Chapter 102 Talk

No, it's not Xing'er.

Although it is the same apricot socks, it will not be apricots.

Lin Huazhi still remembered the situation that night. She said that she would not forget that every detail of what happened that night was deep in her mind, so even if she saw Xinghualuo socks at this time, after the initial suspicion, Lin Huazhi immediately denied the possibility that Xing'er was the murderer.

First of all, Xing'er is short, and the woman who attacked Lin Huazhi that night was half a head taller than Xing'er; in addition, the man was thinner than Xing'er.

"Sister Huazhi, what's wrong with you?" Xing'er put away her close-fitting clothes and turned around to see Lin Huazhi in a daze again. Xing'er stretched out her hand and shook in front of her.

Lin Huazhi grabbed Xing'er: "Xing'er, where did you buy that pair of socks embroidered with apricot flowers?" Her tone was full of anxiety.

Xing'er looked at Lin Huazhi strangely: "I embroidered it myself. We all have habits. When my daughter was 11 years old, my mother would embroider a pair of socks with apricot flowers, which means 'marrying apricots'. I have some little sisters who will get married after the National Day. What I wear in the house is embroidered by myself at the back. I left the pair my mother originally embroidered for me at home.

Lin Huazhi secretly remembered it in her heart: "But don't I remember that your family lives in the suburbs?" Last time, Xing'er also asked her to bring some money to her home. Lin Huazhi also remembered that Jiangdong Mansion did not have this custom.

Xing'er said, "This is the custom of my hometown. My ancestors are in northern Anhui. My father came out early and has been living in Jiangdong Prefecture since he got married with my mother. He has not returned to northern Anhui for many years.

Xing'er's words woke her up. Lin Huazhi couldn't hide her excitement and hurriedly asked, "That is to say, all of you girls from northern Anhui have such socks?"

"It's almost, but there are still some small differences. Villages in the east of northern Anhui generally not only embroidered apricots, but also embroidered peach blossoms; villages in the west of northern Anhui mostly embroidered apricots and butterflies. Sister Huazhi, why are you asking this?

"Good apricot, do you know who is your fellow countryman in our house?"

I don't want to, but Xing'er shook her head: "I don't know about this. Anyway, most of these sisters and aunts in the East Courtyard are locals in Jiangdong Prefecture.

Lin Huazhi was not disappointed. Although she didn't find out more things, Xing'er's words helped her a lot and narrowed her suspicion a lot.

If you want to know who is from the north of Anhui, you just need to read the roster.

Lin Huazhi got up and walked outside the house. Xing'er asked behind her, "Sister Huazhi, where are you going?"

If Lin Huazhi didn't return to Xing'er, she hurried to the outer courtyard and asked her to think about who had the registration list of Chen's servants?

"In the hands of the housekeeper." Lin Huazhi went to ask Aunt Feng first.

Lin Huazhi is strange: "Didn't the roster always be placed in the East Courtyard?" At least when Chen Suyue lived, it was like this. When was it changed to the outer courtyard?

Aunt Feng explained: "After the death of the lady, the East Courtyard has been busy with doing the after-mortem for his wife. The master said that he would send a person out of the house before his wife's 100-day anniversary, and at the same time, he had to recruit a new group of people to enter the house. Since the East Courtyard could not take care of it, the steweller of the outer court took the roster to send out those who were suitable for marriage. Later, the East Courtyard has never gone to the outer court to ask for the register, and now the brochures are kept by the housekeeper.

Lin Huazhi listened and looked embarrassed. If the roster is in the hands of the housekeeper, things will not be easy to do.

"Huazhi, why are you invering about this?" Aunt Feng was a little puzzled. Looking at Lin Huazhi's appearance, she seemed to have something important.

Lin Huazhi didn't think of any good excuse for a moment. After a pause, she had to say vaguely, "It's the master who wants to see it."

When Aunt Feng heard that it was Yan Shaobai's list, she no longer doubted and smiled, "Yo, it's not a big deal. It's hard to look at you. Just go and ask the housekeeper. The master has been doing a lot recently, so you can do these small things.

Lin Huazhi smiled, said a few words, and then left Aunt Feng's house.

This roster is not important, but it doesn't mean that you can see it. Moreover, at that time, ask why the roster is, and how can she tell this lie?

There was something shouting in Lin Huazhi's heart, and she knew that it was a strange feeling caused by being too excited.

That night, when the woman turned around, she clearly told the man that as long as she was alive, she would never let go.

I don't know when Lin Huazhi's mouth was covered with a trace of coldness, and soon, she will find you.

"Flower branches?" Someone patted it on the shoulder.

Lin Huazhi turned around and saw that it was Yan Shaobai. She was slightly surprised: "Why did you come back?" In the past few days, Yan Shaobai stayed in the cloth workshop day and night to supervise new goods.

Yan Shaobai did not answer, but asked her, "What are you doing here?"

Lin Huazhi happened to be standing at the gate of the courtyard. Outsiders looked at her like this, and they didn't know whether she wanted to go in or out.

Lin Huazhi was about to open his mouth, and his eyes fluttered, but he saw the person standing behind Yan Shaobai. His eyes subconsciously narrowed. After a long time, Lin Huazhi said, "I'm about to go back to the house. Sir, do you have anything else to order?"

Although he asked, Lin Huazhi was surprised. Why did Cui Ting come?

Looking at Yan Shaobai again, it seems that she knows the answer to the previous question.

Why is Yan Shaobai here? Because Cui Ting is here.

Hmm, it's a real failure.

He cursed secretly in the bottom of his heart. Lin Huazhi didn't wait for Yan Shaobai to open his mouth and turned around and left.

"Lin Huazhi, wait a minute." Cui Ting suddenly stopped her.

Lin Huazhi turned around and Cui Ting looked into her eyes: "Lin Huazhi, talk to me."

"What do we have to talk about? Why should I talk to you?" Lin Huazhi suddenly laughed.