The word "sister" made the pretty girl blush. She had thought she was younger than Song He'er, after all, a woman who could run a workshop in Jiangning must be at least twenty years old.
"So you're quite young, young lady. I've been too dismissive of you."
“I wear a cap all day long and never show my true face to outsiders, so it’s normal that you can’t tell. Sister, you are fair-skinned and beautiful, and you have such great skills. It’s really a waste of your talents to keep you in my workshop.”
"No, no, no, I don't feel wronged at all. Anyway, I often find staying at home boring, so it's better to come out and experience things with my aunt. You're being too kind, young lady..."
Song He'er forced a smile. Of course she knew why this woman was forcing herself to stay here, but she wasn't worried. After all, given Jiang Huaifu's ambition and aspirations, such an unsophisticated girl wouldn't even catch her eye.
“In that case, you should stay here and assist your aunt.” After saying that, Song He’er turned to Zhao Ru and asked, “You just said you wanted to discuss something with us, what is it?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ru realized she had almost made a big mistake, so she quickly replied, "Oh, this is what I was thinking. Our workshop can produce dozens of bolts of silk a day. If we rely solely on merchants from other places to buy them, we won't be able to consume that much. I was thinking, why not invest in a silk shop in Jiangning, make skirts and dresses from our fabric, and sell them there? Those high-ranking officials and nobles will be willing to pay any price as long as they see our fabric is good. It's much more profitable than selling to those transport merchants..."
After a long silence, Jiang Huaifu pondered for a while before suddenly speaking, “Trading merchants have a huge demand for silk. We can guarantee our supply. If we open a silk shop, we’ll need to add about ten people. The embroiderers will have to be the best in Jiangning. Of course, money isn’t a big deal, but we’ve been busy lately and haven’t had time to think about it. If we really want to open one, I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble Zhao Niangzi to manage it.”
Song He'er could tell from Jiang Huaifu's tone that he did not approve of opening a silk shop.
"Don't worry, young master, that's for sure," Zhao Ru replied confidently.
Song He'er naturally had no objections. After all, there was already a considerable amount of money in the accounts, and it was just sitting there. They needed to use the money to generate more money. They had just arrived in Nanzhao and naturally needed a large amount of money to stabilize their foundation.
As long as their businesses are successful and their money is properly channeled, they can use their connections to move their whole family to Jiangning.
Thinking of this, Song He'er walked to Jiang Huaifu's side, trying to persuade him: "Opening another shop is no big deal. If you're worried, I'll personally go to Jiangning to keep an eye on things when things calm down in a while. I'll leave Xiaoyecheng to Mother to manage."
Jiang Huaifu would not refuse any of Song He'er's requests, and seeing that she said so, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The pretty girl next to her, having witnessed everything that was happening, seemed to feel a pang of jealousy, and even her expression became unnatural.
"Zhu'er, what are you standing there for? Go to the storeroom and see if our dyes have arrived yet," Zhao Ru instructed from the side.
"Yes, Aunt."
Having said that, the woman called Pearl slowly walked towards the storeroom...
Zhao Ru smiled. "Did you have dinner in Jiangning, young lady? I sent a servant to Qionglou to buy some side dishes. You wouldn't believe it, but the food there is the best in all of Jiangning, especially their crystal pork knuckle—fragrant but not greasy, it's absolutely delicious..."
When Song He'er heard about braised pork knuckle, her mouth almost watered. Since she transmigrated, she hadn't been particularly attached to the food of this dynasty, but she loved braised pork knuckle and pig's trotters. She remembered that in modern times, she often ate spicy pig's trotters made by a private chef, paired with shortbread, which was absolutely delicious.
Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Huaifu realized that she wanted to eat, so he silently waved to the attendants behind him.
Seeing this, Alu stepped forward and said, "Young Master."
"Go prepare the car, we're going to Qionglou."
"Young master, don't you have other matters to attend to?"
"It's not too late to take care of things when we get back. Let's go prepare the car first."
"yes,"
Having received the order, Ah Lu went alone to the backyard.
The carriage they had arrived in was driven to the backyard by the driver. The horses needed to be fed, and the driver needed to rest, so they did not wait on the main street.
Before long, the coachman drove the carriage out from the backyard.
Jiang Huaifu turned his head and said with a doting smile, "Let's go, after you finish eating, I'll take you home."
Song He'er paused for a moment, remaining silent. Suddenly, she seemed to sense a sharp gaze fixed on her from behind.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going?"
"Go! Who said I'm not going?"
After saying that, Song He'er leaped onto the carriage.
In the vast courtyard, only Zhao Ru and the forlorn-looking girl, Zhu'er, remained...
"aunt....."
"Shut up!"
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