Before she knew it, it was afternoon, and Lin Yun finally put down her needlework. She rubbed her sore neck and looked up at the ten finished products laid out on the bed.

Although the jacket was made of moldy coarse cloth, she improved it by adding delicate plum blossom buttons to the front, a belt to the waist, and simple cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

The original grayish-brown color of the coarse cloth appears rustic and elegant because of this design, as if it has truly been "gilded".

Lin's mother held one of the pieces, her fingers trembling slightly: "This...this is really made from those few bolts of cloth from our family?" She looked at it over and over, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Lin's father even put on a garment and looked at his reflection in the water vat, his hunched back straightening up a bit: "Yun'er, this craftsmanship is even better than the masters at the Jinxiu Workshop in the county!"

Lin Feng stood to the side, his lips moved, but he only managed to utter, "I underestimated you." He stared at the clothes, thinking to himself: When did my sister acquire such abilities?

If he had known this would happen, why would he have risked everything at the gambling den? Shame and regret gnawed at him, his fingers unconsciously picking at the hole in his sleeve.

Lin Yun took in everyone's reactions.

Seeing her father so fond of the item, she seized the opportunity and said, "Dad, why don't you and my older brother go chop firewood this afternoon? I'll rest for a while. Tomorrow... I'd like to go with you to East Street to sell clothes."

"No way!" Lin's father blurted out. "Your injuries haven't healed yet, and it's cold outside. I'll go myself; I'll definitely get a good price!"

He verbally refused, but inwardly he was apprehensive.

Zhao Dahu only gave him three days. If the clothes didn't sell... he didn't dare to think about it.

Lin Yun had anticipated her father's reaction.

She picked up the bowl of wild vegetable soup and took a sip, her tone calm yet brooking no argument: "The buttons and ties on this garment need to be demonstrated on the spot; others might not understand them. Besides..."

She looked up and stared directly at Lin's father, "We can't afford to lose."

The last sentence pierced Lin's father's heart like a knife. He opened his mouth, but finally sighed, "Fine, we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning."

In the evening, Lin Feng squatted in the kitchen to help his mother start a fire.

The firewood was damp, and the thick smoke made his eyes water, but he stubbornly refused to move.

Lin's mother glanced at him and suddenly said, "Feng'er, I know you're suffering."

The fire tongs clattered to the ground.

Lin Feng stared at the flickering flames, his voice hoarse: "I almost killed my whole family."

He originally thought that studying and passing the imperial examinations was the only way out, but later he found that he couldn't even afford to buy writing materials, so he fantasized about turning his life around through gambling, but...

"Your sister was sick, but it seems like she's suddenly become more perceptive."

Lin's mother stirred the porridge in the pot, her tone complicated, "The way she looked at Zhao Dahu this morning reminded me of your grandfather—that's how he looked when he single-handedly stormed into the bandits' den with a machete."

Lin Feng was taken aback. He had heard his grandfather's legendary tales since childhood, but his sister, that girl who could only cry when harassed by thugs?

The fire in the stove crackled and popped, making his eyes redden.

Lin Yun woke up before dawn the next day. She quietly took out the fabric that she had secretly soaked in the spiritual spring the night before—she had inadvertently discovered the effect of her "golden finger," which allowed the spiritual spring condensed at her fingertips to enhance the quality of items.

Anything touched by the spiritual water would become supple, smooth, and shiny. Sure enough, after being nourished by the spiritual spring, coarse cloth felt like high-quality cotton and linen.

"Yun'er, it's time to go!" Lin's father hurriedly drank a bowl of wild vegetable soup, put down his chopsticks, and walked into the yard to urge her in a low voice.

He was carrying an old bamboo basket with some wild vegetables he had picked from the mountain and some money to make. When he saw his daughter come out, he instinctively tried to take the bundle from her, but she dodged him.

"Dad, I'm fine." Lin Yun tightened her headscarf. She was afraid her father would notice something was wrong with the clothes, so it was better for her to keep them herself.

In the morning mist, the sight of her father's hunched back brought tears to her eyes; he was probably even more anxious than she was at that moment.

The eldest brother also got up early, but he looked at Lin's father and younger sister with some shame and said, "I won't go, so as not to be recognized on the street." After saying that, he went back to the inner room with a red face.

Lin Yun smiled, "You're still redeemed, kid. Otherwise, with such unhelpful teammates, leveling up will be very difficult."

Lin Yun followed her father out of the house.

The East Street morning market was already bustling with activity.

The father and daughter had just set up their stall in an open space when the old man selling pottery next door sneered, "Old man Lin, you dare to put up this rag?"

Lin's father blushed, but Lin Yun calmly unfolded a jacket and hung it on the bamboo pole.

The morning light pierced through the mist, illuminating the subtle patterns on the buttons with a shimmering glow. Several passing women immediately stopped and asked, "Young lady, how much are your clothes?"

"150 coins a piece." Lin Yun's voice was clear and bright. She had just inquired along the way and found that a garment made of coarse cloth usually only cost 30-50 coins a piece. After all, the material was cheap and the workmanship was not very good. The price was only for the material and labor.

"Are you crazy?" The old man with the earthenware pot stared wide-eyed. "You dare to charge this price for coarse cloth clothes?"

Lin Yun didn't answer, but simply draped the jacket over her shoulders and deftly fastened the buttons. The belt at her waist tightened, instantly revealing her slender figure in the originally loose robe. A gasp rippled through the crowd; who would have thought that coarse cloth could accentuate such a figure?

"I want this one!" A young girl in a silk dress suddenly squeezed in; she was the daughter of the county's grain shop owner.

She caressed the plum blossom button on her dress, admiring it dearly: "It's even more exquisite than what an embroiderer would make!"

Lin's father stared blankly as his daughter accepted the copper coins.

In less than an hour, all ten pieces of clothing were sold out, with the last one even being bid up to 400 coins by two women. Clutching the heavy string of coins, his hands trembled so much he could barely hold it—this was his family's livelihood for half a year!

"Dad, let's go buy rice." Lin Yun helped her swaying father up, a smile playing on her lips.

Lin's father walked with a limp, his steps uneven. He had sold just ten pieces of clothing for nearly two taels of silver. What about 100 pieces? 1000 pieces? He dared not even think about it…

In the distance, no one noticed a deep gaze silently watching everything from the teahouse window.