Song Ning returned to her peaceful life. The rainy season was almost over, and the weather was gradually getting cooler.
Tianxiang County suffered minimal losses this year thanks to its drainage system, but other areas were not so fortunate.
Song Ning was worried about her cotton and went to the field to check on it every day. Fortunately, it was the rainy season, not the time when the cotton was opening its bolls, and the drainage was done well, so there were no problems at the moment.
At the end of August, Song Ning received the gifts from Yu Niangzi.
Besides the dyed cloth, there was also a letter. Everything was going well for Lady Yu, and she said that she had developed a new product, so she asked someone to bring it to her.
Song Ning called all her family members to come and see. There was a lot of stuff, and she brought more than ten meters of each color, enough to make a lot of clothes.
Moreover, the colors come in various shades, gradients, patterns, and solid colors.
With the new dyes, these solid-colored fabrics are noticeably better than those sold outside.
Song Ning smiled. It was done.
Lady Yu truly has excellent skills; it is indeed a craft passed down from her ancestors.
Song Ning soaked the cloth in water and even tried rubbing it with soap. It barely faded. With cloth like this, how could she not sell it?
That day, Song Ning took the cloth to the county government office.
Nowadays, Zheng Gaoyi's office is much more impressive. With the man gone, the county government looks much more organized, so some rules still need to be followed.
The people outside the county government office went to inform Lord Zheng first, and only then did Song Ning go in.
As soon as he entered, Zheng Gaoyi said, "Why are you being so polite with me? If you come in the future, just come in directly. There's no need to report."
"The rules still need to be followed."
"Is there something you need today?"
Song Ning placed the things in his hand on the table: "These are new things I acquired. Please take a look, sir."
Zheng Gaoyi opened the package and looked inside. Although he didn't know anything about dyeing cloth, he could still tell that these were things he had never seen before.
Especially this brocade-like thing, crystal clear, light and translucent, it is indeed beautiful.
"What does Your Excellency think?"
Zheng Gaoyi nodded: "That's right, it's a good thing. Where did this come from?"
"This was made by a dye shop in Yongning County. I'm planning to start this business. Do you think it's feasible, sir?"
"Sure, why not? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Song Ning chuckled inwardly; the magistrate was indeed on the right track.
"As you know, I have a shop in Yongning County, but Yongning County is not like Jiangning County. There are not many people doing business there, and the people are poor. Even if I open a shop, I don't think there will be much business."
So I was thinking, could Yongning County also develop its commerce to some extent, just like we do?
Song Ning continued, "However, the road from here to Yongning County is too difficult to travel, so I would like to ask the county magistrate to send a message to Magistrate Wu, asking if it is possible for our two places to repair the road?"
If you want to get rich, build roads first. Once these roads are built, the benefits will extend far beyond just two counties.
Zheng Gaoyi thought it was feasible and nodded: "I thought it was something serious. Don't worry, leave this to me. I'll send a message to Yongning County today."
"Thank you, Lord Zheng."
Song Ning asked the county magistrate to write a letter for him and deliver it to Yu Niangzi along the way.
By October, her cotton will be ready to be harvested, and at that time, many people will surely come to Tianxiang County, and she won't have to worry about selling her cloth.
After leaving the county government office, Song Ning went to Xiangyun Tower.
This place is also under renovation, and she has made detailed plans.
The first floor has been converted into a lobby, where people can rest, have tea, and enjoy some snacks.
To the right of the entrance is a sign that clearly states what the five floors are divided into.
Opposite the door is the counter, where tea and snacks are sold and customers' questions are answered.
The left side of the lobby has been partitioned for better privacy; those who prefer quiet can choose the left area. The right side is an open area, which is more lively.
All the tables and chairs are designed with backrests and cushions. A storytelling area is set up on the right side so that storytelling can be arranged every few days. A storyteller will be hired for each occasion.
The second floor is mostly counters selling jewelry, soap, fabrics, and cosmetics such as rouge and face powder commonly used by women.
The third floor is where we eat, and it's divided into private rooms of varying sizes and styles, so guests can choose freely.
The fourth floor is also a place to eat. Since we've traveled through time, how can we do a food business without hot pot?
She's already drawn up the blueprints. Once the tableware is ordered and the ingredients are prepared, all that's left is to open for business.
As for the fifth floor, Song Ning planned to make it a place for scholars to relax. Although climbing up to the fifth floor might be a bit tiring, most of those scholars are young people, so it should be fine. Just consider it exercise.
She will hang couplets, poems, and riddles in the lobby every day. Anyone who can answer them will have their meal free, no matter how much they eat.
At that time, the fifth floor can be gradually transformed into a place for these literati and artists to visit and take photos, so that we can establish its reputation first.
The Jin Dynasty was basically centered on the capital and expanded outwards. The closer to the capital, the more prosperous it was. But Song Ning didn't believe in this superstition. She was determined to make this place the envy of everyone in the capital.
When the time comes, we must make sure that people come here because of our reputation.
After leaving Xiangyun Tower and returning home, Song Ning counted her money and realized that the money really didn't last long.
The money spent on the renovation really emptied her savings.
Making money is like catching ghosts, but spending money is like water flowing away.
Why is she never rich enough?
He sighed, "Why is my money decreasing more and more?"
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