In order to prevent herself from making mistakes when putting on clothes tomorrow, Su Qingluan decided to try them on today. In case the size is not suitable, she can ask Yang to help her modify it or think of some way to cover it up.

Yang also agreed, after all, this was safer.

In fact, before Su Qingluan opened the whole dress, she was a little worried that the style might be too luxurious or complicated. This kind of dress is really beautiful, but it is also really troublesome.

Facts have proven that when someone like Zhang Ma really wants to put in the effort to prepare a gift, she must have considered every aspect. Naturally, what Su Qingluan was worried about did not happen.

Aunt Zhang prepared an apricot-red jacket for Su Qingluan, and a crimson eight-ripped skirt. The round-necked blouse inside and the shawl outside were both light apricot. As for the belt, although it was off-white, if you took it out and held it in your hands and looked at it carefully, you could see the slightly shiny dark patterns.

The round-necked shirt has narrow sleeves, and the shawl is not a floor-length style. In comparison, it is more like a way to prevent the jacket from getting your arms cold, so it is matched like this. Holding it in the crook of your arm will not affect your movements at all.

Su Qingluan took out the embroidered shoes. These were not the pointed-toe shoes she had imagined. Those shoes had very precise requirements for walking posture and even pace. If one was not properly trained, it would often lead to the entire shoe being exposed while walking, or even causing embarrassing situations such as tripping.

People like Su Qingluan, who have to work hard to make a living all day, obviously don't have the time to train in etiquette, so what Zhang Ma prepared was not the kind of pointed-toe shoes, but very ordinary embroidered shoes with thousand-layer soles, which on the surface looked no different from ordinary shoes.

However, these shoes are very different from the ones Su Qingluan usually wears. Not to mention the particularly soft and warm touch, the embroidery alone can tell that these shoes are of extraordinary cost.

Aunt Zhang even thoughtfully gave her some jewelry - not any eye-catching pearls or gems, but simple pearls and silk flowers. The pearl jewelry was simple in style, and the silk flowers were all brightly colored, such as lavender and goose yellow, which were just right for young girls.

Su Qingluan put on the whole set of clothes, combed her hair into a more common double-ring bun, and walked out.

"Wow! Sister, you look so beautiful in this outfit!" Su Xueyan smiled in surprise and ran over to hug Su Qingluan's thighs, looking up at her, "Sister, you've turned into a fairy!"

Although Su Qingluan was not as thin-skinned as a real little girl, she still felt a little embarrassed when her younger sister praised her so frankly.

But it was obvious that the outfit Su Qingluan was wearing really suited her. Because Su Qingluan had been so busy and had been ill for a while, the baby fat on her face had gone away. Her cute face had become more delicate, with clearer and more eye-catching features.

This set of clothes is warm in color and looks healthy. Su Qingluan has fair skin, so it covers up her pale face that was caused by illness.

The simple pearl silk flower headdress on her head also adds a touch of embellishment to her originally smooth hair like silk, making her look delicate and lively.

Not to mention Su Xueyan and Yang, even the usually taciturn Su Guangfu nodded, and the always arrogant Su Xuanhe awkwardly expressed his appreciation: "Looking at it this way, you really do look like the daughter of one of those wealthy families."

Su Qingluan smiled secretly: Oh, after just a few days in school, she already knows the word "lady".

Then, the bratty kid slowly added, "If you don't speak or move."

Su Qingluan rolled her eyes: "The last half of the sentence is really redundant."

"Look, look," Su Xuanhe said with an expression of "as expected." "A lady from a wealthy family wouldn't roll her eyes like that!"

"Tsk, as if you have seen a rich lady." Su Qingluan stretched out her hand to pinch the tip of her brother's nose.

"Although I haven't seen it, but the teacher said that books contain golden houses and beautiful women..."

"Yan Ruyu is bullshit," Su Qingluan sneered. "At such a young age, you're already dreaming of Yan Ruyu and a wealthy family. Didn't your teacher teach you the meaning of 'One must be indifferent to fame and wealth in order to achieve clarity of ambition'?"

It was obvious that the seven-year-old Su Xuanhe had not yet come into contact with Zhuge Liang's "Admonitions for My Son" and his face was full of confusion.

Su Qingluan pretended a little, then turned around contentedly to prepare for tomorrow's affairs - she did not forget that tomorrow's clothes and etiquette were trivial matters, and the important thing was to gain more benefits for herself and the villagers.

But she didn't feel panicked, because both parties knew that although the Xie family seemed powerful, they wanted to discuss business, not make enemies, and the most important key to whether this deal could be concluded was the recipe for the fruit jam.

As long as no one in the Xie Mansion across the street can read memories or has any superpowers like mind reading, the other party will definitely not know about Su Qingluan's new formula, some new packaging, and supporting marketing methods.

For people of this era, Su Qingluan's fruit jam is advanced beyond its time, both in terms of packaging and taste.

Just as modern people are used to strong flavors and find it difficult to return to light flavors, Su Qingluan also believes that after the "flavor baptism" of the complex-flavored fruit jam she carefully prepared, the tongues of the dignitaries of this era will not be able to adapt to the rough fruit jam that is simply made by mashing and boiling fruits and adding some rock sugar at most.

As long as these people can realize how irreplaceable "Su Ji"'s fruit jam is, they will generously pay money to satisfy their taste buds - after all, although a jar of fruit jam costs one or two gold coins, such a price is a sky-high price for Su Qingluan, but for those wealthy people who spend money like water all day long, it is just a drop in the bucket.

Originally, Su Qingluan might have been worried that the Xie family might use their power to force the Su family to sign some unfair terms, but Su Qingluan was very sure that if it really came to that, Mu Xingzhi would definitely intervene.

This protection of the Su family does not come from some intangible things like "trust" or "affection", but from Su Qingluan giving Mu Xingzhi enough bargaining chips.

For example, sketching—ever since artists grasped the importance of perspective, this method of painting based on a one-to-one scale was quickly adopted. Su Qingluan was fortunate enough to see a particularly precise drawing of a weapon's parts—of course, the entire drawing couldn't be fully displayed to an "outsider" like her.

Even so, Su Qingluan knew that Mu Xingzhi and those painters understood the important use of sketching techniques - the evidence was that everyone's enthusiasm for learning was very high.

Therefore, even if it is judged by the "value" of talent, Su Qingluan is absolutely confident that Mu Xingzhi will not disregard his own safety.