Song Jin wanted to ask the owner of the herbal tea stall a few more words, but before she could speak, the owner of the herbal tea stall went into the operation room and continued to work.

She wanted to go in and take a look, but there were a few men guarding the door.

Before she could get closer, the big men carried Song Jin out of the herbal tea stall like little chickens.

"Girl, since there is Master Zhang of Jinyiwei, I paid for the tea for you. If there is nothing to do, the small shop still has to do business, so it will not greet the girl. ”

The black-faced man led by him put down this sentence, took a few men around him, entered the herbal tea stall again, and began to get busy.

As soon as Song Jin came out of the herbal tea stall, Bai He ran up from behind out of breath.

If she hadn't grabbed Song Jin's clothes in time, I was afraid that she would not be able to stop the car and would have fallen to the ground immediately.

Looking at Bai He's red face and red ears, panting for breath, he knew that she must have rushed over at the speed of 800 meters in her junior high school.

Song Jin handed her the sweat towel he was carrying, and when he saw that she didn't follow Chen Jinran behind her, he felt a little strange in his heart, didn't Chen Jinran tell her that he wanted to come to Siping Street with her?

Why haven't you even reached Siping Street, people have disappeared, what is going on?

When Bai He's breath gradually stabilized, Song Jin asked her.

"Bai He, where is the son of the Chen family? What are you doing?"

Bai He wiped the sweat that was oozing from his forehead with Song Jin's sweat towel and said.

"Girl, when the slave came over, I didn't see the second son of the Chen family. The slave maid thought that the second son of the Chen family was chasing you, but she didn't think about it, but she disappeared. ”

Song Jin looked outside Siping Street, but she didn't see any trace of Chen Jinran, and she didn't even see the tall horse that Chen Jinran was riding, could it be that Chen Jinran was really gone?

She has to go to a few shops on Siping Street today to take a look, familiar with the personnel, where is the leisure, to take care of him Chen Jinran?

Song Jin didn't think much about it, and Bai He led the way, and the two went to Zhao's several shops on Siping Street.

Because of the few shops on Siping Street, the embroidery room is the closest to where Song Jin is now, so Bai He took Song Jin to the embroidery workshop first.

Mother Sun, who Zhao pointed out, was already waiting for Song Jin in the embroidery room.

Seeing that Bai He walked over with Song Jin towards the embroidery room, Mother Sun hurriedly sent a few embroidery girls who were waiting in the shop to go over, and personally carried Song Jin up a few stone steps.

"Second girl, you can be regarded as here, the old woman has been waiting for you here for a long time. The lady originally said that she wanted the old woman to bring the girl over, but since the white lotus girl knew the way, the old woman's legs and feet were inconvenient, so she was waiting for you in the embroidery room first. ”

"If there is any disrespect, please forgive the girl!"

The person who spoke at this time was Mother Sun, who was ordered by Zhao to take Song Jin to familiarize herself with the personnel of the shop.

She is Zhao's companion and the mother of the housekeeper of these shops on Siping Street, but a few years ago, she broke her foot on the stone steps, and Zhao bought a yard on Siping Street to support her and recuperate her injuries.

In this way, she lives on Siping Street, and it is convenient for her to check the business of those shops from time to time and report to the Zhao family in time.

In this way, even if the shopkeeper of the shop has the heart of stealing and making fake accounts, with this Sun mother here, they will be jealous.

Song Jin looked at the grandmother carefully, she looked like she was only in her early fifties, but there were already a lot of silver threads in her hair, and her face was very kind, but between her eyebrows and eyes, she was a little shrewd and capable.

Being able to help Zhao take care of a few shops and never make a mistake shows that she is still a little capable.

When he walked, he limped because he had only a wounded leg.

"Since it's inconvenient for my mother to walk, why don't you call the people around me and make a cane for my mother?"

Mother Sun led Song Jin into the embroidery room, but she was limping when she walked, and Song Jin was worried that she would fall, so she asked curiously.

Seeing Song Jin asking, Mother Sun stopped, turned around and replied to Song Jin behind her.

"The second girl doesn't know, if the old woman uses crutches, I'm afraid that she will have to rely on that kind of play for the rest of her life, and the old woman can walk. Now that the old woman's legs and feet still have to move, why should she rely on such things? The second girl's kindness, the old woman understood it. ”

After the words fell, Mother Sun made another big gift to Song Jin.

After entering the embroidery room, Song Jin found that there was a big difference between here and outside.

Zhao's embroidery room is the shop that Zhao married to the Song family and followed to marry.

This shop was the mother of the Zhao family, and Mrs. Qin married to the Zhao family as the dowry, and it was the largest of the Qin family's several embroidery workshops.

The Zhao family married into the Song family, and Mrs. Qin gave this shop to the Zhao family, worried that the Zhao family would be angry in the Song family in the future, if there was a shop that could make money, the Song family would not embarrass the Zhao family too much when they saw the shop.

It's a pity that Mrs. Qin thinks too much, Zhao and Daddy Song are a couple of old husbands and wives who have been in love for more than ten years.

Father Song did not accept concubines or aunts, which is also related to the love between the Zhao family.

Mother Sun led Song Jin to the inner hall, and Zeng Xiuniang, the housekeeper of the embroidery room, walked out and helped Mother Sun entertain Song Jin.

Zeng Xiuniang's age looks like she is in her forties, but there are no wrinkles on her face, let alone wrinkles, even the skin looks white and tender.

Because Song Jin came for the first time, Zeng Xiuniang had never seen Song Jin, and after the introduction of Sun's mother, Zeng Xiuniang knew that the girl in front of her was the second girl of the owner's family, and the young owner of the embroidery house in the future.

Zeng Xiuniang gave Song Jin a gift according to the rules, and then wanted to invite Song Jin into the inner courtyard to drink tea.

Song Jin looked at the furnishings in the inner hall, there were seven or eight shelves in the inner hall, and on each layer of the shelves were placed different colors, bright and bright brocade cloth, which was obviously a sample that the embroidery girls had just knitted.

After Zeng Xiuniang saw it, checked it, and confirmed that it was correct, it was mass-produced.

If one or two of these samples are unqualified, then these brocade fabrics woven this time must be re-selected in color, selected in pattern, and then woven.

Weaving is not as easy as it seems.

A brocade horse eight feet long and six feet wide, but it takes a skilled embroiderer to weave it for several days day and night before it can be completed.

If there is a slight mistake, then the efforts spent in the past few days will be in vain.

Seeing that Song Jin didn't speak, he walked to the shelf, opened a few brocades and looked at them, thinking that Song Jin was going to ask something, so he said first.

"Girl, these Yunjin are all embroidery girls in the embroidery room, and they were rushed out for a few days. A fur merchant from the north ordered 3,000 horses of cloud brocade from the embroidery workshop, all of which were to be of the best colors, bright colors, and to use the skill of picking flowers. ”

"After discussing with a few old embroiderers in the embroidery room, I knitted these samples. Originally, it was going to be sent to the mansion for the lady to see for herself, but we have been busy these days, and this matter has been delayed. ”

Listening to Zeng Xiuniang said, Song Jin gently flipped a few pieces of cloud brocade, the style looks good, and the skills are also very exquisite, but the color of this fabric is very monotonous.

Even though she used warp threads to pick flowers, when she touched them just now, she found that the silk threads used in the places where she picked flowers were not consistent with the fabrics in other places.

Since it is used as a warp to pick flowers, the silk thread used to pick flowers should be consistent with the fabric.

If it is inconsistent, you will find that the place where the warp picks the flowers is a little rough, and it looks like it was forcibly made in order to rush the work in the later stage.

Since Zeng Xiuniang said that these brocade cloths should be handed over to the mansion for the Zhao family, she didn't have to say anything to that Zeng Xiuniang and point out their mistakes.

"These cloud brocades are really good, but on this pick of flowers, a few embroidery girls have to work hard. When picking flowers, this hand is not allowed to be stained with sweat, if it is stained with sweat, the silk thread is easy to break. ”

When Song Jin said this, Mother Sun and Zeng Xiuniang on the side had surprised expressions on their faces.

They knew that the second girl in front of them was a master embroiderer and a textile master. But I didn't expect that she also had a unique study of picking flowers.

After seeing the cloud brocade on the shelves in the inner hall, Song Jin wanted to take a look at the shop outside to see what this embroidery room was mainly about.

If you only sell Yunjin this kind of product, there are so many shops on this Siping Street, and cloth shops abound. Who doesn't sell Yunjin? Even if you don't produce Yunjin, you can buy it from other places and sell it in the store.

Although Siping Street comes from south to north, there are many people who come to wholesale with merchants, but in such a small embroidery workshop as their family, where can they compete with others?

Sure enough, as Song Jin expected, this embroidery workshop does not only sell the brocade of Yunjin.

There are also Shu brocade, makeup brocade, green smoke luo, fragrant cloud yarn, water yarn, Hangzhou silk and other kinds of silk and satin, Song Jin in those silk and satin cloth, all of a sudden dazzled.

She had grown so big, and she had never seen such a wide variety of satin cloths.

Those fragrant cloud yarns are hung on the wooden shelves of the shop, and when they are touched, they are warm to the touch, and they are as thin as nothing when worn on the body.

If her memory is correct, this fragrant cloud yarn is a treasure of Lingnan and the most prestigious textile in the Pearl River Delta.

Seeing the legendary Xiangyun yarn, Song Jin turned around and asked Zeng Xiuniang behind him.

"Zeng Xiuniang, this fragrant cloud yarn was also woven by you?"

Zeng Xiuniang didn't expect that she, the young owner, also knew Xiangyun yarn, so she replied with a smile.

"Girl, we don't have the ability to weave this fragrant cloud yarn, a merchant from the Pearl River put this fragrant cloud yarn here and sold it on consignment. At the end of the year, we will invite merchants to check the books with us and distribute dividends to them. ”

Of course, in a place like Jingshi, how can it be possible to weave Xiangyun yarn, even if it is the grey cloth of Xiangyun yarn, dyeing and finishing is a difficult thing to compare.

Xiangyun yarn dyeing and finishing is a very seasonal industry, only summer and autumn are the most suitable, and only the aborigines near the Pearl River, will be blessed with this unique skill, if you miss this time, the harvest of the year is in vain.

I heard Zeng Xiuniang say that this fragrant cloud yarn was consigned in her shop, and at the end of the year, the merchants would be called to come over to share dividends.

So isn't it going to make a fortune doing business on Siping Street?

Thinking of this, Song Jin's heart was already happy, but his face was still plain.