The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

Shopkeeper Chen doesn't care about what he confesses or not, as long as his compensation can be returned, and this time he can get double the compensation. When he goes back, he will have to earn face in front of his boss.

After shopkeeper Chen left, shopkeeper Su went directly to Zhang's house in a carriage.

The real master of Zhangjiabuzhuang is the Zhang family's wife, and everyone in the neighborhood knows about it.

After shopkeeper Chen reported the matter to Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang did an investigation and found her uncle.It turned out that he did this shoddy trick.

The Zhang family's family affairs had nothing to do with Jiang Ziyan, and he didn't care about it either.He was concerned with the interests of his own tailor shop.

The next day, shopkeeper Chen came over to tell him that the matter had been settled, and that Buzhuang was willing to compensate them for double the order amount.

Jiang Ziyan was surprised, and felt that although the shopkeeper Chen looked unreliable before, he handled things fairly neatly.

So he praised him, and then encouraged him to work hard in the shop, not only the buddies and masters got bonuses, but the shopkeeper's dividend was the highest at the end of the year.

As soon as this thought was mentioned, shopkeeper Chen felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. In the days to come, he devoted himself to working for the shop and became more and more conscientious.

After the matter of the clothing store was settled, it was already the seventh day of the lunar new year.The matter in the capital was settled. Jiang Ziyan was Laba tomorrow, so he packed his things and called Chen He to leave for Lin'an that day.

He wants to spend the Laba Festival with Lin Zhao.

The weather was fine, the snow that had fallen in the past few days had already melted, the cement road was drying quickly, and the sun was shining, so it dried up quickly.

The carriage drove all the way towards Lin'an, it was still very cold outside, and the carriage had no insulation measures, only a Mrs Tang to warm her body.

The weather in the north is dry and cold. If I drive the car a little faster, the wind in my ears will get stronger, and the small curtain next to me will make a whirring sound.

Jiang Ziyan pulled down the wooden board of the small window, and instantly felt much warmer.

With the cement road, it really is much faster to walk.

They set off in the morning and arrived at Lin'an City in the evening.

It was dark early, and after entering the city gate, we drove all the way along the main street. There were no people on the road. In winter, everyone packed up their stalls early and went home to rest.

When Jiang Ziyan arrived at the Lin residence, Jiang Ziyan came in quietly without letting the porter disturb Lin Zhao. After handing over the carriage to the coachman, Chen He was sent by Jiang Ziyan to rest.

Jiang Ziyan was going to Lin Zhao's room and planned to surprise him.

As a result, when he reached the backyard, he found that the light was still on in his room.

So he turned to his room.

Pushing open the door, he saw Lin Zhao leaning over the desk to read official documents.

Lin Zhao heard the sound of the door, looked up, and was very surprised: "Why are you back?"

While speaking, he got up and went to meet him.

Lin Zhao held his hand and led him in, and closed the door behind him.

Jiang Ziyan shook the cold air on his body, and joked: "Why, you are not happy when I come back to spend the Laba Festival with you?"

Lin Zhao smiled and touched his face, "Of course I'm happy."

Now that Jiang Ziyan is back, Lin Zhao didn't read official documents to pass the time, and simply helped him change his clothes.

Jiang Ziyan let his hand untie his belt, he suddenly remembered that this was his room, and asked, "Did you go back to sleep in your own room these days?"

"No, I'm used to sleeping here, what's the difference between you and me."

Jiang Ziyan rode in the carriage for a whole day, Lin Zhao couldn't bear to torment him at night, so the two had a rest early.

The next day is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Laba Festival in the north of the Great Wei Dynasty.

In the Wei Dynasty, the Laba Festival was not celebrated in every place.As far as Jiang Ziyan knew, there was no such custom in the southern part of the Great Wei Dynasty, but it was very popular in the north.

It is customary to drink Laba porridge and eat Laba garlic on the Laba Festival. In addition, there are activities such as exorcising Nuo and offering sacrifices.

Knowing that today is the Laba Festival, the mother in the kitchen peeled the garlic a few days ago, put it in a jar, poured vinegar, and opened it to eat today.

It has been said that Laba is the New Year, and a few days after Laba is the New Year, and it will be the New Year's Day soon.

On the day of the Laba Festival, Jiang Ziyan cooked several kinds of porridge, which were soft, glutinous and sweet, as well as his new porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, which won unanimous praise from the whole government.

Road repairs in winter are not very easy. The weather is cold and there are bad weather from time to time, either strong winds or rain and snow, so road repairs have been put on hold for the time being.

Jiang Ziyan thought about remaking the gloves made in Qingping Town before and selling them in the store.

There are a lot of workers here, and their fingers are dry and cracked due to a lot of work in winter.Although the gloves are thin and do not keep warm in the cold wind outside, workers who do rough work on the road wear them at least to prevent their palms from being worn out.

But now it's almost the end of the year, and I'm afraid it's too late to do it at this time, and I can make some preparations early next winter.

On the day of Laba Festival, Jiang Ziyan rested at home for a whole day, doing nothing but thinking about some porridge.

Lin Zhao also had a day off and stayed with him at home, the two of them had a leisurely day.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, Jiang Ziyan went to the weaving workshop.

Now that the shop in the capital is opened, a lot of cloth is needed. I don't know if it can be supplied here.

He hasn't come here for some days, and he doesn't know how the first batch of apprentices recruited here are doing.

As soon as he entered the door of the weaving workshop, the person in charge of sanitation inside saw him and greeted him, hurriedly packed his luggage, "I have met you, sir."

Jiang Ziyan waved his hand, indicating that he doesn't need to be too polite, and then asked, "Are the masters still teaching?"

The servant replied respectfully: "Yes, sir, several masters are teaching disciples weaving in the large weaving room on the west side of the backyard."

"Take me over there."

Except for Jiang Ziyan who came to see him once during the first day of teaching, this was the second time he came to watch the teaching process live.

Several looms in the weaving workshop are in this large classroom, and several masters teach while weaving.

When Jiang Ziyan passed by, he saw from the door that the little apprentices inside had already learned to look good, threading needles and threads, and even started to learn quickly by stepping on the loom.

The master weavers and weaving girls were all immersed in their looms, and they didn't even notice that there was a person standing at the door.

Orders have increased significantly in the past few days, and they are all rushing to work.

Seeing that they were very focused, Jiang Ziyan wanted not to bother, so he turned his head to look elsewhere.

In the end, an unknown little girl looked up and saw him, she was not afraid of people, and said in a daze, "Big brother is here."

These apprentices were all recruited by Jiang Ziyan himself. He spoke softly and was like a kind big brother in the hearts of the little girls.

This sound disturbed the masters in front, and they looked up at the door.

Jiang Ziyan didn't leave at all, he came here, since they saw it, he went in to have a look.

Several masters wanted to get off the loom, but were stopped by Jiang Ziyan, he said: "You do what you have to do, I just want to see how the students are learning?"

The master teacher replied: "These children are very diligent and study hard. Some of them learn so fast that they have already started to learn weaving."

After Jiang Ziyan walked in, he took a look and nodded. There were indeed some fast-learning children who were weaving. The weaving was a bit slow on the loom, but it seemed that the weaving was okay.

This large classroom is equipped with looms, which are arranged in four columns. There is a wide aisle in the middle of each column, and several windows are opened on one side of the wall to facilitate the light to come in.

There are several pots of charcoal fires burning in the front. If the charcoal fires are not placed in the house in this weather, it is impossible to do the work, especially the work at hand.

But because there were a lot of charcoal fires in the house, and everyone was wearing thick winter clothes, it wasn't that cold.

He walked around the classroom and looked at some semi-finished products that the little girls were learning. Overall, they looked pretty good.

When he walked to a loom, his sleeve was slightly pulled.

Jiang Ziyan looked down, and it turned out that he was the last little beggar recruited before.

The little girl is sitting in front of the loom in white and clean. She now has a name, Chi Jing, which was given to her by Jiang Ziyan.

Jiang Ziyan stopped and looked at her.

Chi Jing took out a piece of cloth that she knew during practice, and held it in front of Jiang Ziyan to show him.

Her voice was immature, and with some apprehension, she said, "This is what I wove."

After speaking, he raised his face again and looked at Jiang Ziyan with expectant eyes.

Looking at the fabric, Jiang Ziyan raised his hand and touched it. Although it was not so finely woven, there were still some threads on the edge.But at her age, she has only learned to weave for a month, which is considered very talented.

Jiang Ziyan patted her head and said, "Very good, the progress is very fast."

Chi Jing pursed her lips and smiled. Her study during this period has been recognized. She has to work harder and get out of the teacher earlier.

As long as the cloth she weaves can be sold as a qualified finished product, then she can get paid as usual!

When Jiang Ziyan looked down, he found that the little girl's hands were rubbed red, and he knew that she had made such great progress now. Apart from her talent, she must have worked very hard.

In addition to favoring those with excellent talents, God also favors those who are not only talented but also work hard.

In the future, his weaving workshop will not be short of talents.

The teacher standing in front also boasted: "Chi Jing is the fastest progressing child among all of them. I plan to let him learn more complicated skills from me after the new year."

The meaning in these words is that Chi Jing should be accepted as a personal disciple, and it is probably about the same if he said that he wants to teach him hand in hand.

Jiang Ziyan said: "You can arrange the weaving. It's cold today, so the working hours should be as short as possible. Your health is important."

"Hey, good boss, thank you for your compassion."

It was the first time Master Zeng met such a considerate owner, and his request to them was not to complete the order in advance, but to care about their health, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Although the order was to be completed, Jiang Ziyan didn't mention the order at all, but cared about their basic necessities of life, which made them feel more belonging to the weaving workshop.

Master Zeng is a veteran craftsman, she has not remarried since she was widowed in her early years, but relied on her weaving skills to win a place in Lin'an.

It's just that this world is difficult for women, especially for a lonely person like her, it is inevitable that someone will gossip.

Jiang Ziyan was able to invite her here because the weaving workshop where she worked was too talkative and had a lot of gossip about her.

I heard that all the recruits here are female workers, and there is still a shortage of masters to accept apprentices. She came here after inquiring.

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