She nodded slightly, instructed her servants to slaughter some poultry, and then turned to order someone to bring her cloth and enough rice and flour, which she would then use as a festival gift.
He summoned someone to distribute the goods, and then went to inspect the cloth workshop. He had left earlier and hadn't had a proper look at the place yet, so he decided to take advantage of today to check it out.
Entering the fabric workshop, the buzzing sound of weaving intertwines into a complex yet orderly symphony.
The workshop is bright and airy, with light like soft silk threads surrounding the busy craftsmen.
The craftsmen were all focused on their work, their faces serious and calm, their shuttles moving like nimble fish, weaving back and forth between the warp and weft.
Those newly woven bolts of cloth resembled splendid clouds, with bright and captivating colors, a fine and dense texture, and a cool and luxurious feel to the touch.
Qin Qianluo examined it for a long time, her heart filled with approval. She pursed her red lips and thought to herself, "Now I can teach this weaving technique to the people in the Ministry of Revenue."
If implemented smoothly, next year all the people in the world will be able to wear new clothes, afford to buy cloth, and will no longer have to worry about finding winter clothes.
With this in mind, she had some cloth packed up to be brought to the Ministry of Revenue the day after tomorrow, and also sent someone with festival gifts to the bookstore to reward the bookstore staff.
He then informed everyone: "From now on, you can rest assured and take a holiday. After New Year's Day, you can return on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month to enjoy the joy of family reunion."
Its sound is melodious and full of consideration and care for the craftsmen.
With everything completed, Qin Qianluo returned home with fresh poultry. New Year's Day was approaching, and the capital was bustling with activity, as envoys from various countries moved about in droves.
The streets and alleys are filled with people wearing exotic clothes and speaking different languages, as if all kinds of worlds have come together here.
The once bustling capital city is now even more vibrant, with traffic flowing and noise surging, resembling a vast, jubilant ocean with surging waves and extraordinary liveliness.
Qin Qianluo sat peacefully within the ceremonial procession, her eyes gently closed, listening intently to the rising and falling sounds of shouts, cries of vendors, and laughter outside. The various sounds intertwined and mingled.
Like a symphony of a prosperous era, it plays a vibrant chapter of human life.
A genuine smile appeared on her lips. Such a peaceful and prosperous scene seemed all the more precious and rare under this sunny winter day.
Like a dream, yet so real and tangible. May this prosperous age flourish like the ever-rising sun, never to fade; may the years be peaceful and tranquil, and may all people forever enjoy this peace and prosperity.
The grand procession arrived at the gate of the Left Prime Minister's residence. It was the dead of winter, but the sky was unusually clear.
The warm sun hung high, casting a thin ray of light, but it couldn't dispel the slight chill in the air.
Qin Qianluo gently lifted the curtain and stepped gracefully down from the carriage. Her elegant figure and gorgeous dress swayed gently in the chilly breeze, like a bright spot in winter. She then quietly instructed the servants to carefully carry the items into the mansion.
In the Left Prime Minister's residence, the trees in the courtyard were bare, their branches pointing to the sky, and the snow on the ground had not yet melted, shimmering in the sunlight.
Everyone was busy preparing various items needed for New Year's Day. The maids and servants were busy pasting up brand-new Spring Festival couplets, each stroke filled with wishes for the new year.
Some people were hanging up big red lanterns. The bright red color looked especially festive against the backdrop of the white snow. It was as if one could already hear the lively firecrackers on New Year's Day. Everywhere was filled with the festive atmosphere of the approaching festival.
As Qin Qianluo pondered what unique items she should acquire for this grand festival, she gracefully stepped into the inner room.
Inside the room, two babies, like delicate pink jade dumplings, lay obediently in their cradles.
As Qin Qianluo watched them grow a bit older, their delicate eyebrows and rosy faces made them even more adorable, and her heart couldn't help but ripple with affection and tenderness.
She gently reached out and tenderly played with the child. In an instant, the room was filled with laughter and joy, as if even the cold had been dispelled by this warmth.
While others were busy with other matters and did not pay attention, Qin Qianluo quietly took out the milk powder from her space.
Her movements were light and skillful, as if she were performing a silent magic trick, replenishing the food for the two little ones.
After everything was arranged, Qin Qianluo returned to her courtyard.
The courtyard was quiet and elegant, with snow piled up in the corners of the walls like small white hills. She slowly walked into the house and leaned lazily against the soft couch.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows. Qin Qianluo closed her eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying this moment of tranquility, quietly awaiting the arrival of dinner.
The next day, Qin Qianluo did not go out as usual, but chose to stay at home leisurely.
Murong Yan quietly stayed by Qin Qianluo's side, her eyes filled with curiosity and emotion.
In the Prime Minister's residence, she truly felt the warmth of family she had never experienced before.
She was somewhat dazed and lost in thought, secretly realizing that women did not have to be tightly bound by the strict three obediences and four virtues, and could live so freely and at will.
No longer needing to endure the pain of foot binding, nor needing to spend their days studying books like "Admonitions for Women" and "Rules for Women" to instruct women, everything they were taught in the past now seems to be the wrong path for women's lives.
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