Since she can't mass-produce fabrics here, she has to source them from outside and buy some fabrics to try and make a living.
Originally, she wanted to grow clothes directly, but growing clothes felt less cost-effective than growing fabric. Growing a single garment from a field seemed like a bad deal.
She naturally wouldn't do a deal that resulted in a loss.
So a batch of fabric was grown. The quality of the fabric was good, but it wasn't worth it. Growing this batch of fabric was not as profitable as growing gemstones and jade.
So she never planted any more fabrics after that, and just asked Yu Rong to go out and find some high-quality fabrics.
She planned to hand the job over to her mother and her eldest sister.
Her mother and eldest sister were quite skilled at sewing and embroidery.
She couldn't actually do the needlework herself, so she could only provide guidance and drew up many design drawings.
She drew various styles of clothing based on her observations of ancient costumes from her previous life, combined with her knowledge of five thousand years of clothing culture from her past life.
Regardless of the dynasty or region, I would draw whatever I could think of in my spare time.
I've filled a thick booklet with these drawings now.
There are about fifty different styles of clothing, and the accessories on each garment are depicted and attached to the back page of the clothing section.
Clothing and accessories naturally include clothing and accessories, and you can't just put them together randomly.
If you choose the wrong style, the overall look will appear somewhat mismatched.
Therefore, she plans to make the clothing more exquisite and sell it in limited quantities on the first floor of the castle as a luxury item, similar to gemstones.
Thinking that Yu Rong hadn't responded to what she had just said, An Le decided not to wait any longer. She was in a hurry to open her business, and time was of the essence. If she wanted to strike while the iron was hot, she had to finish making the clothes now.
Moreover, making clothes takes time. The clothing designs she drew had many exquisite embroidery patterns, all of which needed to be embroidered by hand, stitch by stitch.
At this rate, it will probably take a lot of time to make three or five pieces of clothing. I wonder if her mother and eldest sister can finish them in two months.
From the moment the castle was created, she had a plan: to get everything in the commercial district sorted out within two months.
If the store opens before the clothes are even displayed, that won't look good.
After carefully refining the agricultural and forestry plan in her hand, Anle glanced at her watch and then took the design drafts to find Qiao Qiuniang and Anjing.
It's alright, we're not too late yet. Her mother and older sister probably haven't gone to bed yet at this hour.
Anle, holding the design drafts, knocked on the quiet door and gave Anle a fawning smile as she opened it.
"Big sister, I have something to tell you."
Anjing smiled and beckoned Anle to come in, saying, "I can tell you're up to something just by looking at your sly, shifty eyes. Come in."
Anle chuckled as she entered the room. "Big sister, take a look at these pictures I have here. See if you can embroider these patterns."
Anjing took it, her gaze lingering on the draft paper. She was immediately drawn to the pattern on the drawing. "Oh, little sister, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful! I've never seen such an embroidery pattern before."
Anle followed Anjing's gaze, glanced at the design draft, and smiled.
"Hehe, this flower is called Manjusaka, a very alluring flower, right? Of course, I've never seen such a flower before."
I heard the story about it from the gods, so I wanted my eldest sister to embroider it for me.
"A story? What story? Do flowers have stories too?" Anjing blinked in surprise.
"Sit down, elder sister, and I'll tell you the story slowly." Anle smiled and began to tell the story of the red spider lily.
"Legend has it that long, long ago, the edge of a city was covered with vast fields of red spider lilies, also known as Manjusaka."
Guarding the red spider lily are two fairies: one is a flower fairy named Manju, and the other is a leaf fairy named Shahua.
They have been guarding the red spider lily for thousands of years, but they can never see each other in person because of the growth habit of the red spider lily—when the flower blooms, the leaves are not visible, and when the leaves are present, the flower is not visible.
The flowers and leaves can never meet, forever separated.
However, they missed each other terribly and were deeply tormented by this pain.
Finally, one day, they decided to defy God's command and meet secretly.
That year, the bright red flowers of the red spider lilies were set off by the striking green, making them bloom exceptionally beautiful and enchanting.
But God blamed him for this.
Manju and Shahua were cast into the cycle of reincarnation and cursed never to be together, suffering hardships in the human world for all eternity.
Since then, the red spider lily has also been called the flower of the other shore, meaning a flower that blooms in heaven. The shape of the flower is like hands praying to heaven, but it has never appeared in the world again.
From then on, this flower became the Lycoris radiata, which only blooms on the road to the underworld. Every time Manju and Shahua are reincarnated, they smell the fragrance of the Lycoris radiata on the road to the underworld and remember their past lives. They then vow never to be separated again, but they will fall into the cursed cycle of reincarnation once more.
There is also a legend that this blood-red spider lily is a flower that voluntarily entered hell. It was sent back by the demons, but it still lingers on the road to the underworld. The demons could not bear it, so they allowed it to bloom on this road to give guidance and comfort to the souls leaving the human world.
So, sister, it's right that you haven't seen this flower before, because it's a flower that only blooms on the banks of the Sanzu River in the underworld, on the other side of the River of Oblivion, serving as a guide for souls.
Moreover, the fragrance of the flowers is said to have magical power, capable of evoking the memories of the deceased from their previous life, and is known as the "Road of Fire" because of its fiery red color.
It is also the only scenery and color on this long road to the underworld.
When a soul crosses the River of Oblivion, it forgets everything from its previous life; all that once was remains on the other shore. The deceased then follows the guidance of these flowers to the netherworld and hell.
Anjing listened, stunned, tears welling in her dazed eyes, and murmured a sentence.
"I never expected it to be such a sorrowful flower."
"Big sister, why are you crying? This is just a story. Just listen to it as a story. Big sister, could you embroider this flower onto your clothes?"
Could you embroider her so lifelike that it looks like she's alive?
Sister, look at the pattern on this dress. It's this kind of flower. Can the pattern on the finished dress be as lifelike and vivid as the one I drew?
It's as beautiful as walking among the red spider lilies.
No, it should be said that it's like blooming among the red spider lilies.
"Can you and Mom make this dress?" Anle took the design draft from Anjing's hand, turned to the previous page, and handed it to Anjing to look at.
She stared blankly at the clothes, completely bewildered, as if she were possessed.
This dress... is so beautiful...
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