“Of course not,” Sun Miao’er said, “It’s just that my parents passed away early, and I have an elderly grandmother at home. My trip here has already caused her enough worry. If I stay in Dahuai Village, she definitely won’t agree.”

Sun Miao'er was afraid that if she spoke too harshly in front of the Wei family, Wei Rongchang would lose face, so she had to come up with a tactful reason to deal with it.

After hearing this explanation, Wei Rongchang, even though he desperately wanted Sun Miao'er to stay, could no longer insist.

Seeing his elder brother being humiliated by a country girl, Wei Rongzheng finally seized the opportunity to vent his anger. "Miss Sun's skills are so good, our workshop is too small to accommodate her. Brother, don't you think so?"

"Rongzheng, say less and no one will think you're mute!" Old Master Wei spoke up, scolding his youngest son.

Wei Rongzheng just smiled, looking like a rogue, leaned back in his chair, held a wine glass in his hand, and drank several mouthfuls.

Wei Rongchang didn't argue with him and turned to Sun Miao'er, saying, "Since that's the case, I'll have to trouble Miss Sun these days. Don't worry, Miss Sun, I have a tutor and plenty of rooms in my house. Your two younger brothers can stay here. It's not too late to make plans after we finish this batch of goods."

Sun Miao'er naturally understood what he meant and asked him to give her some more time to think it over. However, no matter how long she thought about it, she would never stay and work for the Wei family.

The banquet was rather bland, and by the time it ended, it was quite late. Apart from Wei Rongchang, the rest of the Wei family members were all completely drunk. Old Master Wei, feeling ashamed, instructed his family members to take them home.

The next few days passed peacefully. Xiao Ning and Xiao Man followed the teacher of the Wei family to study. Sun Miao'er went to the workshop during the day to learn the craft with Yun Niang and to instruct the Wei family's workers on dyeing and drying cloth. When she came back at night, she had to study related knowledge for a while.

"Xue Ru, take a look at these colors, which one should we use?" Sun Miao'er asked Wang Xue Ru to come over, and then she made a few color tests so that Wang Xue Ru could decide on the final version.

Wang Xueru walked around the pieces of cloth twice, looking troubled, and said, "Miao'er, I find them all very attractive, I really can't choose one!"

She bit her lip, thought for a while, and picked up a dark red one. "This color suits my godmother's fair skin."

Everything is ready, just waiting for Yunniang to finish weaving the white yarn. Yesterday she asked Yunniang, and Yunniang said it was time to wrap it up.

The workshop was busiest in the morning when suddenly there was a rapid knocking at the door. The sound could be heard clearly from the front yard to the back yard.

The workers heard this and rushed to the front yard.

"Let's go see." Sun Miao'er pulled Wang Xueru along to the front yard to see what had happened.

Someone is banging on the door!

The workers held the door shut with their bodies, while the pounding on it from the outside grew increasingly fierce.

It wasn't knocking, it was banging on the door; no wonder it was making such a racket.

"What's going on?" Sun Miao'er asked the worker next to her.

The worker waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I heard there was a problem with last month's goods, and they came knocking on our door."

"Open the door! Your Wei family deserves an explanation today! Open the door!"

With a loud banging on the door, people outside shouted; judging from the sound, it was a group of people.

The workshop manager was frantically directing operations from the front, shouting, "You go up and hold them off! Have you gone to fetch the boss yet? We can't hold them off any longer!"

"We've already sent someone to invite them."

Yunniang stood beside Sun Miao'er with a grave expression, muttering to herself, "Is there a problem with the goods?"

Last month's shipments had nothing to do with her; the shipments she was responsible for hadn't even been delivered this month yet.

But now that this has happened, as the head chef of the workshop, she certainly can't escape responsibility.

"If you don't open the door, we'll report you to the authorities for fraud and deception, and see how your Wei family will ever be able to stand in Pingnan City again!" the man outside threatened.

Seeing that things were not going well, Sun Miao'er advised Yunniang, "Let's open the door first. If they force their way in and hurt the workers, it will be hard to explain. Hiding like this is not a solution."

Her words were exactly what Yunniang wanted to hear. Yunniang nodded and said, "Manager, let them in."

Although the manager was in a difficult position, he couldn't stop them any longer. He waved his hand, and the workers left.

As soon as the workers left, the workshop door was violently kicked open, nearly knocking it over.

The newcomers looked menacing, carrying long sticks, as if they were ready to fight.

"What's going on here? Let's talk this out, everyone!" The manager, fearing something might go wrong, quickly stepped forward and tried to smooth things over.

The leader was a man with a mustache. Without saying a word, the man with the mustache shoved the steward aside and shouted, "Where's Wei Rongchang? Get out here!"

"We've already sent someone to invite our boss." The steward rubbed his backside, which had bumped against the door, and didn't dare to go forward to stop them anymore.

Yunniang stepped out from the crowd, her eyes showing no fear. "Brother, we're all business people, why resort to violence?"

"Where did you come from, you woman? Who gave you the right to talk to me?" the mustachioed man yelled.

Yunniang's eyes were bright, and she replied in a loud voice, "I am the master craftsman in the workshop."

"Oh?" The mustache twitched. "Has Wei Rongchang changed his ways? He actually put a woman in charge? No wonder the Wei family only makes this kind of garbage to fool people. What can a woman possibly do!"

His words angered the spinning women in the workshop, but they dared not speak out.

Yunniang was neither afraid of him nor angry. She explained, "You're wrong. In our workshop, weaving is mainly done by female spinners. There have always been very few male workers. Not to mention that the goods nowadays are made by women, even the goods from decades ago were made by female spinners."

"Besides, I wasn't in charge of last month's goods; they were handled by Master Chen Laowu. Now that Master Chen is gone, and the boss values ​​me, I naturally have to take on this responsibility."

The man with the mustache threw down his stick and strode forward arrogantly, towering over Yunniang by a full head. "Oh? You'll take responsibility? Tell me how you're going to take responsibility. Are you planning to pay off your debt with your body? Tsk tsk tsk, not bad looking, just a bit too old..."

"Smack—!"

Before the man with the mustache could finish speaking, Sun Miao'er raised her hand and left five bright red handprints on his face.

The man with the mustache covered his face and stared at Yunniang in disbelief. In front of everyone, he had actually been hit by a woman. "You, you dare to hit me?"

"You spoke rudely on Wei's turf, shouldn't I hit you? What, if you're not satisfied, you can hit me back." Sun Miao'er met the man's fiery eyes. His skin was really thick, thicker than pigskin. Her palms hurt from the blow.

The man with the mustache covered his face. Although he had brought his own men, the Wei family also had many, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He took two steps back and asked, "And where did you come from? How come the Wei family is now run by women?"