Old Lin didn't care about the fact that beets could be used for dyeing, mainly because it had nothing to do with the Lu family's business. There was nothing related to silk in the Lu family's business. As long as it didn't harm the interests of the Lu family, he just had to watch what Han Xiao did.

Looking at Lao Lin's expression, Han Xiao knew that things were almost done, and continued along with Lao Lin's words: "Yes, the trouble seems to be quite big. I'm just trying this time. I still have to help if I can."

After saying that, he looked at Old Lin and said, "By the way, Uncle Lin, if the Ruan family really can't solve this problem, then I'll have to trouble Uncle Lin."

Old Lin looked at Han Xiao for a long time without saying anything and could only laugh dryly: "I'm just a rickshaw driver, how can I help you? Brother Han, you think too highly of me."

Han Xiao laughed: "As long as you agree, Brother Lin, it will be fine."

Han Xiao doesn't think that Lao Lin is just a coachman. Which coachman wears gold and silver? Which coachman can sit idle and bask in the sun?

Han Xiao was not actually very clear about Lao Lin's true identity, but he was clear about one thing, that is, Lu Ming valued Lao Lin very much, and that was enough, as long as Lao Lin could have a say in front of Lu Ming.

Of course, Han Xiao could also go to Lu Ming himself. Lu Ming had a good relationship with his father, and even for Han Mingyuan's sake, Lu Ming would help. However, Han Xiao just thought that if he could avoid bothering Han Mingyuan, he would not bother him.

Bringing Lao Lin out this time also made his attitude clear. What Lao Lin saw was what Lu Ming saw. Han Xiao would not cooperate with the Ruan family on the sugar-making matter, but Lu Ming should not disagree if the beets could help the Ruan family.

The atmosphere in the car gradually became lively again, and Lao Lin and Han Xiao chatted about all sorts of things.

When they returned to Qingping Town, it happened to be dinner time. Seeing Lao Lin and Han Xiao coming back together, Han Mingyuan was a little surprised but didn't say anything. He just invited Lao Lin in for dinner.

The courtyard that Han Mingyuan found was not big to begin with, and now with so many people coming into the house one after another, it seems a bit crowded.

Fortunately, no one is pretentious, so it doesn't matter if it's a little crowded. It's just that the mountains and rivers are a bit confining, so we can only focus on eating.

After Han Xiao's guidance, Han's mother's cooking skills are not bad even compared with those of a chef. Lao Lin ate so much that he could not even lift his head. Han Xiao could only shake his head helplessly.

"Brother Han, the food in your restaurant is so delicious, it's almost as good as the one cooked by the chef at Yipintang." Lao Lin slumped in his chair with a full stomach after eating so much.

"If it tastes good, I'll come again next time. My mother has learned several new dishes." Han Xiao said with a smile.

When Lao Lin heard there was a new dish, his eyes lit up: "Really?"

Lao Lin knew the recipes that Han Xiao sold to Yipinlou. These recipes were not special here, but they were very popular in the capital city where gold and silver were everywhere. If there were new dishes, Yipinlou's performance would double again.

"Yes, if you are interested, Brother Lin, I will copy it for you, still at the old price."

Lao Lin laughed heartily and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, that's what I should do. Today's recipes are all good, give them all to me."

Han Xiao glanced at the empty plate in front of him and smiled secretly. Great! Another huge sum of money came in, and the fund for buying a house was set up.

Han Mingyuan was speechless as he watched the transaction between him and Lao Lin at the dinner table. His son was so shameless. He knew how much a recipe cost, but because one was his son and the other was his good friend, he didn't know who to speak up for.

Although he also knew that even if he told them, the two would not listen.

After having a good meal and a drink, Lao Lin returned to Yipintang, while Dashan and Dahe continued to grind tofu. Business was good recently and the workload for the two of them was quite heavy. Han Xiao was still thinking about whether he should ask Han Zhong to introduce two more people.

However, Han Xiao felt a headache again when he saw the yard full of things. The matter of changing houses had to be put on the agenda immediately.

Wash the beets he brought. This was the second time Han Xiao had washed beets. Looking at this small thing, Han Xiao sighed lightly and resigned himself to washing them.

Han Xiao was familiar with dyeing cloth with beets. After cleaning all the beets, he found some auxiliary tools and materials.

However, Han Xiao was a little troubled about the fabric. Beet-dyed silk was the best, and cotton was a little worse. However, he didn't have any pure-colored silk at home, and even Jinshang Pavilion probably didn't have it.

It seems that I still have to go to the Ruan family tomorrow, and I can also go to see the young master.

Thinking of the young master Han Xiao who was full of energy, he first found a piece of cotton cloth to mix the colors.

They were busy until late at night. Han's mother and father were so angry that they circled around Han Xiao several times. Looking at the dark purple water that Han Xiao had prepared, Han's mother looked incredulous.

She knew that beets could be made into sugar, as her son had already given her a lot of them. She had no idea that they could also be used to dye, and the color was a red she had never seen before.

In ancient times, red was very rare, especially bright red, which was only used by powerful people. Ordinary people might be lucky enough to buy a red cloth strip.

But looking at the cotton cloths her son put into the dye bucket, she could already imagine how beautiful the red color would be.

However, Han Xiao was still a little dissatisfied when he looked at the color in the bucket. It did not meet his expectations.

However, there is nothing we can do due to limited conditions. The effect will be much better once we get some pure-colored silk.

But the current red color is surprising enough. If it were taken out, it would probably be sold out, and the cost of the red cloth this time is very low.

Han's mother helped wash it a few times and then hung it up to dry and take it to Ruan's house tomorrow.

Unfortunately, the weather was not good and it snowed lightly for the next two days. Han Xiao could only put the red cotton cloth in the room and wait for three days before it was completely dry. During this period, Han Xiao was not idle either. He dyed it in some other colors, such as maroon, scarlet, bean paste red, and purple red.

Han's mother never knew there was so much red. She was shocked at first and then became numb.

She didn't even mention the harm Han Xiao had done to her cotton cloth. Looking at the fabrics hanging in the room, she had already thought of what to do with them.

Han Xiao felt happy looking at the cotton cloths. His efforts were not in vain. He left some for his mother and went to Ruan's house with the fabrics.

It happened that Master Ruan was also at home today. He was a little surprised when he heard the servant come to inform him that Han Xiao was coming. Usually, Han Xiao would come to the Ruan family to say hello and then go to find Ruan Ruan. Today, he heard from the servant that Han Xiao came to find him specifically.

Mr. Ruan was also a little confused. He didn't know why Han Xiao came to see him, or whether he should invite him to the study.

When Han Xiao came to the study, a maid brought him hot tea. Han Xiao took a sip and looked around the study of Master Ruan.

The study is not big, but it is decorated very warmly. There are even some notebooks on the bookshelf behind the desk that are obviously from the young master.

Han Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's so good about it?" Mr. Ruan's voice came before he even showed up.