The ribbon-cutting ceremony naturally featured the presence of many prominent figures, and many people were quite curious about Han Xuri.

After all, not many Japanese people have seen Han Xu.

The magistrate's respectful demeanor before Han Xuri further piqued the curiosity of the onlookers.

"What is the identity of that young master in the middle? Why does even the county magistrate treat him with such respect? Oh my, he's strangely handsome."

"Indeed. When has our county magistrate ever been so lacking in dignity?"

That's really strange. Is his status even higher than our county magistrate's?

"Is there any need to guess? He must be of even higher status. Is he the son of the prefect?"

Various speculations arose, but the noise was relatively low.

While the onlookers gossiped, they kept a close eye on the main characters as they made their cuts.

I heard that after the ribbon-cutting ceremony, they will sprinkle candy and lucky money.

Otherwise, instead of just gathering here to watch the excitement, you might as well go and gather more pig feed so you can fatten up your pigs at home.

After the firecrackers crackled and popped, everyone took their positions, and as soon as the scissors were cut, someone would take the cut flower ball and put it in the designated basket.

Immediately afterwards, the wealthy families and the workers from the soy sauce workshop filed in.

Some people visited, while others went to their respective posts.

Huang led the group ahead, explaining as they walked what each room was for.

At the entrance, there is a room on each side, with the words "Changing Room" clearly written on it.

I asked Mrs. Huang and learned that it was where the workers changed their clothes and shoes every day when they came in.

Make sure that all the clothes you wear are clean and hygienic.

The clothes here are taken away by a special old woman to be washed every day and then hung back up.

Each person's clothes will also have their name embroidered on them.

Huang casually took a few pairs of straw sandals from the shelf next to him and asked everyone to put them on.

Taking off one's shoes in public is considered impolite, especially for women, as it is believed to damage their reputation if they expose their feet.

Han Xuri, Magistrate Qiu, the village head, and others all expressed their surprise.

"Hey, a real man doesn't concern himself with trifles. It's only you city folks and educated people who care about these things."

It's shameful to show your feet.

Where would a farmer's son or a poor person get the money to make shoes?

Not to mention they didn't even have a pair of cloth socks. And not everyone was barefoot, wearing these straw sandals.

When planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields, there is no distinction between men and women.

They went into the fields barefoot, their calves exposed, to plant rice seedlings and pull weeds.

There's no need for so much talk. Anyone who dares to say it's a loss of reputation would probably be extinct.

Huang's words left the men speechless.

The village headman came just to make his presence known.

"Madam Zhao, you are mistaken. How could it have come to the point of extinction?"

Huang glanced at the village head; to outsiders, it was just a glance, but the village head felt it was a blatant mockery.

"This needs to be considered from two perspectives. What happens to a woman who loses her reputation?"

They either hanged themselves, became monks and nuns, or, worst of all, were secretly drowned in a pond by their families.

If all the women die out, who will have children? What is this if not extinction?

Furthermore, if women are all particular about not showing their teeth when they smile and not showing their feet when they walk, and never leave the house, who will do the work in the fields?

There wasn't much production to begin with. After deducting land tax and rent to landlords, how much grain would be left?

Without food, people will starve to death. If all the farmers starve to death, then you well-read gentlemen and ladies will be left. In the end, won't you all starve to death just like the farmers?

Tell me, isn't this genus extinction?

Therefore, there is no distinction between men and women when I work here, but there is a saying about avoiding suspicion.

The left side is the men's changing room, and the right side is the women's changing room.

The purpose of changing into these straw sandals is to prevent dirt from getting into the workshop.

This food workshop is different from other clothing and footwear workshops.

Even a speck of dust or a single hair inside is a big deal.

Look, I almost forgot, I told you all to wear hats.

Then, Huang took out several oddly shaped hats made of fabric from a drawer.

They distributed one to everyone, and I also took one and put it on my head.

After making sure all her hair was hidden inside the hat, she pulled the drawstring at the top of the hat to make sure it was tight enough for her, then tied a knot. The old woman was ready.

Then I watched as these grown men who came in for a visit put on hats and changed their shoes.

As for their clothes, they weren't given a change. They were only allowed to walk on the small path in the middle of the factory.

As for the reason, Huang didn't say, and who would dare to ask? He would just give the other person a meaningful look.

Okay, all the men shut up.

Huang explained as he walked.

Soon, the tour of the entire factory was completed, and then everyone was led out quickly.

As these people walked out, two old women followed closely behind.

He was carrying a strangely shaped bucket; a normal bucket is round, but his was flat, with one end larger than the other.

There was a stick inside. When you lifted the stick, you saw that the end in the water was tied with many strips of cloth.

Each time, dip one end of the cloth strip in water, take it out and squeeze it in the groove on one side of the bucket, then start mopping the floor.

Han Xuri, being an observant person, naturally noticed it and asked, "What is that?"

Huang glanced at it,

"That mop is specifically for wiping the floor."

This is a place we use for cooking. It's not really appropriate to use your hands to wipe the floor with a rag, so we had this specially made.

The floor is cleaned so my hands don't get dirty.

Han Xuri nodded, wondering if he should get some of these for his own home. After all, cleaning the house or restaurant is always a hassle.

It was all wiped by the maids and servants squatting on the ground with rags.

This person is afraid of making connections. If there weren't enough people in the house to do the chores, wouldn't the woman have to go and cook right after wiping the floor?

Just thinking about it makes me feel nauseous.

Of course, no one knew the turmoil raging in Han Xuri's heart.

After the tour, everyone left praising the factory's comprehensive facilities and cleanliness.

Mrs. Huang simply smiled. She knew the factory like the back of her hand better than anyone.

"Wine and drinks have been prepared in my humble abode. Please make your way there."

Huang led the way, and when they reached the factory gate, they saw her own Zhao Qinghe running towards them with her daughter, Da Ya. Da Ya was holding a piece of candy in her little hand.

You can tell from the candy wrapper that it was sprinkled today.

When Daya saw Huang Shi, she reached out her little hands for a hug.

"Great-Grandma, have some candy. Da Ya snatched it, she's so clever."

Mrs. Huang smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Oh my, my eldest daughter is so clever! Great-Grandma ate it, so what will I eat?"

Daya opened her little mouth, "Yes, Daya has."