After standing at the door for a long time, he finally calmed down the bitterness in his heart and walked into the large blue brick and tile house with a faint smile.
Housekeeper Ling warmly welcomed Wang Jiangdu into the yard. He first went to Rongsiyuan to pay his respects to the old lady and talked about his life in Xiahe Village.
Then, under Xiaohe's leadership, he went to find Chi Xingyue.
At this moment, Chi Xingyue was discussing the drawings with Shu Muyun in the yard.
There are also clothes made of silk cut according to drawings.
Seeing Wang Jiangdu coming over, Chi Xingyue nodded to him and whispered a few words to Shu Muyun.
Then he took people to the backyard, looked at Ling Jiheng who had just stopped, and smiled and took his arm.
He turned to Wang Jiangdu and said, "Master Wang, take a look. Are these things suitable?"
Wang Jiangdu said "hmm" and checked the raw materials bought by Chi Xingyue.
Finally, he nodded: "The quality is not bad. I wonder what color Madam Ling Ershao would like to dye it?"
Chi Xingyue touched his ear, feeling that the other person's tone was a little strange. It sounded like submission, unwillingness, and grievance.
But I didn't think much about it and just described to him the color I wanted.
When dyeing cloth, the Wang family likes to use highly saturated colors, such as bright red, dark purple, and bright yellow.
What Chi Xingyue likes is not that saturated.
Although Wang Jiangdu was surprised, he didn't say anything.
The fact that he was chosen to do the color grading means he is undoubtedly an expert.
After only two or three days of thinking, he finally mixed the color that Chi Xingyue wanted.
On the day of dyeing, Wang Jiangdu finally understood what the Ling family wanted to dye.
It wasn't cloth at all, but thread, and it felt fuzzy, which was a bit shocking.
Without asking how this thing was made, he silently dyed it according to Chi Xingyue's requirements.
This busy work lasted for seven days, and Chi Xingyue finally got what he wanted.
Looking at the wool of different colors in the room, Chi Xingyue smiled happily.
After resting at home for an afternoon, I started to get busy.
Take out some not-so-good wool and give it to the workers to practice on.
As for where the workers came from? Of course, they were recruited from the young wives and girls in Qingshan Village!
Chi Xingyue didn't plan to bother his family this time. They were busy enough as it was, so he didn't want to tire them out.
I told Song Lizheng and asked him to help arrange it.
He also made some requirements: "You need to be dexterous and obedient. It's best if your hands don't have calluses, otherwise you will damage the yarn."
Song Lizheng didn't understand what wool was, but he knew it was similar to silk. He probably wanted someone to make clothes for him.
I immediately asked several families who were raising daughters pampered. At first, everyone was very resistant and didn't want their daughters to be exposed in public.
When they heard that the Ling family was taking the lead, their attitudes changed and they all nodded: "Okay, we can trust the Ling family's character."
In addition to these young girls and young wives, there were also some old ladies who wanted to make money and volunteered.
"Xingyue, can you please look at us?
Although we are a bit older, we are very skilled and can make clothes and quilts. However, we do so much work that our hands are a bit rough.
Chi Xingyue had to admit that there was a difference between having a foundation and having no foundation.
Although the old ladies do not walk smoothly, their fingers are like they are equipped with locators. They can learn it after a little practice and can do it with perfect accuracy.
What’s even more amazing is that Liu Po’s fingers were flying in front of her chest, her eyes were darting around, and she was talking non-stop about village gossip.
Chi Xingyue was so impressed that he accepted them all.
Although the weather is a bit cool now, it is not cold. A group of people are sitting in the open space in front of the Ling family's door, forming a beautiful landscape.
Some curious people came to join in the fun, but after watching for a long time they didn't understand what they were weaving, so they went back.
The young people and old ladies were learning enthusiastically.
Chi Xingyue taught them acupuncture for three full days and then conducted an assessment.
Those who passed the test entered the yard and officially started their working life. Those who failed continued to practice outside.
Give them another three days. If they still can't do it well, their employment qualifications will be revoked.
It must be said that time is the best. The sweaters knitted by Liu Po and her friends are of much higher quality than those knitted by young people.
The problem is my hands, with calluses and cracks.
Chi Xingyue asked Dr. Cheng to make some ointment and asked them to apply it every day and do less housework.
The old ladies naturally agreed, and after returning home, they used work as an excuse to distribute the work to their daughters-in-law and daughters. Even the old men and their children and grandchildren were not spared.
I play with my hands whenever I have free time. They are so precious. The effect is quite significant. After only five days, my hands are noticeably smoother.
Of course, they have not been idle these days.
Chi Xingyue asked them to knit scarves and gloves to practice.
Wait until you have mastered the technique before starting to make ancient style sweaters.
The moment they saw the drawings and the silk garments made by Shu Muyun, they all exclaimed in admiration.
Because it's really beautiful, and very different from the dark cotton clothes they wear.
Grandma Liu stroked the soft wool, feeling a little jealous, because she also wanted to wear beautiful clothes.
Chi Xingyue looked at everyone's envious expressions and said frankly: "Working in the Ling family, the income is still good.
We pay wages by piece and settle accounts every two weeks.
If you like, you can buy these clothes at the internal price."
Grandma Liu asked, "How much is this one?"
Chi Xingyue hesitated for a moment and said, "A long sweater is fifty taels each, and the same silk sweater is ten taels each. If it's made of cotton, you can just make it yourself."
The Ling family makes money from the rich, so there is no need to extend their hands to the working people.
When Liu Po heard this, she was stunned: "So expensive?"
Chi Xingyue sighed: "It's quite expensive, but it's worth it. See, we collected this little bit of yarn for a whole year.
Add to that the effort put into design, processing, and storage, and it’s truly priceless.”
After counting the wool in the house and realizing she couldn't knit many sweaters, Granny Liu nodded and said, "You have to sell it at a higher price, or you won't be able to make back your money."
Chi Xingyue said "hmm" and asked everyone to continue.
This time, no one showed any longing in their eyes. At most, they secretly memorized the pattern and went back to get some cotton cloth to sew one.
The reason why Chi Xingyue didn't ask them to keep it a secret was because the selling point of this batch of goods was not the style, but the material.
In the Yong Dynasty, no one used wool to make clothes. At most, they used lamb skin, which was tanned and made into coats to wear. They were also fluffy and warm.
But the leather is thick and heavy, suitable for snowy days. It is impossible to wear it in early autumn.
The sweater that Chi Xingyue knitted was just for getting through this period of time.
In the Ling family mansion, the knitting business was going on in full swing, and they were unaware that things were about to change in Youzhou City.
The fact that the Northern Liao army sneaked into Youzhou City, killed the county magistrate, and robbed military supplies was not concealed. The news became more and more serious among the people and almost caused unrest.
If Yu Tingzhang and General Zhou had not made arrangements in advance, the enemy would have really disintegrated from within.
Although the situation is under control, there is still a practical problem.
That means the county magistrate is gone and it’s time to appoint a new official.
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