"The white silk is light and transparent, warm and lustrous." Fu Yuchi only had a rough impression. Round fans were objects that women played with. When he was young, he was not good enough at riding and archery, so he had no time to study this.

Sun Miao'er then realized that she only had a superficial understanding of the weaving process. Her previous experience with plant dyeing was at most accidental and coincidental, but when it came to the intricacies of the industry, she knew very little.

To be precise, she only possessed knowledge that the people here did not have, but her foundation was lacking and her knowledge base was weak. She still needed to understand the basic weaving techniques and then combine them with what she knew to make improvements.

The butler led them to the guest rooms. Sun Miao'er and Wang Xueru were assigned to two rooms in the west wing, while Fu Yuchi stayed in the room in the east wing.

Sun Miao'er stepped into the room. Although it was a guest room, every corner was spotless and meticulously cleaned. All the decorations reflected the host's hospitality.

The colors are rather dull and rustic, and the decorations are all old objects that are not in fashion, with no innovation whatsoever.

Because the Wei family has been in the weaving business for generations, most of the books on the bookshelf are related to weaving and textiles.

Sun Miao'er smiled with satisfaction. It was exactly what she needed. She was just worried about not having a place to catch up on her knowledge, and now the books had arrived.

She took a book from the bookshelf, casually flipped through a few pages, and it was about how to raise silkworms, without mentioning weaving techniques.

The remaining books introduced the silk reeling process and commonly used textile spinning tools. She quickly skimmed through them and memorized the contents.

However, there is one thing she is certain of now: Yingzhou is located in the south and enjoys favorable conditions in terms of timing, location, and people. Therefore, the silk products produced in Yingzhou are of the best quality, pure white and translucent, without any impurities, and the silk production from silkworm cocoons is also higher than in other places.

The descriptions in books are only general; to truly understand weaving techniques, one must visit local workshops in person.

The next morning.

Sun Miao'er had been wanting to go and investigate in person, but she was unfamiliar with the place and the people there. What if they refused to let her learn from them?

After hesitating for a long time, she bypassed the cobblestone path and went straight to the east wing.

I knocked three times on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"Master?" she called out tentatively.

He didn't ask anyone to come over, but now he's asking for their help. He's incredibly shameless.

But how can someone who does great things not be a little thick-skinned?

Sun Miao'er felt awkward no matter how she thought about it. If no one inside agreed, she should go by herself.

Just as she was about to leave, the door suddenly opened.

Fu Yuchi stood in front of her, his long hair loose and flowing over his shoulders, his black hair like a waterfall, as shiny as satin, and his face still looked sleepy.

Sun Miao'er then realized that she had disturbed his sleep and explained, "It's alright, Master, you can continue sleeping."

"Wait for me a moment." Fu Yuchi said and then closed the door.

A faint sound came from inside, but Sun Miao'er was still stuck in the scene from just now, unable to forget it.

Aside from her loose black hair, what immediately catches her eye is her slightly loosened inner garment, revealing the graceful curve of her neck and even the faint outline of her chest muscles.

She even suspected that he did it on purpose.

Just as she was trying her best to calm her thoughts, the door inside suddenly opened again.

"Didn't you say it would be a quarter of an hour? It's done so quickly?" Sun Miao'er still felt her ears burning, hoping that her face wasn't red and that no one would notice.

Ultimately, it was my own abruptness that led to this.

Fu Yuchi laughed and said, "I'm not a young lady, so I don't need to dress up."

"Did I disturb my master's peaceful sleep?"

Sun Miao'er followed behind him, taking small steps, but not daring to walk in front of him, and asked in a low voice.

Fu Yuchi suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, her expression gentle. "No, I just woke up late today. I had nothing to do, so I slept in."

"Where to now?"

He added another sentence.

Sun Miao'er answered truthfully, "I want to go to the village to see the silk reeling and weaving workshops in person. Maybe there will be a place where I can use them."

"So, you've figured out the technique for making white raw yarn?" His tone was very gentle, showing great patience.

Sun Miao'er shrugged and forced a smile, "It's not that easy. Everyone says that white silk fabric is a lost art, but I think if we can find a way to imitate white silk fabric, it would be good to make something similar."

"Alright, let's go take a look."

Because she got up early and had already been tired from yesterday's journey, Sun Miao'er didn't want to drag Wang Xueru along as well. She figured it wouldn't be too late to wait until she had made all the necessary preparations.

Dahuai Village is different from Fushui Village. Fushui Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, making it isolated from the world and extremely inconvenient to get in and out. Dahuai Village, on the other hand, has focused on developing agriculture and sericulture since ancient times because of its advantageous location on the canal.

Besides farming, the people here either raise silkworms or work in workshops. In short, it's much better than being at the mercy of the weather in Fushui Village.

As a prominent family in Dahuai Village, the Wei family's residence was located in the very center of the village. Once outside the Wei residence, one could see a wide road.

It's more like a small market town than a village.

If you walk a little further down the main road, you'll find vendors hawking their wares. Compared to the morning market in Fushui Village, which only has an opening on even-numbered days, Dahuai Village is much more lively.

Moreover, because people are well-off, peddlers often prefer this place.

Sure enough, early in the morning, Sun Miao'er saw several peddlers standing by the roadside. Compared to the scene in Fushui Village where villagers would flock to the peddlers when they arrived, the business of the peddlers here seemed much more bleak.

It's probably because the competition is too fierce.

"Hey, miss, want some rouge? Look, it's all the latest stuff from the city!"

Therefore, compared to the peddlers in Fushui Village, the peddlers here work even harder, and they basically take the initiative to shout and attract customers.

Sun Miao'er had only taken two steps when she was stopped by a peddler. She glanced down into the peddler's bamboo basket and saw that it was full of cosmetics and other women's products. It seemed that the peddler and his men were selling different things.

Sun Miao'er waved her hand and declined, saying, "No need."

"Give me a box."

Fu Yuchi took out some silver from her sleeve, handed it to the vendor, and took the rouge.

"Master, what is this?" Sun Miao'er stared at the box of rouge. She never used such things. She knew that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Once you got used to it, you would have to use it every day.

Fu Yuchi opened the rouge box, rubbed some into her palm, and said, "This color suits you."

Indeed, she was growing more and more like a young lady. Fu Yuchi still remembered the night he first met her. She was thin and small, standing in the wind, looking like she was caught in a dilemma.

Then, her gaze became more resolute, her decisions more decisive, and she became more and more like an adult.

Thankfully, she still called him "Master," but he felt he hadn't taught her anything.