After listening to Han Xuri's account, Xu Dongsheng remained silent for a long time.

When he spoke again, he said, "Brother, if you have the chance to go back to the capital, please take me to pay respects to Mother."

Han Xuri was very excited, "Little brother, are you going to reveal your identity?"

Xu Dongsheng nodded.

"Yes, that disgusting whole family is dead, why shouldn't I acknowledge them as my relatives?"

The two brothers got completely drunk that night.

Zhao Qingyan, unaware that the money had arrived, was at home giving Zhao Qingyang and Zhao Qingyi physics and chemistry lessons.

She now wishes she could kill her past self.

Why did he have to be so sarcastic and say that he could be a tutor for his two younger brothers?

Faced with two genius-level younger brothers, Zhao Qingyan had no choice but to grit her teeth and accept it.

Although she was considered a top student in school, she studied humanities.

In the years since I traveled back to ancient times, I've been constantly thinking about making money and busy with all sorts of things.

I've almost forgotten everything I learned before.

Who would have thought that the fairy-like girl of the past is now writing lesson plans for her two younger brothers, with her hair a complete mess.

She collected quite a few books, but there were very few textbooks among them, practically none.

Therefore, when you ask someone to recall knowledge they once learned, it still feels so distant.

Where to begin, how to get started—that's a tricky question.

Aside from recalling some memorable moments, Zhao Qingyan decided to let loose and be herself.

Anyway, there's not much to do here.

Zhao Qingyan then followed her two younger brothers around all day, and whenever they did something, she would casually mention it.

Although the explanation wasn't very thorough, and there was even a lot of repetition, the two younger brothers were able to grasp it immediately and apply it to other situations.

They even recorded what they had learned and compiled it into a book.

Zhao Qingyan strongly suspected that her two younger brothers had traveled from the future, and that she was the original inhabitant.

When Han Xuri arrived in Davar and saw the sewing machine that Zhao Qingyang had made by hand,

Words cannot describe his overwhelming excitement.

"This...this can be made into clothes?"

After asking his question, Han Xuri realized how foolish he had been.

If it's unusable, why send him a letter?

Zhao Qingyan brought Zhao Qingyang and Zhao Qingyi with her to this negotiation.

She didn't want her two younger brothers to just study by rote and become bookworms.

It's always good to broaden one's horizons early on.

"Of course you can make clothes, otherwise why would I have called you here?"

Zhao Qingyan said quite bluntly.

Han Xuri wasn't angry. He chuckled; he knew his younger sister-in-law had a bad temper.

At her sister's instruction, Zhao Qingyang took fabrics of different thicknesses.

From the lightest silk to the heaviest felt, everything can be sewn together smoothly.

Moreover, the stitches are even and smooth, and the speed is extremely fast.

This made Han Xuri extremely excited.

Since this useful item exists, I must try it out myself.

Squeezing past Zhao Qingyang in front of the sewing machine, he also picked up the fabric, seemingly wanting to try it out.

Zhao Qingyang was clearly a meticulous person.

They taught Han Xuri how to operate the sewing machine little by little.

Han Xuri got into a good mood and actually sewed a small pocket.

"Haha, with this item, the work of sewing clothes will no longer be limited to women. And the speed is extraordinary."

Having experienced the impact of the machine, he did not forget the purpose of his trip.

In the back and forth, they agreed on the profit-sharing ratio.

Zhao Qingyang provided the blueprints and technical details. Han Xuri was responsible for production and sales.

Zhao Qingyang received 40% of the profits.

As for how Han Xuri plans to divide the remaining 60% with the Emperor, that's a matter between the uncle and nephew.

As for how to sell it and to whom, that's something Han Xuri, the top imperial merchant, should worry about.

However, when discussing the contract, Zhao Qingyan specifically emphasized that sewing machines can only speed up and increase efficiency; true craftsmanship still requires handmade production.

For example, embroidery, which is an essence passed down from our ancestors.

No matter how advanced a sewing machine is or how many functions it has, it can't compare to hand embroidery.

Han Xuri's nose is as sharp as a super hound's; having acquired such a wonderful item as a sewing machine, he wanted even more.

Taking advantage of Zhao Qingyang's inattention, he rushed into Zhao Qingyang's studio and saw the watch on the table.

Upon learning that it was used for timekeeping and was more precise, his mind started working again. He was eager to discuss cooperation immediately.

Zhao Qingyang was dissatisfied with Han Xuri's inappropriate behavior.

"Sister, sister, Prince Han is disrespectful. He forced his way into my studio. Please help me beat him up."

Zhao Qingyang's shout brought not only Zhao Qingyan to the scene, but also the Huang couple, Zhao Minggeng, and Zhao Qingyi.

Oh dear, Han Xuri feels like he's gotten himself into trouble.

How could he forget that the three most powerful members of the Zhao family are all here?

He quickly apologized profusely, and finally renegotiated the sewing machine contract, increasing Zhao Qingyang's share to 50% before the matter was settled.

Back at the inn, Han Xuri was filled with regret.

"I am a dignified prince, a former heir apparent, and the number one imperial merchant of the Divine Dragon Kingdom."

They've seen all sorts of good things, yet they still got humiliated by the Zhao family.

It seems like I, the Prince, am the one who's never seen the world, hahaha..."

Han Xuri laughed as he thought about it, feeling that he hadn't felt so relaxed in many years.

He only felt truly relaxed after the Duke of Protectorate and his concubine were brought to justice.

Of course, with Han Guangye brought to justice, his status as the heir apparent was naturally revoked.

At the same time, since he was the son of a princess, it was perfectly normal for him to be granted the title of Prince of the County according to the royal family's etiquette.

Under Zhao Minggeng's rule, especially after the Northern Mongols were incorporated into the Shenlong Kingdom, the residents of the North were in high spirits.

Those who had fled with their families earlier are gradually returning.

Upon returning to Dawar, he was overjoyed to learn that as long as the original deeds were preserved, he could reclaim his former land.

He was even more excited to learn that the county government had high-yield grain varieties.

A month later, Dawar and its many surrounding villages and towns successfully began spring planting.

A letter arrived from Zhao Changgeng, who was far away in the Northwest, saying that he had already met with Zhao Qingyi.

The northwest is windy and dusty, but the fruit is exceptionally sweet. They asked Zhao Qingyan if they could send a caravan to buy it.

Zhao Qingyan pondered for a moment, and after repeatedly reading the contents of the letter, she felt that her uncle must have other needs for asking him to send a caravan.

She didn't bother to guess and handed the letter to her grandparents.

Zhao Qianci, an experienced and shrewd man, stroked his beard and smiled.

"I guess your uncle and his family wanted to control the desert, but they didn't have a suitable method."

They don't know what kind of saplings to use for planting trees, and they don't know what methods to use for sand fixation.

Writing to you to buy local specialties is just bait. My real intention is to get you to come and help me.