Chapter 183 Really dead in the middle of the night
The master is dead?
Die so soon?
Everyone in this room has seen Lin Ruhai's skinny face and earthy complexion. Although they all say "it's not a big deal", in fact, everyone feels vaguely ominous in their hearts, and they all feel that the life of Mr. Lin, who is terminally ill, is at risk.
It's already in danger. It's a pity that Tanhualang's good looks and the salt patrol censor's wealth are overwhelming.
No one said anything, but they all felt in their hearts that if Jia Lian hadn't forced Mr. Lin, who was dying, to move hurriedly in the middle of winter, Mr. Lin might not have been able to live for another three to five days.<
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I said that this house had bad feng shui and I couldn't live in it, but this time it was better. Mr. Lin didn't want to live in any house, and just lived in the coffin.
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As soon as he opened the door, Lin Yongan, who was full of tears, stumbled in. When he saw Daiyu, he knelt down and kowtowed:
"Miss...the master is dead..."
Dai Yumu sat blankly on the bed, feeling like she was being drenched by a bucket of ice water in the cold winter. She couldn't feel sad for a moment, but felt that everything in front of her was an illusion. No matter what, she couldn't believe it was real.
The Zijuan was so frightened that she couldn't help shaking Daiyu's body, the Snow Goose was so anxious that she stamped her feet and cried. The wet nurse, Grandma Wang, rushed forward and pinched Renzhong, shouting:
"Girl, girl, wake up!"
After a while, Daiyu finally understood and finally shed tears, but her eyes were still scary and empty:
"Why...why are you dead? Didn't you talk to us yesterday?"
Lin Yongan burst into tears:
"It's all my fault, Mr. Lian... I moved the master in the cold weather... The master caught the cold and developed a high fever when he arrived at the inn. Soon... he couldn't breathe... My master..." Daiyu sat in a daze, tears streaming down her face, but she remained motionless.
Nanny Wang was so anxious that she couldn’t help but rub Daiyu’s heart:
"Girl, just cry out. It will make you feel better. Holding it in your heart will be even worse..." She started to feel sad and cried, "Girl is weak, so we can't let anything happen to me...
Girl..."
Daiyu couldn't cry anymore, and the group of aunts in the side rooms were already crying like crazy, each one crying louder than the other.
Because there is no head mistress and the head of the house is gone, these little wives have no control and are worried about their future fate, so they use the excuse of crying for Lin Ruhai to cry for themselves.
After all, they are not the hostesses of the Lin family who were carried in from the front door in eight sedans. The trees fell and the hozens scattered, and no one knew where their future was.
Lin Yongan is more mature after all, wiping his tears while talking about business:
"It's past midnight now, and there is no way to send the master's body back. Second Master Lian asked me to come back first and deliver a message, saying that I would bring someone back early tomorrow morning to arrange the burial.
Second Master Lian said that there were many female relatives in the family, but there was no mistress, so he asked Miss Lin to take charge of the household affairs.
When he comes back early tomorrow morning, the other two maids brought by Mr. Lian have all handled important matters in Jia's house, and they will definitely be able to help the girl keep everything in order."
Daiyu couldn't help but choke with tears. When she heard the last sentence, her heart suddenly moved:
Weird, weird, the other two maids?
While on the boat, Jia Lian told Daiyu that he only brought Qingwen from home for this trip.
The dogwood next to me is the concubine of Yulin Guard Commander Wei Tongguang. In order to go to Suzhou for fun, she would rather pretend to be a maid.
Cornus officinalis is here at this moment, where are the two maids?
What's more, Qingwen, the only maid brought from Jia's Mansion, had only entered Jia's Mansion not long ago. What major events had she handled?
As smart as Daiyu, she has already noticed that the message sent by Jia Lian is unusual. She gradually understands that this matter is fraudulent, and feels a little settled. However, she is still worried about her father and chokes up:
"Just listen to Brother Lian.
Butler Lin hurried back, I'm afraid there are still many things to take care of there."
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Daiyu got off the boat and boarded the car, so she didn't see the third maid beside Jia Lian. But Lin Yong'an did.
As for the demon Qiao Qiao, the eldest maid supported by the little maid was also older, so Lin Yongan believed that she was Jia Lian's "housekeeper".
This kind of maid who has become the "housekeeper" in Zhongming Dingshi House can really stand on her own.
If something like this happens at home, if there is no capable and knowledgeable person to help take care of it, then you will end up making a mess and being embarrassed.
Therefore, Lin Yongan firmly believed what Jia Lian said about the maid.
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After Lin Yongan left, the deafening cries in the room gradually turned into whispers.
After all, sadness is always inevitable, but sadness will always last for a while, and more importantly, you have to plan for your future.
The popular little wives in this house, the has-been little wives, the ready-made little wives and the failed little wives are all concubines, not wives, and none of them are accompanied by a man and a woman.
Mr. Lin is gone, and the eldest lady will get married sooner or later. If these childless concubines are lucky, they will be released and free to marry; if they are unlucky, they will be sold and fall into the trap of a tiger.
It is not uncommon to be sent to a nunnery to become a monk, and then become a Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.
But no matter which one, everyone must make plans in advance.
If I don’t do it for myself, who will do it for me?
After a while, some people were no longer afraid of evil people and said they wanted to go out to find white cloth to sew mourning clothes and hats. Others said they wanted to get some to pay tribute to the master, so they left the house one after another.
Daiyu just sat slumped and said to Grandma Wang:
"That's it for today, I don't have the energy to care anymore.
We’re all waiting for Brother Lian’s people to arrive tomorrow, so we’ll naturally take care of everything.”
After hearing this, everyone felt that if they didn't work tonight, they wouldn't have the chance to work tomorrow. After a while, everyone in the room came up with various explanations, and most of them left.
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The largest inn in Yangzhou is called "Guangling Tower", located in the middle of the bustling Li Guanren Lane.
Because "Li Guanren Alley" was wide, it later became a private market for buying and selling "salt", so it gradually got a nickname, "Yinshi Street".
As the number of salt merchants increased, the name of Yinshi Street gradually overshadowed the original old name, so that people in Yangzhou later did not know where "Li Guanren Lane" was.
Because salt merchants gather here, Du Lang Alley on the left and Bai Daren Alley on the right are also lively.
Most of the salt merchants in Yangzhou loved Wu Nong's soft-spoken Kunqu Opera. They spent a lot of money to invite artists from Suzhou to train a theater troupe. They also built an "Laolang Hall" and became the Liyuan General Administration here.
Every time a foreign troupe comes to the city, they must first come to Dulang Lane to pay their respects to Lao Langtang, which is called "Guangpai". As a result, "Dulang Lane" has gradually become "Su Chang Street".
As for "White Master Alley", its original name has gradually been forgotten, replaced by "Thirty Steps Street", a place of romantic fireworks.
The reason why it is called Sanbu Street is that there is a brothel within thirty steps of this street.
Every night, there are countless crimson gauze lanterns on the upper floors of each house, and the red sleeves are welcoming guests, and the music is played all night long.
Most of all, the spring breeze is blowing ten miles away, and bead curtains are rolled up everywhere, and countless pingpings are curling up, all on the cardamom tips.
Living in such an environment, not only Jia Lian couldn't sleep, but Lin Ruhai couldn't sleep either.