After hearing what Su Qingluan said, Aunt Zhang curled her lips slightly and a faint smile appeared on her face: "I can pay, but the money also has conditions."

Su Qingluan was not surprised at all: how could there be a pie falling from the sky? If there was, there would probably be a trap on the ground at the same time.

So she nodded, stood up and bowed: "Serving customers is my natural job. As long as there is anything I can do, I will do my best!" Of course, being unreasonable is absolutely not allowed, but a sincere attitude is very important.

Aunt Zhang nodded and said, "Of course I won't force you. But if you can guarantee the quality of the finished product, it's not impossible to get one or two gold coins for each jar." As she spoke, she took out a purse from her bosom.

This purse was different from the ones Su Qingluan had seen before, which were made of coarse cloth or ordinary silk embroidery. The satin looked green, but when it was illuminated by the light from the window pane, it could produce a color gradient from emerald green to dark green. From this, it could be seen that the material of this purse was exquisite.

Su Qingluan lowered her head and took the purse. She was not in a hurry to open the contents, but only exclaimed in admiration: "The pattern of hundreds of butterflies flying through the flowers is so beautifully embroidered!"

Zhang Ma's eyes lit up with a hint of smile when she heard this, but she wasn't particularly moved. "Why, young lady, are you interested in needlework?"

Su Qingluan shook her head generously: "The real embroidery master is my mother. I'm afraid that if you catch a cricket and let it jump a few times on the embroidery cloth, it can still embroider three times more neatly than mine."

Perhaps it was the first time she had heard such a vulgar yet vivid metaphor. Aunt Zhang was so amused that she couldn't help but pull out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose and laughed for a long time. Only then did she catch her breath and scolded, "Since you don't know needlework, how can you tell good from bad?"

Su Qingluan knew that the other party didn't care and just regarded her as a vulgar girl from a small family who was not worthy of being on the stage. She didn't care and continued:

"Then whether I eat delicious food or not doesn't necessarily mean I have to farm and raise livestock, right? Furthermore, every butterfly in this embroidery has a different movement and angle, and every flower is unique. Even the stamens and butterfly antennae are outlined. It's clear that the embroiderer is a diligent observer and very meticulous."

After hearing what Su Qingluan said, Aunt Zhang's smile deepened a little - this purse was not from another family, but was sewn by her daughter who also worked as an embroiderer in the Xie Mansion.

Of course, the servants were not allowed to use the "Liu Guang" fabric; the purse was a gift from Old Lady Xie. Of course, Zhang Ma was proud to hear her daughter's embroidery skills praised.

At this time, Zhang Ma gave the purse away to express her sincerity of "cooperation" from another level.

Originally, Aunt Zhang thought that she needed to make this point clear herself, but looking at the current situation, although Su Qingluan was a crude and unpresentable girl, she was also quite clever.

Aunt Zhang sighed, "I never thought that Madam Su had such good eyesight at such a young age."

Su Qingluan shook her head: "It's just that my mother is very good at embroidering these patterns."

After hearing this, Aunt Zhang felt a little awkward: How can a country woman like you be compared with the embroiderer carefully trained by the Marquis's Mansion?

However, she certainly wouldn't say such a petty thing when the two parties were seeking cooperation, as it would upset the other party. She just said something else: "This is a silver note for five hundred taels of silver. If it's genuine, you can go and verify its authenticity. It will be considered a deposit."

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Auntie Zhang is so bold. She can confidently hand over such a large deposit to a little girl like me without even signing a single word of the contract."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang said in a loud voice: "Of course our Marquis' Mansion has the confidence to do this." Otherwise, Old Lady Xie would not have sent only her, a maid, to handle this matter.

To put it bluntly, this level of incident is indeed "not a big deal" for the Marquis' Mansion.

Su Qingluan understood what Aunt Zhang meant—the Xie family held a noble title, so they held a high position. The old marquis's legitimate son, Xie Zi'an's biological father, was the prefect, the immediate superior of Huaxi Village and Lefeng County, and therefore held considerable power.

In this case, Su Qingluan would have to be extremely brave and willing to become a bandit alone, regardless of the life and death of her family, to do such a stupid thing as to harm such a family.

However, she was very clear-headed. To put it bluntly, she wanted the money, and it seemed that the Xie family wanted her jam - she just didn't know whether it was a favor or something else.

In short, both sides get what they need.