Seeing her staring at Nan Tang, Ye Ziyao frowned. For some unknown reason, he introduced her, "This is Young Master Nan Tang, the leader of the Four Young Masters. Young Master Nan Tang was born with a congenital deficiency and has been sickly since childhood, spending years recuperating away from home."
Xue Huan raised an eyebrow. She originally thought that the so-called Four Young Masters of Fengchi was just a fake title made up by a few people seeking fame and reputation. After all, even people like Ye Ziyao could be included in it, so one can imagine how lacking credibility these "Four Young Masters" were. She didn't expect that the Young Master of Nan Tang, the leader of the Four Young Masters, was actually such a person.
It seems that she is narrow-minded.
Although birds of a feather flock together, there is also a saying that goes "Stay clean in the mud".
"Master Ye, you didn't answer the question I asked just now. Please keep your word."
Xue Huan turned and left.
However, she failed this time.
"Miss Zhao, the question just now doesn't count! I was almost figuring it out, but Young Master Nan Tang suddenly appeared and spoke the answer first."
Xue Huan was both amused and confused. She had thought Ye Ziyao was speechless enough, but she didn't expect that he could push her to the limit.
"Besides, counting with rods is just a minor subject and it won't be tested in the imperial examinations. Miss Zhao, please ask some serious questions."
Xue Huan scoffed, "Serious questions? Apparently, only questions from the Four Books and Five Classics are serious questions. Anything else is just unorthodox?"
Ye Ziyao had an expression of "Exactly."
Xue Huan's patience was completely exhausted by him. She pointed upwards and said, "Hey, what is that?"
Ye Ziyao subconsciously looked up and saw Xue Huan throwing a stone at him, pressing his acupoint.
In an instant, Ye Ziyao turned into a "Sky-gazing Stone", unable to move or speak.
It's finally quiet.
Xue Huan sighed, feeling a surge of regret in her heart. She regretted not having dealt with Ye Ziyao so simply and roughly earlier. Talking to him was a complete waste of time. She might as well have looked at a few more flowers.
Turning around, I met a pair of eyes with a leisurely smile.
It’s the young master of Southern Tang.
Xue Huan felt a little embarrassed. She knew that he must have seen everything she had done to "plot against" Ye Ziyao.
Who would have thought that the next moment, Young Master Nan Tang suddenly fell down.
Xue Huan hurried forward to support him, "Master Nan Tang, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that his face was too pale, even with a slight bluish tint, she quickly put his arm on her shoulders, put her arm around his waist, and helped him to the flower stand not far away, where she let him sit on the stone bench.
"I'll ask the maid to call the doctor."
Nan Tang shook his head and held her, "No need, this is an old illness." His voice was a little weak.
As soon as he said this, he covered his mouth and nose and started coughing violently.
Xue Huan hurriedly patted his back gently to help him calm down.
Nan Tang took out a small porcelain bottle from a brocade bag hanging at his waist, poured out a soybean-sized pill from it, and swallowed it straight down while lying on his back.
Xue Huan felt a lump in her throat when she saw him swallowing the pill dryly. She took out a small gourd from her handbag and handed it to him, "Drink some water."
Nan Tang: “Thank you.” He took it without any doubt, uncorked and took a sip.
The water is clear and sweet, and it feels very comfortable to drink.
When he was about to return the gourd, Xue Huan shook her head and said, "Master Nan, take it. It's just a gourd of water."
It was actually diluted spiritual spring water. She also added a little honey produced in the space into it, and it tasted great.
She was so used to drinking this water that her body could hardly feel any benefits from it. However, for ordinary people, this water was more nourishing than ginseng water.
The complexion of the young master of Nan Tang improved a little because of this.
Apart from the incident with Ye Ziyao, Xue Huan was generally very happy at this flower viewing banquet.
Most importantly, the girls' interest in her handbag gave her an idea.
There is no woman who doesn’t love exquisite and beautiful bags. Don’t you see that the purses hanging around the waists of the girls who come to the flower-viewing party all have their own little tricks?
The handbag Xue Huan was carrying now had opened the door to a new world for them. It turned out that women's bags could be like this.
So, could she try to promote the handbag in a big way?
Xue Huan did what she thought of. After returning home, she sat at her desk in the study and painted, drawing the various styles of bags she had seen and bought before.
Although she was not a bag collector before, there was a cabinet in her cloakroom that was used to display bags. Thinking of her previous bags, Xue Huan put pen to paper as if possessed by god. In just a few strokes, she finished a painting.
Of course, due to the limitations of the painting tools of that era, the bags she drew were not very realistic, but at least their styles and patterns could be identified, and she also tried her best to draw the details.
Before, Dad Tang was able to make the bag she had casually drawn on the ground with a branch, which shows how high his comprehension ability is. Now with these more detailed "design drawings", he should have no problem at all.
The next day, Xue Huan went to the Tang family's house and played with the children for a while. Then she came to Old Man Tang and said, "Uncle Tang, I'd like to do business with you. I wonder if you're interested."
Father Tang paused in his bamboo weaving and looked up at her: "Do business with me?"
"That's right."
Xue Huan pointed at the small bag in her hand and said, "Yesterday I attended a flower viewing banquet, and many people at the banquet were very interested in this bag. They asked me where I bought it and wanted to buy one to take home.
"I think this is a great business opportunity. I'll provide the bag's blueprints, raw materials, and sales channels. You just make the bags. When the money is sold, we'll split it 40% to 60%. How about that?"
Father Tang silently digested her words. "You said a lot of people like this bamboo bag?"
"That's right."
Father Tang was amazed. "It's just a bamboo-woven thing. How could the ladies of those wealthy families appreciate it?"
Xue Huan disagreed: "Uncle Tang, don't underestimate this. Bamboo is indeed not valuable, but your craftsmanship has elevated these ordinary bamboos to something higher and higher. Just like porcelain, isn't it also made of clay? But with the same clay, some people can make porcelain that is a treasure passed down from generation to generation, worth a fortune, while others can only make crude bowls and rough porcelain."
"The same goes for bamboo weaving. Items made by ordinary people can only be sold cheaply, but you're different. Your bamboo weaving skills are truly masterful! Your items, like this bag, are works of art and are worth a fortune. If I were to sell them, the price would definitely be no less than twenty taels."
Father Tang was shocked by the twenty taels. "What the hell? This bag is worth twenty taels? The bamboo silk I used didn't cost much at all."
Xue Huan emphasized again, "Uncle Tang, it's your craftsmanship that's worth twenty taels, not these bamboo threads."
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