old man cupped his hands and said with a low eyebrow.
"Can the old man introduce me to something?" Song Ling walked in with a smile and said: "When I first arrived in Luocheng, I heard that this is the only embroidery workshop in Luocheng. My sister's birthday is coming soon, and I want to find some good fabrics for her.
She bought a set of clothes. Oh, by the way, my sister likes the color red, please help me and pay attention to it."
Although the little beggar said that the embroidery workshop did not see many customers on weekdays, and no embroiderers came and went, when Song Ling came in and took a look, he found that the main hall was clean and bright, and the cloth furnishings were also very orderly.
It looks like it has been carefully taken care of.
"Sir, please come this way. The shop is full of high-quality silk fabrics. If you need anything, just tell me and I can find it for you." The old man led the way.
There are many gorgeous silks placed on the wooden shelf on the right side, which shine brightly when the candlelight shines on them.
Song Ling pretended to admire the cloth, but at the same time observed the old people and the surroundings around her. She didn't notice anything strange along the way. Even despite what the little beggar said, she just felt that this embroidery workshop was normal.
There is a screen partition behind the main hall.
The screen is hollowed out, so you can see that the atrium is filled with spinning machines and dyeing vats, and the faint scent of dye drifts into the main hall with the breeze.
Noticing that Song Ling was looking at the spinning machine, the old man said slowly: "The embroiderer is taking a rest right now. If your guest wants to make clothes, you may have to wait for a few days."
"That's it." Song Lingxin pointed, then took out a bulging money bag, handed it to the old man, and said, "I want a roll. Whenever the embroiderer is free, I can make whatever she wants. My sister's
It’s still early for my birthday, so I’m not in a hurry.”
The old man was stunned.
He seemed not to have expected that Song Ling would be so straightforward, like a stupid person with too much money.
"Shopkeeper, what are you doing?" Song Ling saw that the old man was holding the money bag and didn't understand, so he leaned forward slightly and asked, "But the money is not enough? If this is not enough, I will have to go back and get the money."
"That's enough, that's enough." The old man came to his senses, nodded repeatedly, and said, "I'm not the manager of this store, I'm just a steward. Does your guest need me to bring someone to your door to measure the size? However, there is no one in the store right now.
, if you need it, you have to wait until noon."
Song Ling smiled when he heard this, waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, no need to measure, just make it according to my measurements. Is it noon? I can wait here, don't be in a hurry."
"Okay." The old man asked Song Ling to sit down on a bench nearby, and then served Song Ling tea and snacks very carefully, "These are snacks and tea specially made by the shop."
Fragrant tea?
Song Ling raised her eyebrows slightly.
This tea is indeed good tea, but there are things added to it.
Realizing that this was a good opportunity, Song Ling raised her glass with a smile, pretended not to know anything, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.
"Steward..."
Song Ling's body shook a few times as the hot tea entered her throat.
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
The old man standing nearby looked down at Song Ling indifferently. After waiting for a long time, he stretched out his legs and kicked Song Ling. After confirming that Song Ling was really knocked out, he leaned over and dragged Song Ling up.