"You've just melted, let's go." Lin Song urged with a smile.

Wait until you return to the Mingxin Pavilion.

Let Xiangling study the ink and think about it by herself. Write out the idea of a joke just now.

I even looked at the map and finalized the approximate location and shape of the factory.

Where the thread is spun, where the cloth is woven, where the pulp is washed and dyed.

Designing clothing, tailoring, sewing.

Outmoded conventions.

Lin Song's writing is clear

Chapter 110 of "The Strength of the Red Mansion is Like a Song" The virtuous nephew said that he is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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