The general went out again at night

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is continuous, and I don't know when it will stop.

In front of a shop named "Yang's Cloth Shop" in Suzhou, Jiangsu Province, a woman stood leaning against the door frame with no expression on her face, she was looking at the dense rain outside with her head tilted absently.

This person is Yang Xiyu, the head of Yang's cloth shop. He is only 23 years old, but he is proficient in business. In a few years, he has transformed from a little-known merchant to the largest silk merchant in Suzhou.

Businessmen like to smile, whether they are sincere or not, when you meet them, you can always see bright smiles on their faces.Yang Xiyu also loves to laugh, but her mood has been affected by the pouring rain recently, the corners of her mouth are pursed, and her face is tense.

Outside the eaves, dark clouds were heavy, heavy rain was pouring, and water vapor entered the house along the cracks.The moisture stuck in the clothes and floated on the skin, making her whole body uncomfortable, she was going to be moldy!

Hey......Yang Xiyu leaned against the door frame and let out a long sigh. She was well-clothed and had no worries about food and clothing. How miserable and desolate is it?

Yang Xiyu turned her head and saw her housekeeper Feng Ping standing behind her, she lowered her eyes and asked, "Have you prepared all the porridge and water I asked you to prepare yesterday?"

Seeing her sullen look, Feng Ping smiled: "Miss Hui, the cooks in the mansion are cooking, and it will be ready in half an hour."

"Finally something to do." Yang Xiyu straightened her lazy body, shook her head, and became more energetic: "Later, you and I will go to the temple where the disaster victims are housed to give porridge."

"Yes." Lao Feng nodded slightly, and responded softly.

"By the way, the fortune teller who lived in the mansion for February, has he figured out when the rain will stop?" Yang Xiyu turned to face Feng Ping and asked with folded arms.

"I didn't give an exact number, it's vague." Feng Ping replied.

A burst of anger rushed up, and Yang Xiyu said in a bad tone: "The charlatan who cheated on food and drink, I will drive him away tomorrow." The heavy rain for several days completely ruined her mood.

As soon as the words fell, before Feng Ping could answer, Yang Xiyu's side was covered by a black shadow, and a cold female voice suddenly sounded from outside the cloth house: "Get out of the way, I want to go in."

With such a heavy rain, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and there was no business in Buzhuang. Yang Xiyu thought that he would not see any customers in the morning, so he stood at the door of Buzhuang and sighed without any scruples, and blocked the road while sighing.Is there something wrong with me, but the tone of the visitor is so bad, he didn't even say "please", it's not polite.

Yang Xiyu turned her head, with a smile on her face, she wanted to take a good look, this is rude, where did she come from.

As soon as she saw the person's appearance clearly, Yang Xiyu's expression was startled, and she choked on what she was about to say, she gave herself a big slap in her heart, what kind of shrew is not a shrew, go away, she is obviously a big beauty !

People are very tolerant towards beautiful things, especially Yang Xiyu. In the blink of an eye, her attitude reversed.

"Didn't you hear me? Get out of the way!" The two people blocking the doorway did not let go. The woman standing at the bottom of the steps became angry, and the cold knife shot out of her eyes and threw herself at the two of them.

She was wearing a bamboo hat made of bright green bamboo leaves and strips, and a coir raincoat made of palm skin.The heavy rain hit the bamboo hat, dripped on her coir raincoat along the edge of the hat, and then trickled down.

Nowadays, people rarely dress like this, especially women, if you search the entire city of Suzhou, you may not be able to find one.Yang Xiyu sized her up, bent her eyes, took a step back, and let the woman enter the cloth house.

When the woman passed by Yang Xiyu's side, she left behind a scent of green bamboo, which added a sense of freshness and comfort to the damp and rotting air.

Yang Xiyu looked at the back of the woman walking quickly, squinted her eyes, and admired in her heart, she weaves, sells silk and also sells clothes, and has seen many beautiful women. Each has its own beauty.

But the person in front of her gave her a very special beauty, Yang Xiyu didn't know what words to use to describe her for a while.

"Where is the shopkeeper?" The woman took off her bamboo hat, and her long hair like a waterfall fell down. She asked in a low voice, without any fluctuation in her tone.

"I am." Yang Xiyu raised her mouth slightly, took three steps forward, and jumped in front of the woman, carefully sizing her up with a pair of shrewd eyes.

The eyes were slightly straightforward, and the woman showed no shyness or dodging on her face, she looked at her openly, her bright black eyes were unwavering, and her expressionless face seemed to be soaked in a layer of frost.

"Are you the shopkeeper?" The woman stared at her, her tone changed, revealing a little disbelief.

Yang Xiyu smiled sweetly: "It's true."

The woman's mouth was straightened again, she lowered her head, reached into her sleeve pocket, took out a golden ingot, put it on the table, and said calmly, "I want to buy clothes."

Yang Xiyu raised her eyebrows, and greeted her with ease: "What kind of style does the girl like? Follow me to the dressing room to choose?"

"No." The woman bluntly refused: "You can choose the style of the clothes. I only have one request, the fabric should be thicker and warmer. Men and women each choose a hundred pieces, in different sizes. After choosing the clothes, please send them to the ruined temple in the north of the city. Distributed to the disaster victims who wandered here, this is a deposit, you accept it first, and I will make up for it after the matter is completed, and there is a reward, which will be paid together.”

It turned out that she was doing charity by buying clothes, Yang Xiyu's eyes lit up: "Miss, don't worry, this matter will be handled properly by the girl."

"Very good." After leaving the money, the woman raised her bamboo hat and wanted to leave.

Knowing her intention to leave, Yang Xiyu hurriedly asked loudly: "I don't know the girl's name?"

The woman held the bamboo hat for a moment, turned around, and spoke clearly: "Cai Zhujun."

"How old is it?"

"What's the matter? You have to ask about these things when you buy a shirt?" Cai Zhujun frowned displeased.

Yang Xiyu smiled, and made nonsense in a serious manner: "The girl doesn't know something, this is the rule of our store. If the customer buys more than [-] clothes, you have to ask her name, residence, age and family. We only charge a deposit. The money is unknown, we always need to know where to find people..."

That said, it makes sense.Cai Zhujun lowered her head, thought about it seriously, and believed Yang Xiyu's words. She raised her head and answered very seriously: "Name: Cai Zhujun. Address: Not found. Age..."

Speaking of age, Cai Zhujun paused, as if she had encountered a difficult problem, she bowed her head and thought for a long time before answering: "You are... very old."Family: None. "

From the moment she lowered her head to think seriously, a smile emerged from the corner of Yang Xiyu's mouth, and after the woman answered seriously, the corners of her mouth twitched several times, almost unable to hold back.

This man is too sincere.

"Is it okay now?" Cai Zhujun asked.

"Yes, yes." Yang Xiyu let out a part of her smile, and nodded her head.

"Then I'm leaving." Cai Zhujun put on a bamboo hat, covered most of his face, and walked towards the gate of Buzhuang.

"Hey, wait a minute." After Yang Xiyu had something to say, she hurriedly stopped her.

"What's the matter?" Cai Zhujun paused, with a cold look all over his body.

"Later, Buzhuang will deliver porridge and water to the victims, and the servants in the mansion will help distribute porridge...the manpower is also limited. I'm afraid that no one can afford Miss Cai's wages... ..." Yang Xiyu frowned, wondering why.

Cai Zhujun understood: "Then can you transport the clothes to the temple?"

Yang Xiyu: "This is no problem."

"That's good, you can send it there, and I will do the hairdressing by myself."

"Since we are on the same road, how about Ms. Cai sitting in the small shop for a while? There are ready-made clothes, and it doesn't take much time to sort them out. Let's go to the resettlement place in the north of the city together."

"No need." Cai Zhujun refused without thinking, "The time has come, I will go there myself."

It's hard to talk about it.Yang Xiyu had no other choice but raised the corners of her mouth and watched her go away.

After staring at it for a while, Yang Xiyu regained consciousness and called Feng Ping: "Old Feng, come here."

"Miss, what's your order?"

"This Miss Cai just said that she hasn't found a place to live. I guess she left at this time to find a place to live. You send some people who are safe, bring bank notes, and rush to this Miss Cai to explain to the nearby inns. Say, if a woman named Cai and Zhu Jun comes, tell her that the inn is full and ask her to find Yang's Mansion on Luohong Street, there are many vacant rooms."

"Miss, do you want her to live in our mansion?"

"Yes, you can also take care of the mansion."

"Little understands."

Feng Ping has been in charge of the Yang family for many years, and his actions are calm, sophisticated and capable. Yang Xiyu has nothing to worry about when this matter is entrusted to him.

Strange woman, oh strange woman, it would be nice to see her more often.

Yang Xiyu withdrew her gaze and put away the ingot of gold left by Cai Zhujun on the table. When her gaze fell to the ground, she accidentally saw something, she paused, and the laughing expression on her face suddenly stopped.

Then, a surprised word came out of her mouth: "Huh?"

Yang Xiyu's brows were filled with doubts, she squatted down, stared carefully at the position where Cai Zhujun stood just now, and held her breath.

There was not even a drop of water stains in that place.

Regardless of the dirty dust on the ground, Yang Xiyu stretched out his palm to caress that place, then raised his hand again, and put his palm in front of his eyes.

There is a lot of dust and sand on the white palms, but there is no wetness...

That person came from the heavy rain, the bamboo hat was wet, the coir raincoat was wet, and the soles of her feet should also be wet, but how could the place where she stood be dry and without water stains?