The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

A guy on the side also said: "Boss, after the cloth came in, I was in charge of taking care of it. The shopkeeper is right, there has never been any fading before."

Jiang Ziyan frowned, and asked again: "So someone changed the fabric? Have you checked carefully, are you sure it's this batch of fabric? Including the one that made clothes for Mrs. Cao, it's all fabric from Zhangjiabuzhuang ?”

Speaking of this, the guy was also very puzzled, "Yes, my boss, I'm sure it's the fabric from Zhangjiabuzhuang. Their fabrics are marked on them. I have worked in the shop for several years, so I can't make a mistake."

Although Shopkeeper Chen had a bad attitude when dealing with after-sales issues before, he has never touched the fabrics in the shop.

At this time, he was afraid that Jiang Ziyan would suspect him, so he quickly argued: "Boss, this fabric has been stored in the warehouse since it was shipped from Zhangjiabuzhuang, and it is usually taken out for customers to choose colors and fabrics. I I really didn't expect that there would be a faded horse, and it happened to be chosen by Mrs. Cao."

Jiang Ziyan cross-examined one by one, and found that it was indeed not their problem, but the fabric itself had a problem.

Could it be that some of the fabrics in this batch just happened to fade, and after being selected by Mrs. Cao, their stuffing was exposed?

"Is there any similar color fading that was found by customers?"

Everyone said no.

"Take me to the storeroom to have a look. Bring the faded fabric too." Shopkeeper Chen agreed quickly.

Almost all the faded piece of fabric was used to make clothes for Mrs. Cao, and there were only some scraps left, so shopkeeper Chen directly brought Mrs. Cao's original dress.

Jiang Ziyan compared the fabrics in the warehouse, but couldn't see any difference.

"Bring a piece of paper and a glass of water."

The man went to get it as he said, and the things were brought over soon.

Jiang Ziyan folded the paper brought by the buddy and cut it in half from the middle, and sprinkled some water in the cup to make sure it was moist but not too wet.

He asked someone to tear the cloth aside, then picked up the moistened paper and folded it in half to cover the corner of the cloth. In a few breaths, the paper was stained with a layer of color.

He asked the guys to try the method batch by batch according to the method he said.

It was found that in this batch of cloth, a small half of them were faded, while others were not faded.

Jiang Ziyan became more and more sure that this was a problem with the cloth shop, and the cloth they provided was shoddy, and some faded cloth was mixed with the good cloth.

Out of the trust of cooperation, the shopkeeper and the guys in the store will not check carefully at all, and it is impossible to check the fading problem with eyes alone.

Jiang Ziyan had the answer in his mind, and after leading someone out of the warehouse, he said: "This batch of cloth has picked out all the faded ones just now, and they are not allowed to be used by customers. In addition, in the future, when customers order new styles of clothes, the fabrics used must be all Use, those transported from Lin'an. Do you hear clearly?"

"Clear."

"Well, let's do it for today, everyone has worked hard, clean up and rest early."

Shopkeeper Chen and the other guys looked at each other in blank dismay, and he boldly asked, "Boss, is that all about Zhangjiabuzhuang?"

He was unwilling, because their fabrics faded, which made him almost lose his position as the shopkeeper. Although he had a bad attitude in dealing with the problem later, he automatically ignored it.What he cared more about was the source of the incident.

Jiang Ziyan said with a bit of coldness in his words: "Of course we can't forget it like this. We'll talk about this matter tomorrow."

Everyone has been busy all day today, and they are also very tired. Jiang Ziyan asked them to have a good rest, and the rest will be dealt with tomorrow.

After arranging things in the shop, Jiang Ziyan went home.

After going back, he ate some food, and just about to go back to his room, he suddenly remembered what Feng Ke told him yesterday to let him take in someone.

He hadn't seen what this person looked like before, so he turned halfway to the East Wing. Before he knocked on Feng Ke's door, he heard a few vague words from inside.

"You take it easy..."

"It hurts me..."

"Don't take off my pants..."

……

Jiang Ziyan: ...

Is this something I can listen to without paying?

After calming down and calming down for a while, he knocked on Feng Ke's door.

The voice inside stopped abruptly, Feng Ke got up, walked to the door and opened it.

Seeing that it was Jiang Ziyan, he froze for a moment, "Lang Jun?"

Jiang Ziyan said: "The Zhuo Feng you told me about yesterday, how is his injury? I've been busy today and I just came back, so I'll come and have a look."

"Lang Jun, come into the room and tell me, I'm giving him medicine."

Jiang Ziyan walked into the room, saw the person lying on the bed, and thought that this person should be the Zhuo Feng that Feng Ke mentioned.

Originally, Jiang Ziyan thought that Zhuo Feng's personality should be similar to Feng Ke's, a taciturn type.

But the fact is clearly not.

Zhuo Feng didn't look like that kind of strong and strong person, he was completely different from Feng Ke, Zhuo Feng was thinner, fair-skinned and good-looking.

After Jiang Ziyan entered the room, Zhuo Feng struggled to half-sit up, and said, "Hi sir, my name is Zhuo Feng, thank you for taking me in, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome, don't bother. Feng Ke is more worried about you. How is your injury? Are you better?"

"much better."

Feng Ke stood beside them, watching the two of them talking, and remembered that the medicine boiled in the kitchen was almost ready, so he said, "You guys talk first, I'll fetch the medicine."

After he went out, Jiang Ziyan said: "Feng Ke has always been a taciturn person, and it is rare for him to chat with you. He is very concerned about your affairs, and he even cooks the medicine himself. So I am very curious, what is going on between the two of you?" What's the relationship?"

This question caught Zhuo Feng, enemy?Not quite.friend?It's not quite like that, when Feng Ke saw him before, he wanted to kill him.

Zhuo Feng said: "I don't know what's going on with the two of us now, after thinking about it, I just don't think about it, it's a waste of my brain."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Ziyan knew that he was a fan of the authorities.

He remembered that Feng Ke told him sad last time with an aggrieved face, probably because of the entanglement between the two of them.

"I haven't seen Feng Ke take care of anyone so intimately before." He said.

Zhuo Feng suddenly felt a little embarrassed, a bit stubborn, "He's just like that, it's because I was hurt too badly, he was afraid that if I died, he wouldn't be able to take revenge."

Just after saying this, Feng Ke came in with the medicine.

Zhuo Feng raised his head and looked at him with a embarrassed face, wondering if he heard what he said just now.

Jiang Ziyan said: "You take a good rest and live here with peace of mind. Tell Feng Ke what you want to eat. I'll go back first."

When Jiang Ziyan walked to the door, he heard Feng Ke say stiffly: "Drink the medicine."

Probably because he said something unkind just now, but now Zhuo Feng is very obedient, he took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine in the bowl is warm, not hot at all.

After drinking the medicine, Zhuo Feng frowned and said bitterly, when suddenly a pack of candied fruit appeared in front of him.

He looked at Feng Ke with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

"You can eat it if I give it to you."

Zhuo Feng was stunned for a moment, took the candied fruit, and instantly a sweet taste melted in his mouth, sweet to the tip of his heart.

This person is not so wooden!

Zhuo Feng had nothing to say, "My back is itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

Just as Feng Ke took out the bowl, he heard him say this when he came back.

Zhuo Feng's eyes are like wet deer eyes, whenever he looks at Feng Ke with this kind of eyes, Feng Ke finds it difficult to refuse his request.

He walked to the bed, helped him sit up, lifted the clothes on his back, and said, "Where is it itching?"

"To the right, a little below."

Feng Ke stretched out his hand to scratch him, carefully avoiding the wound while scratching.

Zhuo Feng felt that the itchy places were almost all near the wound, probably because the wound was healing, so it was itchy.

Feng Ke could only carefully scratch the area next to the wound to relieve it a little.

Just scratching and scratching, Zhuo Feng became a little distracted.

"Okay, it's not itchy anymore." He quickly stopped.

Thinking about what Jiang Ziyan said just now, since he was injured, Feng Ke has really been obedient to him.

If he had known that being injured was so easy to use, he would have used this move earlier, and the two people in front would not have made such a big fuss.

Seeing Feng Ke doing all the work for him, but not talking to him much, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Although Feng Ke used to talk less, he was still very cheerful in front of him.Now……

Feng Ke brought a basin of hot water from outside, picked up a cloth towel, wiped his body, and said, "Go to sleep."

Zhuo Feng was not very willing, it was still early, so he went to sleep?

So he made a request with a high probability of being rejected.

"Feng Ke, can you talk to me?"

Feng Ke spread the quilt, moved him inside, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

Just when Zhuo Feng was a little disappointed that he ignored people, Feng Ke suddenly said, "What do you want to talk about?"

Naturally, we can't talk about those broken past events, Zhuo Feng is not stupid.

So he found a better topic and asked, "How did you meet Jiang Langjun in the first place?"

Regarding Jiang Ziyan, Feng Ke was still very impressed.

It's just that he said very briefly, "Zhang Qiu found me. At that time, he was hungry, so he introduced me to Lang Jun as a guard."

"Lang Jun is a very nice person. At that time, the injury on my face was more serious. He asked a doctor to take care of the injury, and he took care of food and shelter. I followed him every day. In fact, I didn't have much to do. He was very leisurely. Lang Jun... he was a kind-hearted person. a good person."

It was rare to say so many things at one time, and all of them were praises of Jiang Ziyan, Zhuo Feng couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

But when he thought that he said that the injury on his face was more serious, he began to feel distressed again.

"Go to sleep." Feng Ke said.

Zhuo Feng suddenly didn't want his injury to get better, it was fine if he was sick all the time, at least Feng Ke wouldn't quarrel with him, and he wouldn't let him go.

After a while, there was a sudden gust of wind outside, and it began to snow.

In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and the snow was flying all over the sky, making the weather even colder.

Zhuo Feng was seriously injured, unable to use his internal strength, and felt even more chilly.The charcoal basin in the house burned twice and it was not enough, and his lips were purple from the cold.

There was a large stove lying beside him, and he felt the heat source, so he squeezed towards the heat source with his whole body.

After two days of recuperating from the injury on his body, he was able to stand up at least.

He subconsciously moved over with great effort, lying in Feng Ke's arms, as if he finally felt warm, and then he stretched his brows and fell into a deep sleep.

After he fell asleep, Feng Ke carefully protected his waist, and his hands across his waist were afraid of touching his wound, so he tucked up the corners of the surrounding quilt, and fell asleep along with him.