Song Dingxiang [Completed]

C51. Ask For Explanation.

Chapter 51

The wool workshop has not moved, it is very close to here. In addition, the sharp and very familiar voice of the arguing woman made Song Dingxiang unable to help but frown.

Seeing this, the steward Wang quickly said, "I will go and chat with the master and madam, Young Madam Song, please make yourself comfortable."

Song Dingxiang smiled and said, "Then please go inside to warm up, even though it's already spring, the weather is still very cold."

After that, she took the steward Wang to the main house to accompany Song Xingyi. Then she went out through the back door and directly entered the wool workshop.

The one quarreling was Zhu shi, ever since Song Taohong became the county magistrate's wife, her previously modest demeanor completely changed, or it should be said, reverted to her true nature, becoming more assertive.

"Jin Qiao'er, Jin Qiao'er, I never thought you were such a person. You used to look quite honest in front of the old lady, but you've turned bad now, you've changed just because you've got some money." Zhu shi pointed to Jin Qiao'er's forehead, her voice becoming louder, "I know you look down on the old lady, think I'm poor, but even if I'm poor, I couldn't do something like this! Everyone looks up to me, tell me, am I such a person?"

Jin Qiao'er's face blushed from the scolding, tears swirling in her eyes.

The sixth grandaunt and fifth grandaunt couldn't help but frown at her appearance.

The sixth grandaunt, who was unwell was sitting inside, and the fifth grandaunt standing beside Jin Qiao'er, said, "What are you being so arrogant for? Everyone is given the same line for the work, produces the same things, so how come there's less when it comes to you? Are you saying you didn't stash some for yourself?"

"Oh, fifth aunt, you're accusing me so harshly, I have no face to live. Go and search, go and search, it's just a bit of wool, I asked my fourth uncle and aunt for it, would they not give it to me? Do I need to scheme for such a small thing?" Zhu shi raised her chin, looking disdainfully, her eyes rolling.

Song Dingxiang entered the courtyard, took a quick glance, and smiled, "What's going on? Why is no one working?"

The group of aunts and sisters-in-law laughed and left one after another, leaving only the few people from the Song family. But even after they left, their ears were still perked up, waiting to hear some gossip.

"Sister-in-law, what's going on?" Song Dingxiang asked.

Jin Qiao'er's tears fell down with a plop, crying, "We sent out some work, one skein of thread can make three pairs of gloves, but the two sisters-in-law from Uncle Eight's family each took three back, so they only handed in seven pairs of gloves. I said the quantity was not enough, and they said they only did this much, and then called Uncle Eight's wife over."

Song Dingxiang smiled and said, "Oh, I thought it was something serious, but it's just a few missing pairs of gloves, right? I guess those two sisters-in-law are not quite competent in this job. We won't assign them this kind of work in the future, we'll find something else for them to do."

In this workshop, making gloves is the most profitable, a skilled worker can finish a pair in a day and earn five wen in wages. But don't underestimate these five wen, as every bit counts, and at the end of the month, it adds up to over a hundred wen, which can buy several pounds of meat to improve the family's living conditions.

Moreover, this work is light and doesn't interfere with their household chores, so many women in the village are eager to do it.

These two daughters-in-law from the Zhu she's household are also skilled, and since they are relatives, although Jin Qiao'er is reluctant to let them help, they did well before the New Year, so she didn't stop them from working after the New Year.