"Now the livelihood of the whole family depends on my wife. If she can work in this factory and earn some money to support the family, life will be better for us, right?"
For a moment, everyone was talking and expressing their opinions, but no one was brave enough to step forward and try to sign up.
At this moment, a woman in plain clothes, whose clothes had turned slightly pale from washing, came slowly, holding a little girl tightly in her hand, and walked to the front with firm steps.
"Master Fusu, I am willing to come and give it a try." The woman said to Master Fusu in front of her with a firm gaze.
The person who came was Madam Sun.
Regardless of whether there was money or not, Prince Fusu saved her daughter A Yuan's life.
As long as it was said by Prince Fusu, she would believe it!
Mrs. Sun's hands were flying like dancing butterflies and the needle and thread were moving like a swimming dragon. In just half an hour, she had successfully embroidered a lifelike and gorgeous double-sided hibiscus flower.
This hibiscus flower shows delicate and exquisite patterns on both the front and back, with layers of petals and bright colors.
Everyone was impressed by Madam Sun's superb skills, and the sound of praise was endless.
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Without a doubt, Madam Sun successfully took the box of dazzling jewellery.
This made the people watching around extremely envious. They all widened their eyes and felt very regretful, wondering why they didn't let their wives come to participate in the competition.
Some people even beat their chests and stamp their feet, lamenting the missed opportunity.
When the atmosphere was extremely heated, Prince Fusu slowly said, "Don't worry, everyone. We will still hold the event here in a few days. By then, as long as someone can surpass all the others and win the top prize in the textile competition, all the jewels in this box will belong to him."
As soon as the words fell, the crowd exploded.
"What! There is such a good thing?"
Everyone was whispering to each other again, talking a lot, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
However, looking at Prince Fusu's serious expression, one cannot help but believe that what he said was not false.
For a moment, the whole scene became extremely noisy, and people were full of anticipation and desire for the upcoming textile competition.
In the next few days, Prince Fusu found many storytellers and went to Daqin and its surrounding areas to talk about the opening of textile factories and textile competitions with drums and gongs.
The news spread quickly to every corner of Xianyang like a spring breeze.
In the alleys of the city, women gathered in groups of three or five, holding cloth in their hands, discussing the details of the competition and how to stand out in the competition.
All they talked about was how to win the competition, which color combination was more eye-catching, and which pattern was more complex.
"Hey, what do you think of my peony painting? Can it win?" Mrs. Zhang asked expectantly.
"Peony is good, but it is too common. You need to come up with something new." The lady of the Li family answered without raising her head while weaving the cloth in her hands.
The women chatted with each other, exchanging tips on weaving and sharing their own experiences. The atmosphere was tense and exciting, just like soldiers about to go to the battlefield, feeling both afraid and excited.
Some people, especially those who are holding back their enthusiasm, practice day and night just to show off their skills in the competition and let everyone see them.
These days, the women in Xianyang City seem like a different person.
In the past, they were busy around the stove and taking care of the children all day long. How could they be so energetic?
Now, their faces are filled with confident smiles and their eyes are shining with expectations for the future.
The city gate was also crowded every day. The literate people sent by Prince Fusu almost lost their voices by explaining the rules of the game to the people who came to consult over and over again. The scene was more lively than a market.
As the day of the competition approached, the atmosphere in Xianyang became more and more intense. Even the small vendors who usually only cared about making money began to sell textile-related items.
There were all kinds of silk threads, embroidery needles, looms, and everyone wanted to get some benefit from this feast.
"Hey, Lao Wang, your silk thread is very good. Give me a few bundles." A peddler greeted.
"Of course, this is top-quality silk thread, and the cloth woven from it is guaranteed to win a prize in the competition." Lao Wang assured, patting his chest.
In this way, Xianyang City became more lively and vibrant than ever before because of this textile competition.
Of course, not everyone is looking forward to this game. In recent days, many officials have submitted memorials to the First Emperor, and many people have entered the palace to make suggestions.
"Your Majesty, this textile competition is probably not a major national strategy. It is really inappropriate to waste people's time and money." A minister dressed in gorgeous court robes, holding a memorial, said with a worried look on his face.
His Majesty the First Emperor sat at the top, his eyes deep, he gently stroked his beard on his chin, and remained silent. In the hall, the candlelight flickered, illuminating the faces of every minister who came to give advice.
"Your Majesty, I think that although the textile competition can stimulate the vitality of the people, it may also cause the people to pay too much attention and ignore the fundamentals of the country such as farming." Another minister also stood up, with a bit of urgency in his tone.
His Majesty the First Emperor frowned slightly and said nothing, but he took note of what the official said in his mind.
At this time, Meng Yi, who had been watching, immediately stood up and retorted: "Master Wei, you keep talking about the fundamentals of agriculture. It will be spring ploughing soon after the New Year. Are you ready?"
"According to Daqin's development plan, we raised silkworms and planted cotton in March. Now we are opening a textile factory to recruit these kinds of talents."
"Why don't you go out and ask what the people want? It's just simple food and clothing."
"Are you trying to stop us because you don't want the capital of Qin and Qian to have enough food and clothing?"
Meng Yi's questioning silenced all the officials.
With such a big hat, who would dare to take the bait?
Lord Wei's face turned pale. He didn't expect that Meng Yi was not here to give advice, but to protect Prince Fusu.
Meng Yi actually refuted him so directly and sharply that he was speechless for a moment.
Inside the hall, other officials looked at each other, not daring to express their opinions easily.
After several officials left, inside the Xianyang Palace.
"Your Majesty, this is the news sent by the Prime Minister." The eunuch presented a scroll to Qin Shihuang.
Qin Shihuang put the book and the memorial written by Fusu together, his brows were furrowed, and his fingers were rubbing the imperial seal. For a moment, no expression could be seen.
The eunuch broke out in a sweat instantly. Why did he agree to let the Prime Minister help him deliver the information?
Many officials have been complaining about Prince Fusu's "gate pillars" recently, and the brave ones have even reported it to His Majesty.
I don’t know what the Prime Minister’s message contains. What if he offends His Majesty and is implicated?
As the eunuch was thinking about it, Qin Shi Huang suddenly laughed out loud, then picked up his pen and wrote the four words "Seamless Weaver Girl".
"I am also very interested in the recent textile competition held in Xianyang City. I framed these four words and sent them to Fusu to add some excitement."
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The chief eunuch breathed a sigh of relief cautiously. These officials had just come to give advice, but now they turned around to add glory to Prince Fusu. His Majesty was directly expressing his attitude.
This move is to support Prince Fusu. It seems that Prince Fusu's status will most likely only increase in the future.
The eunuch pondered secretly in his heart.
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