As Shen Shi approached, Xin Xiuzhang came from behind. In the huge embroidery building, only the big room of the spinning wheel could make a sound.
Song Jinyin stopped what she was doing and raised her eyes to look at the person coming.
Xin Xiuzhang had a serious face, and his eyes were shining with majesty under his thick black eyebrows. He was unsmiling and intimidating.
After looking at her for a long time, she looked like the nun in charge of the house, who was strict and sharp.
Song Jinyin glanced at Xiuxiu in front of her again, and saw that she had her head lowered like others, not daring to look at others, and she didn't show much intimacy with others.
It's just that everyone is afraid of Xin Xiuzhang, and they don't dare to look up, so they can't find the weirdness inside.
"Later, I will hand over the patterns you have embroidered in the past two days, and then continue with the work at hand. The Li family's new sets of clothes will have to be sent in only ten days, as well as the Wang family girl's wedding dress. By then She also has to embroider a few stitches herself, and there must be no mistakes in the process."
"Yes, Xin Xiuzhang."
The embroiderers whispered in agreement, and at the same time looked at each other with the people around them.
A new garment for a nobleman requires several embroiderers, each with different jobs and different acquaintances.
There is also a newly ordered wedding dress.
When girls in Daxia get married, they all have the custom of sewing wedding dresses with their own hands. However, some girls from noble families cannot actually sew a wedding dress, so they leave it to the embroiderer, and then the girl sews a few stitches. , which can be regarded as abiding by the etiquette.
After explaining this, Xin Xiuzhang waited to see the new embroidery styles of the embroiderers.
During the New Year celebrations, the girls in the prefect's palace and the official women who were friends with him became more and more picky. Their embroidery workshops could not offend, so they could only rack their brains to make the nobles happy.
Therefore, although the embroidery is not the usual complicated patterns, it still needs to be exquisite in line layout and rich in meaning.
Xiu Xiu stood up first, while Song Jinyin lowered her head and finished her work in a leisurely manner.
"I informed you two days ago that you must not be lazy these days. There are many embroidery shops in Luo City. Only by gaining the attention of the superiors can our embroidery shop secure its position."
There were sounds one after another from the front.
There are only a few stitches left in Song Jinyin's hand. The cloud pattern surrounds the precious flower, and the minimalist lines in the middle look like a crane raising its head. This is an embroidery she started a few days ago.
I originally thought of asking Wu Xiuzhang for some advice, but unexpectedly it came in handy today.
When Song Jinyin came forward, Xiuxiu's eyes fell on her, her eyes widened, and she pretended to be concerned: "Miss Song Ci hasn't done much work these days since she's new here, and she came late today. If she's really struggling, she won't be able to do much on weekdays." But you must tell me."
Xiuxiu's voice was not loud, but just enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
Xin Xiuzhang looked over, his eyebrows were furrowed and sharp, and he spoke coldly.
"Jinyu Embroidery Studio doesn't support idlers. If you can't do a good job and just want to hang out all day long, I don't care who recruits the embroidery girl. They will change their place for me. There is no mercy at all!"
Not many people could withstand Xin Xiuzhang's heavy gaze.
But these words were obviously directed at Song Jinyin, so those who did not dare to look ahead all looked at Song Jinyin, some with complicated expressions, and some waiting for a good show.
"Don't be angry, Xin Xiuzhang. Song Ci just came to Luo City. Maybe she was curious and a little playful. I will help her more in the future. When she gets familiar with this place, maybe she won't worry about you anymore."
Xiuxiu took over the conversation, and because she seemed to be relieved, the caution in her tone was not too obvious.
But this advice made people even more angry.
"Jinyu Embroidery Workshop is not a charity hall, let alone a place to raise girls. If you can't calm down, don't become an embroiderer! And listen carefully, if you have the ability, don't ask for a monthly salary increase, just sit here. The location is good! But if you don’t have the ability, just pack your bags today, collect the money and leave the embroidery workshop as soon as possible!"
Song Jinyin never spoke to argue.
She saw the sneer in Xiuxiu's eyes, as if she was convinced, as if she had done this countless times.
But as everyone knows, she has never been afraid of work related to embroidery.
"This is the embroidery I made in the past two days. I have worked hard to take a look at it."
Song Jinyin looked at Xin Xiuzhang's increasingly cold expression, and stepped forward to hand over the things in her hands while everyone was looking at her.
In the corner of my eye, I could see the sneers of Xiu Xiu and others.
No one believed that Song Jinyin could produce any eye-catching embroidery, and no one thought of the needlework in Song Jinyin's hands that had never stopped while everyone else was taking a break and laughing.
"Although you are a survivor of Wu Xiuzhang, if you think you have been protected by this, you can stop making progress in the embroidery workshop..."
Xin Xiuzhang stopped mid-sentence, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
Everyone turned their heads to look at it, Xiu Xiu rolled her eyes, covered her lips and said, "But Song Ci randomly brought something to fool him again?"
The fingertips of Xin Xiu's palm lightly brushed the patterns, ignoring others.
When he spoke again, he relaxed his frown and his sharp eyes disappeared, "Is the thing with its head raised in the center a crane?"
Song Jinyin softly agreed. In her peripheral vision, she saw Xiuxiu's expression turned ugly when no one was paying attention to her. She pursed her lips and smiled, her brows gentle and unhurried.
"Yes, the Xinxiu Palm is focused on the neck where the head is raised, and there are not too complicated golden wings."
"Yes, you are so capable at such a young age. No wonder Wu Xiuzhang only left you alone that day. Just now, I can't tell the difference between right and wrong."
Xin Xiuzhang softened his tone under the surprised gazes of everyone, as if she was not the one who was scolding her just now, "It's just that such a group of flowers will be difficult to form in just two days, so it shouldn't be what we have today."
"Indeed, it took more than two days. From the day Wu Xiuzhang asked me to enter the embroidery workshop, I wanted to embroider an embroidery and asked some seniors for advice. Today..."
Song Jinyin paused when she said this, turned her head to look at Xiuxiu, whose face changed slightly, and said with curved lips: "I heard that the people behind me were not busy today, so my sister asked me to take an errand to buy winter dates. This time If I delay, it will be difficult to finish the golden butterfly wearing flowers that I embroidered yesterday."
"But the ladies love a lot of flower arrangements. I thought it would be safe to send this one along."
Xin Xiuzhang took a closer look at it a few more times, nodded appreciatively, and looked like two different people.
Just recalling Song Jinyin's words again, Xin Xiuzhang's eyes swept around everyone, and his questioning words became more fierce: "Who told you that you have no time to spare and asked you to buy winter dates?"
Song Jinyin had no intention of breaking up with the villain. She just frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said: "There are many people in the embroidery workshop, and I just came here. I really can't remember which sister told me."
Xiuxiu's face turned from green to white. When she saw Xin Xiuzhang's gentle expression, her face was full of disbelief, and there was uncontrollable jealousy in her eyes.
Suddenly, several groups of embroiderers had their own thoughts.
Everyone wants to pull something powerful to their side, but they are afraid that it will be too powerful and will push them down.
Song Jinyin also lowered her eyes to hide her thoughts.
She said this to prove that she was not afraid, but she did not mention Xiuxiu's name. She made it clear that there would be no change, so she might as well make other plans.
As expected, Xin Xiuzhang didn't ask further questions as Song Jinyin had guessed. Obviously, this kind of thing is not unusual in this embroidery workshop.
In other words, this embroidery palm has never valued people, but only the craftsmanship of embroidery.
If he opens his mouth again, he wants to appoint someone to go to the prefect's mansion.
Xiuxiu raised her head again, as if she had figured out Xin Xiuzhang's cautious thoughts, and used the excuse of a newcomer to block her idea of wanting Song Jinyin to go together.
There was pity in some people's eyes. Lianxiang also turned around and glanced at Song Jinyin, thinking she was timid and sneered.
Only Song Jinyin felt comfortable and extremely satisfied.
This is her plan.
She wanted the embroidery masters to know that she had skills, but she also wanted to raise her child with peace of mind. As long as Xiuxiu, who hated her, was around, she would not be able to enter the prefect's mansion for a while.
Staying away from noble people is the first step to stability.
...
Although Song Jinyin did not go to Cheng Taishou's Mansion, she stayed in the embroidery workshop for an extra hour because of the kindness of others.
When I got up, the sky was already gloomy and the drizzle had not stopped.
She wrapped herself in her cloak and hurried home with some urgency.
Stepping into the bluestone alley, the small courtyard is at the innermost position, but today there are a few figures with malicious intentions in the alley.
Shen Yuhe's entourage was also in the small courtyard in the alley. They hesitated for a moment between showing up and not showing up. But at this moment, a passing man already stood up for her.
The man did not stay and left in a hurry.
Suddenly, Song Jinyin was the only figure left in the alley, standing alone, raising her hands to wipe her red eyes because of the fear that had not dissipated.
Not far away, a man wearing a crane cloak stood under a gray wall, the hands clenched in his sleeves already unconscious from the exertion.
Cool breeze blows.
The hazy drizzle dampened his hair, and the biting cold made his face paler.
But he was staring at the alley in front of him, looking at the figure that he didn't even want to see in his dreams, letting the fishy sweetness surge in his throat, and the dull pain in his heart.
