Optimizing workflows is one of them.

The next morning, Lin Yun stood in the center of the workshop, her fingertips lightly touching a newly drawn pattern. The embroiderers gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity mixed with a hint of unease. "We heard business has been booming lately. What's going on?"

“From today onwards, let’s try a different approach.” Lin Yun’s clear voice shattered the silence like a wind chime under the eaves.

With a flick of her wrist, five vermilion-lined squares appeared on the drawing, each marked with unfamiliar words: "Material Selection, Shaping, Embroidery Pattern, Assembly, Decoration."

In the past, the creation of a garment was a task undertaken single-handedly by experienced embroiderers like Agui.

From measuring the body to sewing on the buttons, it takes ten days of continuous work to complete one piece.

The silk thread moved like a dragon between her fingers, but when faced with an urgent order, even burning the midnight oil couldn't keep up. Now, with a light stroke of her pen, Lin Yun divided this long stream into five waterfalls, each one leaped down by a specialist.

"The material selection lady only distinguishes the quality of silks and brocades, while the tailor specializes in cutting and measuring."

She pointed to a silent woman in the corner, "Aunt Zhou has a sharp eye. From now on, you can just inspect the fabrics. You'll know whether a piece of silk can withstand Suzhou embroidery just by touching it."

Then he turned to the young and clever Chunxing, saying, "You are good at drawing flower patterns, so from now on you will be in charge of drawing patterns—your ten fingers will never touch needle and thread, but will arrange peonies and larks on paper."

An uproar immediately broke out among the embroiderers.

They were used to the rule that their work was entirely up to their whims, but now this thin piece of paper was going to break down their work into distinct sections.

“This… how can clothes be made by taking them apart?” Agui gripped the thimble, her wrinkles revealing her dissatisfaction.

She spent half her life embroidering twin lotus flowers, and now she has to embroider other people's designs onto silk, just like a puppet show!

Lin Yun had anticipated this reaction. She remained calm and composed, and suddenly pulled out an unfinished shirt from her sleeve—the left sleeve was densely embroidered with gold thread, while the right sleeve had sloppy stitching.

"Miss Li's clothes were delayed the other day because Sister Wang fell ill and no one could make her bird patterned dress."

She hung the shirt in the light, and its flaws were impossible to hide. "If someone had specialized in embroidering birds back then, how could it have come to this?"

Everyone was speechless.

The faster the better, the more refined the more refined.

Three days later, the workshop had been completely transformed.

The material selection area was piled high with silks sorted by color. Aunt Zhou stroked a piece of sky-blue gauze after the rain and instantly classified it into different grades.

At the cutting table, the master craftsman wields his scissors with lightning speed, managing to cut out twenty garment blanks in a single day.

The most bustling place was the embroidery room—the apricot pattern was copied onto thin gauze, and the embroiderers only needed to follow the pattern to embroider, without having to rack their brains for patterns.

Xiao Tao rushed over, her hair disheveled, clutching the account book: "Miss! The same embroiderer can now produce thirty garments in three days, three times more than before!"

“Not fast enough.” She suddenly muttered to herself, turned around, pulled out a new sheet of paper, and began to write rapidly with her brush. In a short while, she added two more steps: “inspection” and “ironing.”

“Every garment must pass through these two stages.” She tapped the table, the sound like shattered jade. “The inspecting lady holds a thin blade, carefully picking out loose threads; the ironing matron controls the heat, ensuring the fabric is as crisp as fresh snow.”

Xiao Tao stared at the densely packed blueprints and suddenly laughed: "I understand now. You've turned us all into shuttles on the loom!"

"Wrong." Lin Yun blinked, a sly smile on her face. "It's about making the shuttle fly on its own."