Chapter 31 My father must have some serious illness (Update 2)

Sang Yian took her home and took out the eight pieces of silk that Lu Zexu gave her.

When Chen Yi was young, she was a backbone in the state-owned textile factory, and these fabrics were what she came into contact with the most on a daily basis.

She didn't even need to touch them, just by looking at the color, she knew that this was a rare and good material.

"Aunt Chen, which one do you think is suitable for me to wear?" Sang Yian asked.

Chen Yi stared at the eight pieces of fabric intently, carefully picked up a handful, felt the delicate and smooth fingers, and said with a smile, "Make them all, make eight sets! One set a day, change them up!"

Sang Yian: "..."

Although she really wanted to try the cheongsam that was both fresh and elegant, but also charming, but eight sets, weren't they a bit too much?

Moreover, she was planning to sell these silks in the supermarket to attract customers to her small supermarket!

Seeing her hesitation, Chen Yi excitedly persuaded, "Listen to me, if these Yunjin are not used to make cheongsams, it will be a waste. You have such a good figure, and wearing a cheongsam is the most suitable."

"Yunjin?" Sang Yian didn't know much about fabrics. She only knew that it was silk, but she didn't know what specific classification it was.

"Yes, this material is Yunjin at first glance. The color is bright and brilliant, like clouds in the sky, and the brocade patterns are gorgeous and varied. The most important thing is that when you observe from different angles, the patterns on the material are different in color."

Whenever talking about fabrics, Chen Yi is very confident. She knows everything about the material and its characteristics.

She pulled out a section of the plum blossom pattern and showed it to Sang Yian from different angles. The colors were snow-white, silver-white, slightly pink, light pink, and pink. It was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"Your fabric is probably not made by a big machine, but more like it was woven by an experienced craftsman."

Chen Yi said subconsciously.

Sang Yian was shocked. As expected, he was a person who had been dealing with fabrics all his life. He could even tell the difference between hand-woven and machine-woven fabrics!

"Don't worry, I promise not to ruin your good material. You should know that what I was best at back then was making cheongsams."

Chen Yi's hands were itching. She had been sewing for her whole life. What she liked most was making clothes. However, fewer people asked her to make clothes now. Even if there were, they were all formal wear. She hadn't tried cheongsams for many years.

Sang Yian thought that if she wanted good fabrics, she could trade with Lu Zexu, so she agreed to Chen Yi's proposal.

Chen Yi acted very quickly, and immediately went home to get a special pair of scissors, and quickly cut each of the eight pieces of fabric into a piece according to Sang Yian's body shape.

"Auntie Chen, don't rush. There's no need to work overnight, or you'll hurt your eyes." Sang Yian hurriedly reminded.

"I know, I know. You're so young, but you're more nagging than an old woman like me."

Chen Yi waved her hand casually, full of energy and energy, and looked like she really wanted to start working right away.

Sang Yian put one hand in his trouser pocket and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, women still have to work! Look, I'm in high spirits."

"So, you should look at less handsome guys and work more." The little parrot flew in from the window and landed directly on Sang Yian's shoulder.

"Staying up late to work overtime is too dangerous. It's easy to die suddenly. It's better to work less. Just do it once every ten days or half a month like now."

Sang Yian now goes to bed and gets up early every day. She can run five kilometers every morning to exercise. During the day, she opens the store, supervises, practices calligraphy, and admires the handsome face of the male god in the fan group. She feels very good about this regular life.

"Ga!!" The little parrot spread its wings and screamed in surprise.

"Has it been so long since you last traded?"

Sang Yian looked at it in confusion, "Long? Is it okay? Besides, don't you know how long you haven't opened the door?"

The little parrot raised its head, stared at the ceiling blankly, and began to reflect on itself.

Suddenly free, it has been flying out to play and enjoying delicious food these days. In addition, Sang Yian gave it a big treasure - pad, and it can watch cartoons every day. It is so comfortable. It

is so happy every day that it has forgotten its job.

It shook its head violently. No, no, it has to start working as soon as possible. It has almost used up the energy from the previous two transactions.

"Trade, trade, trade tonight."

The little parrot flew back to its bird cage, and there were two bright black claw marks on Sang Yian's white short sleeves.

Looking at the fresh claw marks, Sang Yian gritted his teeth, "If you dirty my clothes again next time, I will roast you!"

The little parrot shuddered, "Gah! An unemployed homegirl roasted a cute parrot at home, why on earth?"

Sang Yian helplessly rubbed his forehead, "Old man, can you spend less time on Weibo, forums and Zhihu?"

The little parrot tilted its head, its small eyes full of confusion, "Why?"

Sang Yian said coldly: "It will become stupid."

The little parrot: "..."

It stepped on the branch in the middle of the cage, turned its whole body around, facing the side door, leaving only its butt to Sang Yian.

It's not only Shengmen who misses the transaction, but also the little prince of Daliang - Lu Zexu.

During this period of time, he was very prosperous in the palace and acted recklessly.

No need to get up early for classes, no need to do homework, no need to practice archery.

In the morning, sleep until you wake up naturally, have breakfast and take a walk outside the palace to experience the life of ordinary people in the capital.

Make friends with some interesting young people, visit this poetry club and that literary club.

Listen to music together in the brothel, drink together in the pleasure boat, spend a lot of money in the brothel, that's called happiness.

Eat snacks bought from the supermarket every day, and then carry the cosmetics bought from the supermarket to sit in the Queen Mother's palace for half an hour to chat with her.

He coaxed the Queen Mother into smiling every day, and even if the emperor wanted to reprimand him, the Queen Mother would speak for him.

Lu Zexu found that after he let go of his desire for his father's love, his life was full of fun every day.

Everything was going as he expected. Some historians had already warned him that he was not worthy of the title of the crown prince because of his misconduct, his lack of ambition and his lack of desire for progress.

He thought that his father would take this opportunity to directly depose him from the position of crown prince. He had even begun to take inventory of his treasury, imagining a wonderful life of freedom in the future.

Who knew that the memorials were kept in his office and not sent out, making him happy for nothing.

However, he didn't know what was going on in his treasury until he took inventory. He was shocked to find that he didn't have much cash in his hands. Most of it was medicinal materials, silk, jade, books, and his mother's private property.

If he was really deposed, expelled from the capital, and thrown into a poor fiefdom, how could he enjoy life?

His sister was right, he had to have money in his hands.

Lu Zexu had been thinking about ways to make money for several days, and finally, he came up with a good idea.