It was an extremely bustling area in the capital, with a dazzling array of shop signs lining both sides of the street, bustling with people and vehicles.
The sounds of footsteps, carriages, vendors' shouts, and customers' laughter blended together, creating a lively and bustling scene, perfect for opening a clothing and fabric shop.
It was the dead of winter, and the biting wind howled past, scraping against the face like a knife, making one's skin sting.
The weather was freezing cold, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the trees along the street were encased in ice and snow, resembling silver-clad guardians. It was certainly not an opportune time to begin construction.
Qin Qianluo decided to postpone the project until spring arrived, when the warm sun shone brightly and all things were reviving, before resuming work.
At that time, the earth will be revitalized, and craftsmen will be able to showcase their skills under the warm sunshine.
In this way, the factory can also take advantage of this period to produce fabrics and garments at full capacity, ensuring a sufficient supply of goods for the store's opening.
Qin Qianluo explained her plan to everyone in detail, her hands elegantly folded in front of her, her voice calm yet firm, her eyes filled with expectation.
Seeing that no one had any objections, their faces showed a hint of delight, and some even had tears of excitement in their eyes.
She then quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumped slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.
This arrangement solved the problem of everyone's livelihood and income, as well as their place to live.
This secluded courtyard is rarely visited, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard are somewhat overgrown due to lack of care, with a few withered vines entwining the railings of the corridor.
The house had been renovated and equipped with underfloor heating and other amenities, making it perfectly suitable for their living and putting the best use of the space.
Murong Yan pondered to herself, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes as she stood in the crowd.
She slightly raised her head, her gaze following Qin Qianluo, secretly longing to be by Princess Qingyun's side.
In her view, the princess was intelligent, wise, and exceptionally talented. She could handle any predicament with ease, and she would benefit greatly from having her by her side.
However, now that everything has settled down, although she was unwilling, she knew it was inappropriate to say anything more.
She sighed softly, lowered her head, and waited silently in place. Well, let's leave it at that for now, and I'll offer my advice when the time is right.
After arranging everything, Qin Qianluo looked up at the courtyard and saw that the snow was piled up and thick as a velvet blanket.
The warm sun hangs high in the clear blue sky, its rays pouring down like a golden veil over the snow, reflecting a dazzling light that resembles stars falling to earth.
Its shimmering light added a touch of beauty and warmth to the otherwise drab winter courtyard.
She parted her lips and spoke softly to everyone, "Please do not worry, and settle in comfortably. Your meals will be taken care of by the maids and will be delivered to your rooms on time. If you have any other requests, please inform either the maids or the steward."
Its sound is gentle, like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, creating ripples of comfort in everyone's hearts.
Once everything went smoothly, Qin Qianluo and Ling Xue walked out gracefully.
Before leaving, she carefully instructed Ling Wei to guide everyone in handling household registration and other matters, while she herself strolled leisurely towards the suburban farm.
Although it was the dead of winter, the lack of wind seemed to have tamed the biting cold under the warm sun, losing its former sharpness.
The sky is like a huge, boundless sapphire, deep and pure, with sunlight pouring down without obstruction, like golden light sprinkled by a celestial maiden.
It gently drapes the earth in a warm veil, and all things are immersed in this tranquil and gentle halo, as if time itself has slowed down.
As she reached the door, Qin Qianluo paused slightly, her delicate brows furrowing as if deep in thought.
In a moment, she made up her mind and decided to keep Murong Yan by her side for a while.
She turned to Ling Xue and whispered, "Once Ling Wei has completed the household registration for everyone, you should bring Murong Yan to my place."
Its sound is clear and crisp, echoing gently in the quiet winter air, like the chirping of a sparrow on a cold branch, clear and distinct.
Ling Xue bowed her head respectfully and agreed, knowing full well her master's good intentions.
Looking up, the figure walking in the warm sun seemed like a god who had fallen to earth, and a warm current welled up in my heart, like a bubbling hot spring flowing through my limbs and bones.
The master is always meticulous and considers everything thoroughly, leaving no detail overlooked, just like a skilled craftsman carving a beautiful jade.
The exquisite craftsmanship reveals extraordinary wisdom and benevolence. Such delicate thoughts are like the most brilliant North Star in the night sky, inspiring awe and reverence, and inspiring longing.
Qin Qianluo felt that having one person by her side was much easier and more comfortable than leading a group. Moreover, Murong Yan had once held the position of Empress and had many past interactions with these people, so they were naturally familiar and intimate, and their conversations were smooth and unhindered.
The ceremonial procession moved slowly along the wide official road, their steps neat and rhythmic.
Along the roadside, the snow piled up like a continuous jade mountain. Under the gentle touch of the sunlight, the ice crystals sparkled, as if thousands of stardust had been scattered among them, dazzling the eyes.
In the distance, the rolling mountains are all covered in pure white snow, like silver dragons winding and coiling, complementing the azure sky. It is like a landscape painting made in heaven, with a profound and ethereal artistic conception.
Bright red lanterns hung high in front of the shops along the way, like ripe red fruits, shining brightly in this silvery-white world.
The rich red, like a burning flame or a leaping red carp, infused the quiet winter street with vibrant life and a festive atmosphere, as if it were an early chorus of joy for the New Year's Day.
Upon arriving at the farm, Qin Qianluo first went to the poultry breeding area.
Inside the enclosure, the poultry strolled leisurely, their plumage bright and glossy, showing no signs of fear or shivering. It seemed that the rare warm sun made them feel very comfortable.
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