Volume 1 The Rise of Duckweed Chapter 9 The Beginning of Sprouts
The next day, Rong Shan walked out of the room. The yard has lost its decay from the previous days, and is planted with flowers and trees. Suddenly, I was quite relieved, and sure enough, I didn't believe Uncle Fu wrong, stretched my waist, and walked into the front clothing shop.
In the courtyard, a woman in a coarse cloth shirt is embroidering clothes. Rong Shan raised his eyebrows and sat down at the very edge. Hearing the noise, several people in the audience looked up and showed their watches. Jin'er on the side had a hint of anger, and Rong Shan smiled slightly, like bathing in a spring breeze. There were nine people on the field, and all eight of them showed a hint of movement, and only one person was unmoved, just bowed his head and embroidered the flower in his hand. Rong Shan's eyes deepened, and he got up and went up to the attic.
I never thought that there was movement in the silkworm room, and when I entered the silkworm room, I found a group of strangers chattering together, and the silkworms on the side were motionless. The people in the silkworm room noticed Rong Shan, Rong Shan: "How's it going?" The people in the silkworm room smiled helplessly: "Some of the larger silkworms don't spin silk when they come, and the smaller ones will die half of them as soon as they come." "As soon as you hear this accent, you know that it is not a local, but more like a southerner.
Didn't say anything, nodded, and asked. I thought about going to Rong Huang's room, but when I learned that Rong Huang came back very late, I went to find Uncle Fu first.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Uncle Fu holding a porcelain spoon to cover his eyes. Only then did I remember that when Uncle Fu left, he hurriedly arranged the yard, so he and Rong Shan went to the outfield to buy silk, and came back to arrange these, I couldn't help but feel a little distressed Uncle Fu and walked over: "Uncle Fu, why don't you rest first."
Uncle Fu hurriedly took down the porcelain spoon: "Thank you young master for your concern, the young master is also taking care of it all the way, and I am just lazy on the side." β
Rong Shan's eyes were sour, "Uncle Fu, it's okay to do these jobs tomorrow, there is no need to be so restrained." My father was fortunate enough to learn a little when he was there, so it wasn't too difficult to think about. If you're sick because of that, we're really at a loss. β
Who knows that Uncle Fu said: "Young master, it's almost done, and during the official critical period, with the help of the Snow Weaver Girl, I won't work too hard." β
Rong Shan knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he said, "Okay, Uncle Fu, I want a study." Uncle Fu strode forward: "Young master, I have already made it for you." This is your study, with the hall in the middle, and the little master's study here. Rong Shan nodded: "Uncle Fu did a good job, then you can be busy with yours, if you really feel that you can't bear it, just say it." Uncle Fu nodded and retreated.
I entered my study, sat in front of the desk, and drew the form of the city with a pen, and I thought about it and was still not satisfied, so I sketched and drew the various parts of the city, so that the form was more distinct. Before I knew it, time flew by, and it wasn't until Zhixue called to eat that I realized that I had done it all morning.
When I entered the door, I found that Rong Huang had arrived, and he was in good spirits, and it seemed that he was resting. Rong Huang briefly reported the situation, but Rong Shan did not express his intentions.
In the afternoon, Jin'er continued to assess the embroidery girl, Rong Huang was reading in the study, Rong Shan was analyzing the situation in the study, and Zhixue helped the housekeeper take care of everything. Be busy and try to achieve something in the shortest possible time. Rong Shan saw that it was not early, so he ordered everyone to take his results to the conference room after dinner.
ββMeeting Roomββ
Rong Shan sat on the left side of the upper seat, and Rong Huang sat on the right side of the upper seat, both of them sat down.
Rong Huang explained all this situation, the silkworm is not very optimistic, and when he arrives here, he will not spin silk, and he doesn't know whether the climate is still a problem with mulberry leaves. Everyone pondered for a moment, and Rong Shan said: "It's better to do this, you send someone to Jiangnan again, and pull more mulberry leaves and mulberry seeds and seedlings, but pay attention to insurance and be careful of rotting." Money is not an issue, but the silkworms are kept first. Rong Huang nodded and said: It's okay, although it's not the best policy, but you can still figure out the doorway between them." β
Jin'er saw that the atmosphere was not right, and took out a piece of clothing. Although the style of that dress is an ordinary placket, the craftsmanship and fabric of this dress are good. Especially the begonias on the cuffs are just right, I don't know if I don't look carefully, this hand is put together, it happens to be a side-by-side, and the meaning is really good.
Jin'er smiled, and didn't sell it: "This is what has been embroidered in the past few days." Not bad! I received a total of eleven embroidery girls, three of them were good for clothes and nine were good for embroidery, and I talked to them about the three-year period, and I also taught some Murong family embroidery. β
Rong Shan nodded: "I don't know who embroidered the flowers on this sleeve, the embroidery is so expressive, it's really good." Jin'er smiled: "This sleeve is embroidered by a man named Du Yueniang." I heard them say that Du Yueniang was an outsider, as if she didn't know what she had done before, and she was not clean, so she married Li Fool in the east of the village. β
pong's voice, Rong Shan said: "Jin'er, but she said it herself?" Jin'er lowered her head and lowered her eyes: "He didn't tell me." Rong Shan asked again: "Then you have seen her before?" Jin'er stomped her feet and shouted, "Young Master!" Rong Shan didn't buy it: "You must not spread rumors like this from now on." Jin'er said with grievances: "Isn't it? Everyone says that if you don't know, you can't do anything unless you don't know. Rong Shan: "Jin'er, you don't even listen to me?" You see, some things are just rumors. And not to be believed. β
The face that was still aggrieved suddenly became cloudless again: "Young master, you can't imagine that there are people here who can weave cloth, and the weaving is called a good one, the threads are all level-crossed, but there is no good thread, otherwise you can really make some good cloth!" Rong Shan sighed at Jin'er's heartlessness, and at the same time was ecstatic because of such a good thing, he cleared his throat and said, "That's okay, there are a few pieces of cloth in the warehouse are enough." After a while, I will go to the study to get a few drawings, go to the warehouse to get a few batches of cloth and make spring clothes as soon as possible, spring will come soon, and you can make a fortune. Jin'er is still a child's temperament in the end, and when she heard that Rong Shan didn't care much about weaving, she reluctantly agreed to the errand.
Rong Shan didn't care too much about anything, and slowly looked at Zhixue, "How is the yard cleaned up?" After speaking, Zhixue gently bowed her head and said, "It's almost cleaned up, and I can only add it slowly in the back, and I will cooperate with the silkworm room on the little master's side." Rong Shan nodded, "Weaving Xue, I don't worry, accompany me to see the store tomorrow!" β
"Everyone is tired today, but there is no way, whether to survive in the future depends on everyone supporting each other, it's not too early to rest early." Everyone dispersed, and Rong Shan silently returned to the study, and he still had to prepare to buy a store tomorrow.