After seeing the embroiderer off, Jin Shanyao arrived at the Jiang family's backyard. Jiang Wancheng, whose body was covered in bandages, burst into tears when he saw Jin Shanyao enter.
" Shopkeeper Jin, I'm so sorry... I'm not human." The Jiang family used to be a small, nearly bankrupt pharmacy, but after partnering with the Anzhi Hall, they suddenly became a major medicinal herb merchant.
Tears streamed down Jiang Wancheng's swollen eyes. " Zhou Yan forced me to do this. They stripped my grandson naked and left him in the rain on a rainy day..."
Jin Shanyao a clapper and wiped away his tears. "What's a real man crying for? If you're bullied, you should fight back. I'll take you to jail tonight."
Go ahead and hit Zhou Yan in the eyes. If you don't dare... I'll look down on you.
Jiang Wancheng cried and then laughed, " Shopkeeper Jin, my finger is broken, I can't make a fist... Can my little grandson beat him up?"
"Of course, I've got your back..." she said, examining Jiang Wancheng's fingers and coaxing, "Yours isn't broken. I'll find a splint to fix it, and you'll be able to move it again after a month of rest."
Jiang Wancheng was also a doctor, and he knew exactly what the finger looked like, but he still held onto hope that what Jin Shanyao said was true.
Jin Shanyao removed the bandages from his wounds, sprinkled ginkgo leaf powder on them, and Spiritual Power seeped into his bone marrow through the wounds, slowly repairing the bone fractures. Jin Shanyao used a wooden board to immobilize his hands.
He left a bottle of ginkgo leaf powder and instructed, "Sprinkle it on once a day for a month without fail. If it still doesn't improve, come to the Anzhi Hall to see me."
Jiang Wancheng stared at his immobile hand and said with a wry smile, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Jin..."
Jin Shanyao farewell to Jiang Wancheng, and instead of returning to the post station, she took her two children and checked into an inn. She handed the compensation money to Meng Anzhi, saying, "We'll buy some paper money to burn later."
Meng Anzhi gave a soft "hmm," and Meng Anci, who had been quiet the whole way, held Jin Shanyao's hand and looked at her with admiration, "Auntie, you're amazing."
Jin Shanyao smiled helplessly, rubbed his head, and said with a sigh, "You must be a good official in the future, you know?"
"I know..." Meng Anci obediently, but in his heart he thought: Drug control and contract control are essentially the same thing. You can keep people but not their hearts, and something bad will happen sooner or later.
However... Cloud Brocade Workshop's work process can be imitated. One person repeating the same task can improve work efficiency and also prevent the secret recipe from being stolen.
Once he returns to Qingzhou Prefecture, he will have a good discussion with his sister to devise a management model suitable for the Anzhi Hall.
Ouch... Just as he was lost in thought, he was slapped hard on the head. Meng Anzhi narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Your eyes have changed."
Meng Anci covered his head and complained, "Sister, I only have a few months until the provincial examination. What if I damage my brain?"
"Oh no, I'll take care of you."
Meng Anci chuckled, "Sister... I've got my eye on an inkstone, can you..."
"Cannot..."
"No, I haven't finished yet."
Meng Anzhi ignored him and lay back on the kang (a heated brick bed). She had been worried sick these past few days, but thankfully everything was over.
Just after 7 PM, the area outside Cloud Brocade Workshop was piled high with yellow paper, paper oxen and horses, paper houses, and all kinds of clothes. Yao Dahai and his wife specially went home to change into decent clothes.
Yao Dahai tugged at his clothes, muttering, "Honey, look, isn't this hem of my clothes dirty?"
Madam Yao bent down and peered closely at the hem of his clothes, examining it carefully for a long time. "There is a small spot... Tell me, I want you to be careful, otherwise if Yuniang sees it, she'll think we're not doing well."
Yao Dahai rubbed his clothes anxiously, saying, "What should we do? It's too late!"
"It's okay, just cover it with your hand."
Yao Dahai sighed, noticing a corner of the yellow paper being blown up by the wind. He quickly picked up a stone to weigh it down, then glanced at the stir-fried oysters he had brought.
"Thank goodness we dried the oysters," he said thankfully, "Otherwise our daughter wouldn't have had any." He glanced at the sky again, "Isn't it almost time?"
Just then, Qiuju and Laifu came over carrying paper money for burning. "Uncle Yao, Auntie, how long have you been here?"
Madam Yao, "I just arrived too. What brings you here?"
Qiuju piled the paper money in the corner, stood up and said, " Xiaju has no relatives left in this world. After Chunju's accident, her parents moved away. We've come to see them off."
After they finished speaking, they remained silent.
At 3:45 PM, Jin Shanyao, accompanied by two children and carrying paper money for burning, arrived at Cloud Brocade Workshop.
The Yao couple became even more nervous upon seeing her, constantly checking her clothes. Qiuju came over to greet her, "Miss Jin, you've arrived."
Jin Shanyao nodded and said to Qiuju, "Wait here for me for a moment." After saying that, she left Dahuang Xiaoli to take care of the two children and went into Cloud Brocade Workshop alone.
In the backyard of Cloud Brocade Workshop, the peach tree sensed the immense Spiritual Power of the Jin Shanyao and trembled violently, its roots clinging tightly to the soil to minimize its presence.
Jin Shanyao her hand to the air, her Spiritual Power enveloped the peach tree, three fierce ghosts burst from the ground. Xiaju's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was still dripping from her forehead.
Chunju's tattered clothes hung on her body, and her surroundings surged with yin energy. Only Yao Yuniang, after a brief moment of confusion, tried to drift home, but unexpectedly crashed into a transparent barrier.
Xiaju stared at Jin Shanyao and said sharply, "Are you the stinky Daoist priest that Bai Yunjin invited?"
Jin Shanyao her head. "No... Bai Yunjin was killed by the sisters of the embroidery workshop because she tried to kill you."
"They succeeded?" Xiaju was suddenly stunned.
Chunju's fierce aura instantly weakened, only Yao Yuniang said in disbelief, "You're saying that Qiuju and the others avenged us by killing Bai Yunjin?"
"Right..."
The three ghosts hovered in mid-air, unable to recover for a long time. Chunju was the first to react, and said anxiously, "How could they be so foolish? Murder is punishable by beheading."
With Jin Shanyao channeled her Spiritual Power into them, instantly making the three of them clean and tidy. Even Chunju changed into a bright green dress.
They slowly descended from mid-air, landing on the ground in disbelief. Xiaju touched her face and asked Yao Yuniang, "Sister Yao, pinch me."
Yao Yuniang reached out and pinched her arm, her eyes widening in surprise. They could actually see real people???
The three looked at Jin Shanyao with confused expressions. "Master? What happened? Are we alive?"
Jin Shanyao said calmly, "No... I'm just giving you a temporary physical form. Your family and friends are waiting outside. Go and say goodbye."
Jin Shanyao and the words fell, the barrier opened.
As soon as Yao Yuniang opened the door, she saw two pairs of expectant eyes. Before she could even speak, tears streamed down her face.
"Father, Mother..."
" Yuniang..." Madam Yao could no longer hold back. She ran forward, hugged her daughter tightly, and burst into tears.
She wanted to act as if they were just meeting normally and say some comforting words, but she simply couldn't do it.
Laifu stood not far away, watching Yao Yuniang shed tears.